Twisted Up In Us (The Treyton Sisters Duet Book 2)

by Dawn Martens

  “You can’t move on! It’s not what you think, I promise, just listen.”

  “Cori, stop. I love you, you’re my sister, but I’m not talking about Dray with you. I’ll contact him, eventually, so he can have a relationship with Mikayla, but I’m done. He hurt me, I was the other woman,” I tell her, tearing up.

  “Melly, please just hear me out.”

  I hear Mikayla calling for me. “Sorry, but I can’t. I have to go. Call me when you have the baby, I want pictures.” I shut my phone off and toss it on my bed. Why on earth does she seem to be on Dray’s side now? She’s supposed to be on mine. Yeah, I get it that I’ve stayed away longer than I thought I would, but I’m loving the life I’m building here.

  Last week, Dad took me to look at the building he bought for my restaurant. I was shocked! The place looked like a total dump, and so did the entire surrounding area. Dad saw the look on my face and laughed, reassuring me that everything would be fine. Apparently, the entire neighborhood was bought out, every single building and house would be torn down and rebuilt as something else. Supposedly there was plans for a strip mall, a few condos and even a hotel. So far, I would be the only place besides the hotel that would offer food.

  Once I heard all about the plans, I became extremely happy. On a bad note, the building Dad bought was being torn down also, which means there is no way a restaurant will be up and running any time soon, especially not with all the surrounding construction that will be going on as well. Demolition starts tomorrow for the entire area. So roughly, we’re looking at about seven to eight months before everything is up and running properly. That is, as long as we don’t run into any issues along the way. Giving me plenty of time to pick out color schemes and how I want everything set up, as well as hire staff.

  Mikayla throws a few toys at me, and I smile at her.

  “Come on baby, let’s go to the store,” I say sweetly as I pick her up from the floor where she was playing.

  **

  “Hey there,” a woman says, coming up to me.

  Wow, she’s beautiful. Curvy in all the right places, long black hair down to her ass, and skin color a permanent tan.

  “Um, hi.”

  “I’m Anara. I’ve seen you around with Hangman, thought I’d introduce myself.” She gives me a huge smile, so big I’m scared her face is gonna split like the Joker’s.

  “Dirty’s woman?”

  She throws her head back and laughs. “Hell no, that man is a player. Can’t keep it in his pants. I want no part of that,” she says with a shudder.

  I laugh with her. “I’ve talked with him a few times, he’s really into you.” Maybe Dirty will stop bitching about her turning him down if I can convince her he’s not that awful. The way his face lights up when he speaks about her, I think he’s in love. I don’t tell her as much. I don’t want to scare her off him completely.

  “Trust me, he could never handle me. I most likely would go to jail for murder, because I like my men into me and only me.”

  I give her a small smile. “I understand that. I’m the same way.”

  “I heard, girl. We all did.” Giving me a sad smile, she rubs my shoulder. “We should totally get together sometime, plus I help out the club’s Old Ladies when they need a babysitter. If you ever need someone to look after this cutie, I’ll be more than happy to help out.”

  “Wow, that uh, sounds great. It would be nice to get out sometime.” We talk for a while longer, until Mikayla starts getting cranky. We exchange numbers and she takes off with a promise to text me soon.

  No wonder Dirty wants her, she reminds me of Hilary, Mason’s dead first wife, and everyone loved her. She’s beautiful and knows it, but not in a conceited in your face way, and she tells it like it is. Dirty would be an idiot if he finally did win Anara then fucked her over. I’d help Anara kill him.

  I finish up my shopping and get my cranky pants daughter back home.

  Home.

  I never thought I would think of my father’s place as home, but it is startling to feel like I belong.

  Flashback Chapter

  Melissa

  Thanks For The Fuck

  I still think about that kiss I shared with Monster. It’s been months, but it’s always on my mind. Obviously not his though, since I’m constantly seeing the bastard with a different woman glued to his lips every time I see him, which hasn’t been all that often since our kiss. Have to say, it hurts.

  Tonight, I’m out with one of my regular fuck buddies, enjoying a night out from having to listen to my sister and Blake get it on all the damn time. At the same time, I enjoy this game Monster and I seem to be playing. I practically fuck a guy in front of him, while he does the same with women. Tonight, he looks more than his usual pissed off too.

  Wonder what his problem is.

  I shrug it off as I make my way to the bar. Before I get the chance to order a drink, I’m out of my seat and whisked off to the back rooms. “What are you doing? I’m legal age now.”

  “Yeah, I know. Why the fuck you here with that tool?”

  “Because I want a good long hard fuck tonight, that’s why,” I say snottily hoping my confession gets under his skin.

  “No,” he retorts, as his nostrils flair. Huh, was that steam?

  “What do you mean no? I’m horny, I want it. You’re not the boss of me.”

  “Fuck this.” The second he says it his mouth comes crashing down on mine. I’m shocked at first. Mostly because I’ve been waiting months for this to happen again, but I can also taste the rum on his tongue.

  His hands move to my dress, and he tugs it down slightly to free my tits. Leaning away from me he looks at them, “Fucking perfect”, and starts to lick, suck, and bite them. Holy shit.

  Before I know what’s happening, his hands move, going under my dress.

  “Shit, no underwear?” he growls into my neck.

  “Didn’t want panty lines,” I croak out as his fingers slip inside me. Oh god. As he pumps his fingers into me, while sucking on my neck, I move my hands in between us, undoing his pants and pull out his dick.

  “You want me, baby?”

  “Please,” I whimper on a shaky breath as he thrusts his fingers harder and deeper.

  “Good.”

  I cry out as he pulls his fingers out of me, hating the loss, but instantly I’m filled up again. Oh god, he’s so big.

  As he pounds into me, he goes between sucking and biting my neck and kissing me, hard and rough. “Wanted you for so fuckin’ long, hated that you were underage.” He starts going harder and faster, almost as if he’s angry with me. “Then I had to watch you slut around with those other fucking guys, fucking them in the bathroom here at the club. Wanted to kill them.” Oh shit. He pulls back then slams into me hard almost as if he wants to punish me.

  “Monster.” I moan as I start to feel myself coming.

  “No, you call me Dray when I’m inside you.”

  “Fuck.” My breath hitches.

  “Say my name, Melissa.” He demands, as his mouth covers mine.

  Seconds later I’m screaming his name, coming completely undone. Best sex I’ve ever had. He’s ruined me.

  We are both panting, as he’s still got me pinned to the wall, and just as quickly as our fucking started, it’s finished. He pulls out, stumbling a bit. Narrowing my eyes at him, I notice something I should have from the start. He’s drunk.

  “Thanks for the fuck,” he mutters as he walks away, buttoning up his pants as he does so.

  “What the fuck was that?” I whisper angrily to myself as I fix my dress. Once everything is covered up, I realize he didn’t use a condom, now I have a huge mess going on, and it’s sliding down my legs. “shit.”

  I quickly find a bathroom and start cleaning the mess, which takes forever because there is so damn much of it. Who the hell has that much goo?

  Finally cleaned, I make my way back out to the main club area and search for Monster, or as I now know, Dray. I don’t see him anywher
e, but I do spot Randy, the club owner at the bar, talking with a bartender.

  “Hey, you see Monster?” I ask him.

  “Yeah, he just left out the back not too long ago, why you are looking for him?”

  “Just forgot to say something to him is all.” I push past him and make my way through the crowd to the back, as I open the back door, the same door that he shoved me out of the last time we interacted, I hear moaning, and grunting.

  It’s not uncommon, this shit usually is heard around the Clubs I go to. But the groaning sounds familiar and my heart rate spikes up. I can feel it pounding so hard in my chest it’s as if it’s gonna burst out. Walking around the corner, I see him. And some blonde. He’s fucking her the same way he just did me.

  Like I was nothing.

  Well fuck him.

  Tears sting at my eyes, but I refuse to cry.

  Chapter 16

  Slammer

  Going down the hall to Pres’s office I put my head in. “Pres, can we talk?”

  He gives me a chin lift and I walk in, sitting in the chair across from his desk.

  “I want to ask Melissa out.”

  His eyes widen in surprise. “Is this why you haven’t been fuckin’ any of the club girls?”

  I nod.

  “Well fuck me,” he mutters. He narrows his eyes and leans back in his chair, grabbing his gun from his desk to aim it at me. “Only warning I’m gonna give ya, you hurt her, I find you with another bitch while you’re with her, I’ll kill you.”

  “I won’t hurt her, that’s a promise.”

  “Good, same goes for the kid. She’s a package deal, brother, can’t have one without the other.”

  “I know that, I want them both.”

  He looks at me in shock before lifting his chin, giving me the okay to go ahead.

  “Got word that her ex might be coming this way, heard he’s actually a cop. He wants her back.”

  I clench my fists and grind my teeth. “Well then, looks like I need to make her mine quick, so the fucker can’t have her back.”

  “You’re one of my best brothers in the club, good man, never been good to women, but you got my blessing to have Melissa, just remember what I said.”

  I give him a chin lift and stand up, but I turn back around as I get to the door. “Mind babysitting Mikayla tomorrow night?”

  “Fuck.” He shakes his head, his lip twitching with a smile. “I’ll give Anara a call, she’ll take Mikayla.”

  **

  I pull into Hangman’s driveway and get off my bike. I don’t bother knocking, since none of the brothers do when we come here and walk right in. “Melissa?”

  “Slammer? Hi, um, what are you doing here?” she asks, walking towards me from the living room. Fucking hell, she’s beautiful. Not a stitch of make up and wearing baggy sweats, but she's still the most stunning woman I've ever seen.

  “How you feel about goin’ on a date with me tomorrow night?”

  Her eyes widen as I step closer to her, pulling her body against mine. Fuck, I want to take her right here and now. Her body molds to mine like a perfect fit. Feeling her soft body touching mine, too damn good to be true. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I do her right now.

  “Um, does dad know about this?” She pulls back slightly, but I don’t loosen my grip on her. I like having her in my arms too much.

  I grin, tempted to kiss her already. “Yup, asked him before I came here.”

  She lets out a small breath. “Wow, um, okay?”

  I give her a grin, and she blushes. “Good, I’ll be here at six tomorrow night. Wear something sexy.” I pinch her on the ass and her face reddens. Not in an embarrassed way but in an “oh shit, I like this” way.

  “Okay.” She breathes out as I lean down into her face.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” She licks her bottom lip, and I can’t help it. I crash my lips down on hers, needing to taste her. She doesn’t hold back, as her tongue touches mine. She moans, and her hands tangle in my hair as she pulls slightly. My dick is begging to be let out, I don’t want to do that right now. I want her to be sure before I shove my cock into her, so I pull back. I know that once I got my cock in her, I'll be ruined, and she’ll be mine no matter what.

  Her eyes are closed, and she looks dazed. I give her a quick kiss on the nose, let go of her and give her a wink once she opens her eyes. “There’ll be more of that tomorrow night, a lot more of that.”

  I walk out of the house feeling as if I just won the fuckin’ lottery. I just got my girl.

  Licking my lips as I start my bike, I can still taste her.

  So fucking perfect.

  So fucking mine.

  Chapter 17

  Melissa

  It’s been months since I’ve last seen Dray. I still miss him, but I know I need to get over it. He’s not mine, never has been considering he’s married. I’ve spoken to Trevor and Cori almost every day, well until last weekend when Cori told me to talk to Dray and hear him out. I hung up on her and refused to answer her calls since. It’s been hard not to answer her, since I know that she’ll be having her baby soon. But I just can’t talk to her right now.

  How could she want me to talk to that asshole? She knows what he did. Hell, a rule we always had was that we would never knowingly sleep with married men, and with Dray being married, well, that makes it twice I’ve done it. Cori and I slept with brothers once, they were our usual fuck buddies when we didn’t want to waste time with one-night stands. When we found out they were married we ended that arrangement instantly. Can’t stand cheating bastards.

  Trevor understands why I’m staying, especially when I told him about the building dad bought me to turn into a restaurant. He’s not a fan of his brother, but he loves that he’s treating me so well, and said I’m exactly where I should be. He misses me, all the Angels do, but they understand why I’m staying, too.

  “Hey, your sister has been blowing up my phone,” Dad tells me as I come out of my room.

  I shrug and check on Mikayla. “I don’t want to talk to her right now.”

  “All right. You still sure about tonight?” he asks, sounding different than his usual hard self.

  “Yes, I am. Anara said she’ll watch Mikayla.” Anara is the woman that Dirty wants, but she won’t give him the time of day, I don’t blame her. We’ve talked a lot since I met her, and she wants that fairy tale kind of love. She knows with Dirty, he’ll never be faithful, so she doesn’t even want to chance it. I think she’s wrong, though. Yeah, I know most of the men in the Untamed aren’t faithful to their women, but Dirty seems different. He seems as if he has a heart and would hate to hurt the woman he loves.

  “Let me know if Slammer needs a beat down, you know I would love to dole out that punishment,” he says, grinning scarily.

  At first, I was gonna say no to Slammer, thinking he was joking, but when I saw he was serious, I said yes. Anyone that can go to my dad and ask for permission to date me, well that’s saying something. And the kiss he gave me after I said yes, I’ll never forget it. I’ve never been kissed like that in my life, not even by Dray. I swear it was the best kiss ever. It was full of such passion and longing. I didn’t want it to end.

  After he left, I started to second guess the date. Would it be too soon to move on? It’s been months, but I don’t know. After that kiss, I don’t know anything anymore. I’m just scared I’m gonna get hurt again, and I not sure if I could handle it, especially with Mikayla. We’re a package deal. Her father already hurt her, I don’t want another man doing it too, even if she’s too young to understand it yet. But then again, I haven’t had sex in months, and that kiss left me hornier than I’ve ever been. If Slammer hadn’t left when he did, I would have jumped him. But tonight, if Slammer keeps his promise of more of those kisses, I’m totally getting laid.

  There is no reason I shouldn’t have fun and try to move on with my life. Sure, I still think about what Dray and I could have had, but then I remember he’s a lying sack
of shit. I have to think about doing what is right for me and my daughter, and right now, that is staying here and going on this date tonight.

  “All right, well, while you were in the shower, I put condoms in your top drawer by your bed. Be safe, and for fuck sake, please don’t be too loud. I do not want the cameras I have in the hallway pickin’ up sex noises from my own damn kid. I’ll be back after your fuckfest.”

  Even though I'm embarrassed at the thought of the cameras picking up any sex noises, I giggle, reaching out to squeeze his arm, I lean in and kiss his cheek. “Love you, Daddy.” Sure, he’s a bad man, but Tori was right when she said he was a good father. He’s made me feel safe, just as safe as I felt when I grew up living with the Angels.

  “Love you too, kid,” he says gruffly and stomps to his room, shutting his door.

  **

  Slammer arrives right on time and surprises me even more because he didn’t come on his bike, he’s in a newish looking truck.

  I open the door as he bounds up the front steps and he grins at me. “Didn’t think you could get more beautiful, but you proved me wrong.”

  I feel myself blush, and I smile at him. “Well, where are we going?”

  “Figured we could go to the Ale House, that work for you?”

  “Never been, always up for trying new things.”

  He grins. “Good to know.”

  As we drive to the restaurant, he tells me his real name is Caden and that apart from the club, he makes custom furniture.

  When we get to the restaurant, we talk more about our lives, me telling him everything about my life up until now, him telling me about his.

  “Gotta tell you though, being honest here, I’ve never in my life had a serious relationship before. Booty calls, fuck buddies, one-night stands, but never an actual relationship.”

  I bite my lip, unsure of what to say.

  “But you’ll never have to worry about me stepping out on you, ever. I want you, I’ve made no secret of that, so you gotta know I won’t ever hurt you in that way. I’m sure I’ll fuck up sometimes, I’m a man, it’s what we do, but never in that way. Get me?”