Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) Page 6

  Standing, I looked at the two of them spent on the couch and smiled. As I turned around, I noticed all the men in the room were looking in my direction now.

  “What the fuck are you looking at?” I growled at them and they all turned back to what they were doing. Heading back to my office, I opened my pants so I could remove the condom and clean myself off with baby wipes I kept there just for that reason. I didn’t want to smell like random pussy until I finally went to my room to shower.

  ~Melia~

  “Your brother is a dick,” I said to Ryan the next morning when she came to check on me. I had retreated to my room as soon as Wrench had left the kitchen the night before. Even though I was hungry, I refused to leave my room again until Ryan was around. I didn’t want a repeat. One run in with Wrench and his cocky, better-than-everyone attitude was enough for me.

  “Why? What did he do now?” Ryan asked, climbing into the bed next to me. Without even asking for approval, she curled up next to me with a hand on my belly, her head resting on my breasts.

  “Uh…” I trailed off at the foreign feeling of someone touching me in such an intimate way, without any sexual context with it. “I got hungry last night and you didn’t answer your door so I ventured to the kitchen on my own hoping no one would be there, but Wrench was. Boy, did he make it clear he didn’t like me, which I guess is okay because I don’t care for him either. You’d think he would be nice to a guest, or at least a pregnant lady,” I scoffed. I was raised to be polite and especially helpful to pregnant women. I didn’t really expect it from men who treated women the way they did in this house, but I also didn’t expect to be called names and treated the way I had been. Not that I would tell Ryan about my past and why it bothered me so much to be treated the way Wrench had. My stomach churned with the memories it brought up, so it’d probably be best to wait a while before finding something to eat.

  “I swear he has to be the stupidest man ever. Seriously. I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into him. He used to be so laid-back and not long before you came here he started acting like a total douche. I really don’t think it has anything to do with you, but something else is bugging him and he’s taking it out on you,” Ryan said, rubbing my stomach. I tried and failed not to curl my lip at her taking the liberty to enter my personal space. Not that she would see my look; she was too busy rubbing my stomach and quietly saying things to the babies. I tried not to say anything and succeeded for a few moments.

  “Okay. I have to tell you, this is the weirdest thing ever.” I couldn’t keep it in any longer. People didn’t touch me. Ever. I didn’t have people rub any part of me, let alone my stomach.

  Ryan sat up and looked at me. “Why?” She asked, but kept a hand on my stomach. She lifted an eye brow at me and I shifted my hips on the bed uncomfortably.

  “Um, because you’re touching me? I don’t like when people touch me.” I gestured to her hand on my stomach. She laughed and then shook her head at me.

  “Well, I hate to be the one to tell you, but you get no choice in this. You’ll get used to it. These are my babies in here and I want to make sure they know just how much I love them and can’t wait to meet them. Not that I don’t want you comfortable, but seriously, you need to relax. I’m not trying to climb in your vag or anything. Just touching your belly,” Ryan explained.

  The way she said it sounded so sensible. It didn’t help me feel more comfortable, but I could see her side so I tried to push my uneasiness aside. As I leaned back on the headboard, she shifted and smiled at me. “So, what do you say we go out to the pool today?”

  “Sure. I guess it’d be a nice change of scenery. I’m already tired of lying in bed and it’s only been a day. It’s going to be a long couple weeks.” I wasn’t a sedentary person unless I was working on my computer, which I could only handle for short periods of time. I liked to move around and explore places, find things to take pictures of.

  “It’ll be fine. There are many places you can lie down here so at least you aren’t staring at the same four walls bored out of your mind.” Ryan laughed as she rose from the bed. “Now get changed so we can go cool off in the pool.”

  She had told me to bring a swimsuit with me when I’d thrown my stuff together. I hesitated, knowing there were going to be men around and I was getting bigger by the day. Maybe it was a good thing. Let the big baby belly scare everyone off. I knew I wasn’t horrible-looking normally, but being pregnant didn’t make me look beautiful. Not that bikers were my type anyway. Plus, can’t forget the fact I was pregnant with someone else’s kids —the parents would probably have something to say about me having sex. The doctor most likely would have something to say about it as well, but we hadn’t talked about that since the chances of it happening were slim and none.

  When we were sitting down by the pool, stretched out on the lounge chairs, I mentioned it to Ryan. She laughed so hard she was holding her stomach, gasping for breath.

  “Girl, we didn’t get you knocked up only to expect you to stay celibate the entire pregnancy. I mean, as long as you were up until you got knocked up, it doesn’t really matter. Not like you can get pregnant again. If it ends up being one of the guys around here, I would say make sure you use a rubber just cause you never know what diseases their nasty asses could have. Other than that, go for it. Fuck away. You know, I heard pregnancy hormones make you horny all the time. Don’t worry, Ellis and I discussed it before you’d even gotten pregnant. So he’s totally on board too.” Ryan shrugged and leaned back in her chair. With her dark sunglasses on, I couldn't see her eyes, but she looked completely relaxed so I didn’t say anything, just leaned back and tried to get comfortable. That’d gone differently than I’d planned, but Ryan never did things the way I expected.

  Was I even thinking about having sex? No, not really. It’s not like anyone had appealed to me at the house. Hell, not in months had I even been turned on… Well, except that momentary lapse in consciousness where I’d thought about Wrench, but that’d been nothing more than a dream. I’d only asked because I expected her to say no way in hell would it be okay and I could use that excuse if anyone made a move on me. It’s not like I felt horny. My little dream about Wrench had to be my way of humanizing the asshole he was since I had to deal with him whether I liked it or not. In reality, I would be happy if no one touched me at all. I felt so gross being sick so often and I was so tired I doubted I could have built up the energy to have sex even if I found the want to.

  “Shit, I don’t think I could go a year without sex and you’ve gone at least that long. All the tests and stuff you had to go through before moving down here and everything else since then. I don’t know how you’ve done it. I’d be humping anything that let me at that point,” Ryan mused out loud without looking in my directions, which was a good thing because my face turned bright red. I didn’t talk sex with anyone, especially not with the mother of the babies currently in my womb.

  “I’m just not that kind of person I guess. I haven’t even seen someone I would be interested in heading down that road with.” I shrugged and kept my eyes focused on the pool, hiding behind my own shades.

  “What road? Oh, you’re a relationship person. Sex only after the third date, right? Or some shit like that.” Ryan tried not to smile, but I saw the corner of her lips tilt upward anyway.

  “It’s just how I was raised. Not that I didn’t get into some shit relationships anyway, but I like to think it helps prove the man is in it for more than ass.”

  “Oh, trust me, I’ve been in my own shitty relationships. Guys are mostly jerks. Only need women to get ass, at least the ones I always seem to end up around. Ellis is actually the one who got me out of my last horrible relationship. Probably saved my life too.” Ryan sighed, crossing her arms over her bikini-clad body. Her body was much more fit than mine. I was naturally more rounded in the hips and breasts. Ryan was thin but had large breasts and her ribs were barely visible. I think it was mostly from her treatments since she’d been no
where near as thin in older pictures I’d glimpsed.

  “What, did he have to scare off some guy that got too needy?” I asked, thinking of why I had broken it off with my last boyfriend. Needy men were annoying as hell.

  “No. He liked to beat me.” Ryan turned her head away from me.

  I could see it wasn’t something she wasn’t to really talk about, but I pressed her on the issue.“Beat you? No way. I don’t believe it. You are so not the kind of woman that would stay in an abusive relationship.” I had a very hard time believing she would let anyone touch her inappropriately once, let alone hit her repeatedly.

  “Well, some times it’s hard to explain things. I thought I loved him, thought he loved me. I couldn’t see past that. I’d never had a man love me before, besides my brother of course. Sure, he showed it in odd ways, but I wanted to be loved so I put up with it. I didn’t know any different. I guess I kind of thought it was as good as it got until I came home. That’s when Ellis stepped in.”

  “He saved you before the two of you had gotten together? That’s actually really sweet of him.” I smiled at how caring the big man could be.

  “Well, we were sort of together before then.” Ryan grimaced, admitting she’d cheated on her abusive boyfriend with Ellis. She took a deep breath, pushed her glasses up on her head and sat up to look at me. “See, I would sleep around on Jeremiah when we were together even though I knew if he found out he’d get so upset. Why’d I do it? Because somewhere deep inside I hoped if he found out then he’d see what it felt like. He always cheated on me and he wasn’t discreet about it at all. At least I tried to keep it quiet, not that it mattered. He never did find out, or if he did, he never said anything to me. In the end, I don’t think he actually cared what I did when he wasn’t around, until I came home, that is. Then he cared what I was doing every second of the day because he knew the men around here wouldn’t put up with his shit.” She sighed again and shook her head, looking down at her hands as she threaded her fingers together. She looked up again at me for a moment. “It’s complicated, complex and emotional, which makes it hard to explain to someone outside the relationship. Emotions, feelings, and memories make you do stupid things that probably won’t make sense to other people, but you don’t think about that. You only think about making the one person you think matters the most in the world happy anyway possible.”

  “I get it. I really do. I had an abusive father. It’s why I grew up with just my mother. She put up with the abuse from him until the first time he laid a hand on me. That was it, she left the next day. It was rough for a while, trying to survive on one income with a child who didn’t understand that Daddy wasn’t a good man and he was looking for us. Somehow, we both got through it, though. I think that’s why I’m not so friendly with men now. I’ve seen how truly evil they can be and how quickly they can turn on the ones they love.” I hadn’t ever told anyone about my father and what had really happened. I always said he left when I was young and was never heard from again, but I felt like Ryan could handle the truth.

  “Then you sort of know what I’m talking about,” Ryan said quietly. “It’s kinda nice to have someone understand it’s not so black and white.”

  ~Patrick~

  Returning from yet another meeting with a potential client that had gone sour, I slammed my office door and yanked off my tie. To say I was frustrated was an understatement. I knew what was causing the clients to change their minds. It was Scrapes. He was scaring off my business contacts. Why? Because he liked to do any and everything he could to make my life hell. It was only a matter of time before it was going to come down to blows between us; I was just trying to put it off. I didn’t want a full-out war between our gangs on my hands. That wasn’t the way I was living my life anymore. I had more important things to take care of than a piece of shit who had nothing better to do with his time but find ways to harass me.

  I had a feeling when we finally went head to head there would be cops, arrests and a lot of blood being exchanged. None of that really bothered me as I’d dealt with cops more times than I could count, been arrested quite a few times and heaven knows how much blood I lost from fights. My issue was my motherfucking sister; again she was at the center of my life and my reason for doing things. The biggest priority in my life was making sure that she would be taken care of no matter what happened to me. Once Dirty finally got around to proposing and those babes were born, I could finally step back from her life. Hopefully. My natural tendencies made me want to control everything around me. With a man to take care of her and babies for her to care for, I wouldn’t be needed in her life as much. I could go back to thinking about my own life. I hadn’t thought solely about myself since I had taken over her custody years ago.

  I doubted much would change even when I didn’t have to constantly worry about my little sister getting into trouble. She was integrated into my lifestyle enough that I didn’t think she’d be going far.

  Sighing, I threw my suit jacket across the room before planting my ass in the desk chair. My hands sank into my hair as I rested my elbows on my desk. Nothing like wasting hours trying to get a new contract only to have it snatched right out of your fingers. I would get back at him for this. I was getting to old for this childish shit. Letting my mind think through the various ways I could get to Scrapes, I turned in my chair to look over the backyard. To my surprise, Ryan and Melia were lying in chairs in tiny bikinis beside the pool. That was another fucking headache I didn’t want to deal with. The pregnant bitch with an attitude worse than Ryan’s.

  Since the glass was one way, they couldn’t see into my office, which was good. My eyes slid over Melia’s barely-covered breasts and hips as she talked with Ryan. She was actually quite beautiful — that is, until she opened her mouth. I couldn’t hear what was being said outside so thankfully I didn’t have to listen to her voice. Leaning back in my chair, I watched as both women finally grew quiet. Each sat back in their chairs, sunglasses covering their eyes. Surprisingly, I felt my cock getting excited as Melia tried to discreetly adjust the triangles covering her breasts.

  What the fuck? I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on watching Melia. She was the last person I should be turned on from. Shit, she wasn’t even naked.

  Her fingers slid along the outer edge of each triangle. Even from where I was, I saw the pale pink of her nipple briefly as she adjusted the side closest to me. That had my cock fully erect, throbbing for some attention.

  When her hands dropped to the swell of her stomach and below to slip a finger in the little straps that held the bottoms to her rounded hips, I couldn’t stop myself from releasing my dick from my pants. Palming the engorged flesh, I watched as she turned sideways in her chair, towards me, so she could put on sunscreen. A quick reach back had a small bottle of lube in my hand. Just a few drops had my cock slippery and ready for action. Her tiny hand smoothed the white sunscreen over each calf, slowly making sure she didn’t miss a spot. Pushing her legs apart a bit farther, she gave me the perfect view of her bikini-covered pussy as she made sure to protect all the flesh covering her thighs. I moved my palm roughly over my cock, my eyes focused on her hands sliding all over her body.

  She had finished with her shapely legs and moved up to her stomach while I bit down on my bottom lip. My eyes followed as she filled her palm with more sunscreen before dragging the thick liquid between her breasts, massaging it into her skin. Using both my hands, I twisted my hands in different directions as they shuttled up and down my cock. Melia spread some of the cream to the outsides of her breasts. As she rubbed it in, her breasts were shoved together; they jiggled and bounced as she released them. Making sure she got every exposed inch of skin, her fingers dipped beneath the triangles again.

  Envisioning myself doing just that to her had my balls drawing up tight. My cock wanted to be between her breasts instead of my hands. Her hands moved back to the center of her chest to finish rubbing in the sunscreen there, moving up to her neck. Seeing her head throw
n back as her hands closed around it, smoothing the last of the sunscreen in, made me groan as come shot out of my cock. Continuing to rub out the last of my orgasm, I watched as she finished applying sunscreen to her face and arms before attempting to clean up.

  I’d come harder from watching her touch herself than I’d come in months of whores giving me their best and falling short of what I desired. Even though I couldn’t stand her and her sassy mouth, she made my cock hard. There was just something about her and the challenge she presented. I wanted to see her sassy, snotty mouth wrapped around my cock while her pussy was dripping wet, just begging me to fill it.

  No woman had ever refused me. I would get her to give in, even if it was just for one good fucking. I wanted nothing to do with a pregnant woman. Lord knows how much being pregnant screwed up a woman’s body. I’d have to get to her soon, before she got all huge, because I doubt I could even get hard for her then.

  Running up to my room, I changed into a pair of swim trunks that I hadn’t had a chance to use since the pool had been put in. Work kept me too busy to relax. Ryan was supposed to be helping out, but she was still recovering. I didn’t want to ask her to take on more than she was ready for. Grabbing a towel, I headed down to the pool.

  “Hey ladies.” I smiled at Ryan then winked at Melia. Her forehead wrinkled as she pulled her eyebrows together in confusion. Smirking, I dropped my towel on an empty chair and stretched my arms over my head.

  “Wrench? I figured you’d be working.” Ryan wasn’t happy that I had joined them. She’d have to get over it because I didn’t give a fuck. I let her rule enough, it was time I did what I wanted.

  “Well, I saw you through my office window. It looked like a good time so I changed into my suit. Why? Am I not welcome in my own backyard?” Putting my hands on my hips, I lifted an eyebrow at her and dared her to tell me no. She sighed loudly and shook her head before laying back on her chair. Melia, however, was still watching me from behind her shades. I could feel her eyes on me, almost as if her hands were running over my exposed skin. I didn’t think she’d seen me without a shirt on before. After giving her a moment to drool, I turned to stretch again so she could admire my back.