Pops

by Screaming Mimi

  “Hello sweetheart, mind if I come in.” Her back goes ridged, like someone just pulled the string tight, her eyes flash with anger. There she is; that’s the woman I know, the one I fell for, and the one who fooled me.

  “Really? Are you serious right now? You’re angry with me? Get out Castor, just get out.” She looks torn between running into my arms and stabbing me in the eye. Striding toward her, I don’t let her have even an inch between us, I need her to see the pain in my eyes.

  “Damn right I’m angry with you. I think I have every right to be angry, don’t you? You tell me some sob story about your father’s club, only to find out who your grandfather is.” She flinches like I’ve just hit her, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

  “GET OUT!” She pushes against me, but I’m not budging.

  “No, not until you tell me why. Why didn’t you just tell me the truth?” Growling, she crosses her arms over her chest. The motion pushes her breasts practically out of her loose tank top; the temptation to lick them is becoming unbearable. My dick could tap out Morse code on brick at this point.

  “The truth, really, that’s rich. How about you tell me about your dealings with my grandfather? What, no response? That’s what I thought. I’ve hidden nothing from you; I’ve always been honest with you. So go fuck yourself.” I want to believe her; the vulnerable look in her eyes makes me want to believe every word.

  “Had I known he was your grandfather, I probably would have told you about them, but I didn’t know, did I. The man is a freaking Don, how do you leave that shit out of your life story? You can cut the crap now baby, the gig is up. I saw how cozy you two were, you can’t deny it now.” She stiffens in front of me.

  “I just fucking met him you jackass, not that it’s any of your business. If you only knew what I’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours, you’d change your fucking tune. However, you don’t care about that. No, you’re more worried that I might have kept something from you. I knew men were selfish assholes, but you take the fucking cake Castor.” Her walls are crumbling, I hate seeing my Bethy ripped apart, especially when I’m the cause, but I need to be strong against her.

  “What you’ve been through, please sweetheart, you were hand delivered to your grandfather. And now I hear that a wedding is in the works, how lovely for you and your soon to be husband.” Just saying those words made me want to break something. Thinking of her in that scum’s arms was like a poison eating away at me from the inside. Jealousy is a bitch!

  “Yeah, sure it’s fucking paradise. Believe what you want Castor, it’s obvious you have no idea how things really are, and I’m too damn exhausted to explain them to you. Just leave, go back home to your sweet butts, and your precious club. I’ll deal with my own shit without you.” Defeat etched her face; she’d given up too easily. Where was all that fire from before, all that passion that I loved? I hated feeling like I was a fool, but seeing her defeated didn’t give me any pleasure either.

  “If I’m wrong, then explain it to me Bethy. Fuck, what the hell was I supposed to think when I found out from one of my guys who your grandfather was? I thought...you know what, never mind what I thought about us. There is no us, is there?” Tears are streaming down her face, she’s shaking like a leaf, but she’s nodding her head. It’s like being gut checked by a big bouncer, pain radiates from my heart. I had fooled myself into thinking, just for a second, we could have the picket fence. I’d been wrong. “Say it Bethy, say it and I will leave. Tell me you feel nothing for me, that you love this guy you are marrying and I will leave.” I didn’t mention it would kill a small part of me to do it, but she didn’t need to know that. Why was I making her say the word? I had no clue, glutton for punishment I guess.

  “Please just go Castor, I have to do what I have to do, and you have a club that needs you.” She’s running her hands over my jacket like she’s trying to straighten it. Placing my hand on her cheek, she leans into it.

  “Tell me Bethy, if what I think is true, just tell me. If not, then set my ass straight. Fuck I lost Gar, don’t make me lose you too.” A sob broke from her lips as she collapsed on the floor.

  “Oh God, Castor, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault, he...he.” She was hiccupping between words, but can’t seem to get them out.

  “What do you mean it’s your fault? What did you do Beth?” I’m gripping her arms, shaking her slightly to get her to come out of whatever hysterical fit she’s in. “What the fuck are you talking about Beth!” Sniffling, followed by a flash of anger thrown at me through lowered lashes.

  “Do you think I’m capable of that? That I could kill a man simply for trying to protect me, I thought you knew me. I thought you cared about me. How could I have been so wrong about you? I guess neither of us knew each other as well as we thought.” The pain in her voice was almost palpable; maybe I had been wrong all along. She struggled to her feet, pushing my hands away as she walked toward the door. Pulling it open she motioned for me to leave, she didn’t even look at me.

  “I don’t know what to think anymore. You are right about something though, neither of us knew each other as well as we thought we did. I wanted to though; I wanted to learn everything about you, every curve of your body, every secret you held. Would have done the same for you, but you didn’t give me a chance. Bikers aren’t worthy of a Don’s granddaughter; I get it now.” Shoving my hands in my pocket I made my way to the door, before I could leave she placed her hand on my arm, stopping me. Slamming the door shut, she gripped my jacket, and slammed her lips against mine. She molded her body against me, telling me everything I needed to know without the words.

  Beth

  I need to be telling him to get out, to get far, far away from me, but I need him like a drowning woman needs air. Everything hurts inside, and I need him to make me feel something other than pain. He’s not safe; he could end up like Gargoyle. Regardless of what Gino promised, I knew Michael wouldn’t go away without a fight. I couldn’t have what I wanted, but I could steal this moment, it would have to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

  His lips against mine made the rest of the world disappear into nothingness, which was dangerous, but felt so damn good. I started to forget why I had to let him go, why I should have just let him walk out thinking the worst of me instead of telling him the truth. A voice in the back of my head mocked me, “because you love him, duh!” I pushed it further into the back of my head as I pulled away from his embrace.

  “Wow, not exactly what I expected, but I’ll take that to you telling me to get out constantly any day. Oh, don’t stop now sweetheart, my engine’s just getting revved up for a long, hard, ride.” How could he go from angry to making jokes? Rolling my eyes, I stepped back from him, putting my hands up in front of me so he would follow.

  “We can’t Castor, but I can’t let you leave thinking I could have killed Gargoyle.” My throat locked just thinking of him lying there choking on his own blood while I held him. Tears begging to form, I can’t help it, the guy was a crazy ass, but he didn’t deserve what they did to him. It was my fault, I knew that deep down, but he needed to know what happened to his friend. I start to pace holding my stomach, I’m trying to form the words, but I can’t seem to speak them. The pain is there again; it hurts so much to even breathe; I shouldn’t be here while he’s cold in some morgue somewhere.

  “Beth, look at me. I need to know what happened in that motel room, I have so many scenarios running through my head, but I need the truth. So come sit down in my lap and tell me what happened.” He sat down in the chair I vacated when he came to my room, patting his lap, eyes full of concern. There was no anger, no hate, just concern etched across his face. Before I could comply his phone rang, he sighed before answering it.

  “Hello Bliss, yes I’m here with her now. She’s fine honey, I know honey I’m sorry I’m not there, yes we will miss him. Is Bart there with you? No, I’m not trying to get you off the phone quickly. I love you, put Bart on, I know he’s the one who had
you call.” Castor tapped his fingers against his thigh as he waited for Bart to get on the line, I couldn’t help but smile. Even though he was a badass biker, Castor loved his kids, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. I envied the relationship he had with his kids, I’d never have that with my father, but maybe, maybe I could have it with my grandfather.

  “Hey son, yeah I’m fine. The ride was a long one, but that new trike really handles good on the highway. No, I still don’t want you to add any of that fancy shit on it, I like it just the way it is. Yes, I swear I’m fine; I’ll be home in a few days. Have you two decided on when you’re getting hitched yet? You know I could really use some grandkids running around, keeping me busy. I love you too son. Bye.” Castor was grinning like he’d just gotten away with something naughty.

  “Works every time, he’s scared shitless when it comes to having kids. Don’t look at me like that. I know they aren’t ready for that shit, but it’s either that or he’ll nag me like an old woman all night. I have other plans for tonight. Now where were we, oh that’s right, you were on your way to getting in my lap to tell me what happened. Come on I don’t bite, at least not until you ask me to.” I fidgeted with my pajama shirt; I wasn’t so sure sitting on his lap was such a good thing. Being within strangling range didn’t really appeal to me, but having him hold me was too tempting. He motioned me over one more time before I gave in and sat. “There now, isn’t that better, I always like this position for serious conversations.”

  Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I tried to calm my nerves as I recounted what happened to Gargoyle. He rubbed circles along my back through the whole retelling, never stopping me to ask questions. I could feel him flex his muscles under me as I began to cry, praying he forgave me for losing his friend. When I looked up into his eyes, all I saw was sadness. Pain etched across his face, and tears barely contained in the corners of his eyes. I did this to him, if I hadn’t left, if Gargoyle hadn’t been in my room, all these things run through my head as Castor pulls my head down to his shoulder. I wanted him to rant, to yell at me again, to throw me off his lap, but instead he held me close to him as I wept for his friend with him. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, comforting each other.

  I must have fallen asleep, because Castor putting me in my bed, pulling the covers up, wakes me. Reaching for him, I didn’t want him to leave, even though I knew it was the safest thing for him to do. He stroked my hair out of my face, kissing me lightly, before moving away from the bed. Just as I was close to begging him to stay with me, he started undressing. With lowered lashes, I watched him reveal his body to me, hoping he didn’t catch me looking. He was rugged, rough around the edges, but damn if he was completely delectable.

  Moving around the room, he turned off all the lights, locked the door from the inside, and then crawled into bed beside me. I was warm all over from just seeing him strip; having him next to me practically had me boiling over. If I were a tea kettle, I’d be whistling loud and clear. He pulled my back against him, and I could feel his erection like a steel rod poking me in the ass. I couldn’t help but squirm a little against him, moaning.

  “If you keep that up sweetheart, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you. I’m trying to be all gentlemanly and hold you after making you cry.” Was he serious? I almost laughed at his “gentlemanly” actions. Instead, I decided it was better just to play with fire and see if I could get burned. Rubbing my ass against his cock until it slid between my cheeks, he growled in my ear, but didn’t stop me.

  Feeling braver, I pushed back against him, sliding up his cock until it aligned with the apex of my thighs; I was so wet he slid between my thighs. The head of his cock hit my clit as I slid back and forth on him; his hand went to my hip pushing and pulling me harder. I whimpered; I could feel my climax barreling its way through my body, when he stopped and flipped me on my back. Before I could object, he was between my thighs, spreading me wide open as he delved into me with his tongue.

  “Oh God! Pops, please, please.” I don’t know what I was begging for, whether it was for him to stop or to keep going. His tongue pierced through my folds, thrusting deep, my legs began to shake. I felt myself falling over the edge; hot lava flowed through my veins as it hit me with the full force of a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for breath. He gave my pussy one last lick sending me into a mini-orgasm. Damn him and his tongue, they did good work.

  “That was fucking delicious! Now how about you get some rest beautiful.” I looked at him like he had three heads, no way was he going to use his magical tongue on me and then not expect me do the same in return. “Don’t look so shocked baby, you needed to relax, and I relaxed you.”

  “What if I’m not done needing to relax?” He was looking down at me with a mischievous grin on his face. Flipping me over on my stomach, he gripped my hips before yanking my ass end up. I wiggled my ass in his face, clearly still drunk on the orgasm he’d given me. Never in my life had I acted this way with any of my lovers.

  “Keep teasing me with that ass baby and I will take it too, just remember I gave you the option for sleep.” That was the only warning I got before he plunged into my depths, my back arched, my pussy squeezed his cock tight, and I groaned into the pillow. “Fuck, you feel so damn good wrapped around my cock. Hold on tight, this isn’t going to be gentle, at all.” And he wasn’t, he grabbed handfuls of my hips on each side, before slamming into me over and over again.

  He set an almost painful rhythm that my body responded to, like it was its own melody. I took everything he had to give, pushing back against him each time he withdrew. The slaps of flesh against flesh were the only sounds in the room besides our breathing. I could feel his grip on my hips getting tighter, I could feel the bruises he was leaving, but I didn’t care. My whole body felt like it was on fire again, the flames licking my skin, bringing me closer to oblivion.

  “Fuck Beth, come with me. I need to feel you come around my cock.” He released one of my hips long enough for him run his thumb across my clit giving it just a little pressure, sending me skyrocketing over the edge. Seconds later I heard him join me with an almost feral growl, pumping into me until he was spent. My legs went out on me; I collapsed on the bed, while he flung himself on his back next to me. I couldn’t help but smile at the look of complete exhaustion on his face. Knowing I’d brought a man like him to that point gave me a huge ego boost. It should feel wrong to fuck after everything that happened, but somehow it made sense. We were alive, we needed to feel alive after losing Gargoyle, both of us.

  “Woman you wear me out, I might need to start taking those little blue pills at this rate.” Laughing, I smack him on his chest; he definitely does not need those things. “What, I thought you’d like that idea.” Shaking my head at him, I can’t stifle the yawn when it hits me. “Alright, enough fun for you, you’ve been through a lot, you need some rest.” Pulling me back against him this time I snuggle into him, needing to feel his warmth wrapped around me. Even though I know come morning I have to send him away for his own safety. Because the one thing I had figured out for sure was that I was in love with the brute, and I’d do anything to keep him safe, even if that meant giving him up.

  Chapter Eleven

  BETH

  I lay awake watching him sleep, the stress of the last few days etched across his forehead. It was tempting to lean over and kiss them away, but nothing could take back the last few days. There was no bringing Gargoyle back, there was no changing who my father was, and there was no changing who my grandfather was. No matter how much we both wished for it, there wasn’t some magical band aid we could put over it to make it all better. I knew what I had to do to keep him safe, but a part of me broke inside knowing I’d have to say goodbye to him.

  How had he managed to weasel his way into my heart? I had no clue, but he was definitely in there, and my heart railed against pushing him away. Michael was a dangerous man; my grandfather even more so, no way was I going to let Castor put himself in the middle for
me. I wasn’t worth his life; I hadn’t been worth Gargoyle’s. Shifting as slowly and quietly as I could, I made my way out of the bed, he didn’t even budge. Suppressing a laugh with the back of my hand, I grabbed my clothes, quickly putting them back on. My body ached so wonderfully I just wanted to crawl back in bed with him. Glancing back at him, he’d grabbed my pillow hugging it to him. I turned away, dashing tears from my eyes, before making my way to the door on tiptoes.

  Unlocking it quietly proved a bit of a challenge, but it finally clicked without much sound, and I was able to pull it open. Dino stood taller as I inched open the door placing my finger to my mouth while I closed the door behind me. He gave me a knowing smirk, and I rolled my eyes at him. “I need to talk to my grandfather; do you think it’s too early to wake him?” He grabbed my arm inching me away from my door before answering.

  “Gino won’t be back until later today, he left right after his meeting with Pops, said he had some shit to straighten out. Maybe I can help. What do you need angel face?” I wasn’t sure exactly what Dino could do, but I was pretty sure Lucian would be able to help.

  “What about Lucian, is he here?” Dino looked pretty disappointed that I didn’t want his help, but shrugged before telling me to follow him.

  “You know we’re cousins right? Like my dad and your mom are brother and sister, I’m here for you too is what I mean. We all are, it’s pretty fucked up what’s going on. You ever need a quick getaway just call me, I’ll get you out, won’t even ask any questions.” I’d never had anyone have my back like that, no that wasn’t true, Pops had my back. He’d had my back since we first met in my office for Bliss. And here I was about to tell my uncle to make him leave, to protect him, a little voice in my head replied. Was it really to protect him, or was I trying to protect myself from getting hurt. I didn’t fit into his world, into his club. I couldn’t ask him to give up that life for me, it was a part of what I loved about him. There it was, the real problem. I loved him for all his parts, not just the ones that I could fit into, and that scared the shit out of me.