by K. Renee
Without any words, he slides his hand into my panties, rips them and tosses the black silk over his shoulder while continuing to tease my nipple until it pebbles. Switching to the other one, he slips his fingers into my folds and thrusts them into my core. I feel my orgasm coming, but before I can fall apart he pulls his fingers from my sex with a grin on his face.
"Brant!" I yell out, frustrated.
I feel his body shake with silent laughter.
I pull away from him, pissed that he won't let me come. I know he's paying me back for that message I sent him. I see the smirk on his face as he grabs my arm, spins me around, pushes me over the arm of the couch and lifts my dress up. His hand comes down on my ass hard. I moan and push it into into his erection.
"You like when I spank your beautiful ass, doll?”
I whimper and nod my head yes, feeling him rub his hand over my ass. Whack. Wiggling and moaning, I feel the pain and pleasure of his hand hitting my ass again. Fuck. I am getting so turned on.
"I don't think you answered my question, baby. You like when I spank your beautiful ass? I need the words, doll."
"Yes, Brant, please."
“Please what?” He smirks.
“Please, spank me harder!” I breathe out.
I moan as his hand smacks my ass again, feeling my arousal leak down my thighs as he fumbles with his belt and jeans. Once they're down, he thrusts his hard cock into my soaking wet core.
"Fuck," I grate out, as he begins to thrust into me. "Harder," I gasp as he bends me over more. My walls clench him and he grunts out, "Fuck, baby, your pussy is amazing." My back arches and I come so hard that I forget my own name. He thrusts into me two more times before he comes.
We're both panting and trying to get our breath back when my phone starts to ring. He slowly pulls out and I can feel the mixture of our come run down my leg. He hands me my phone and I answer it without looking at the screen.
"Anslie, where the fuck are you?" I hear her shriek into the phone. I haven't talked to her since I was sixteen. How does she have my new number?
"Mom?" I stutter out, even though I know it's her.
“Yeah, you stupid little whore. Where the fuck are you? You running around on your husband now? I knew you'd never amount to much. You make me sick."
I can feel the tears start to run down my face.
Brantley looks at me with concern in his eyes. I take a deep breath before I answer her.
"You don't know anything about me. You stopped being a mom to me when I was five and you left Dad. Screwing men and doing drugs were more important to you than your own daughter. I'll never be any of the things you said I am, and I will never tell you where I am. At least I'm a better person than you have ever been," I tell her calmly and with as much authority as I can muster up.
"You are nothing to me. Dad is the only real parent I've ever had. You're pathetic if you think I'll ever have anything to do with you. How does it feel to know that husband of yours liked little girls more than his own wife?" I sneer.
"You stupid bitch! You will fucking pay for that!" she roars over the phone.
Brant pulls the phone out of my hand and speaks with authority. "You ever contact my old lady again and I will put you in the fucking ground. I don't give a fuck who you are or who you know. Don't ever talk to her or about her again.”
I hear her screaming as he disconnects the call.
He pulls me into his arms and winces when I hug him tighter and sob into his shoulder. Picking me up, he carries me back to his room, kissing my hair as he lays me in the middle of the bed. I don't want him to leave me alone, so I don't release the grip I have on him.
"Please, don't leave me," I whisper to him.
"I'll never leave again, doll." He curls his body around me and I cry into his chest.
I hate how that stupid bitch can ruin me with one phone call. How does she even know I was married to Charlie? The divorce papers were filed after I left, and so far they haven't been contested. The lawyer said that was a good sign.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in Brant's musky scent, which is mixed with motor oil and gasoline. I fall asleep in his arms, knowing I'm safe.
Chapter Thirty One
Once I feel Anslie's breath even out, I text Prez and Dom. I don't care who that bitch thinks she is, she will never talk to my girl like that.
Me: Prez your ex just called Anslie and I think she's up to something. Ans just spent the last 20 crying
Dom: fuck. What did she say to her
Me: that she would never be anything and she was a whore
Prez: I'm going to kill that stupid bitch.
We plan on having church tonight, so we can talk about Selena.
Anslie starts to whimper on my chest. I hug her closer to me and run my hand down her back. My phone beeps with another message.
Mom: Brantley Tate Insico. You failed to mention that you are a father!
Fuck. She must have seen them with Bash.
Me: mom I'm sorry, I got some shit to take care of can we talk about the boys later?
Mom: you better. I'm going to take them home with me. They don't need to be hanging around the club house with your brothers.
Me: fine mom. We will pick them up later.
Mom: we?
I laugh. She must think I only have them for a few hours or something.
Me: yea me and their mom.
Mom: it better not be that little whore you've been screwing.
Me: naw mom you actually love this girl more than your own sons.
Mom: who?
Me: Anslie.
Mom: oh thank god! I'll see you soon.
I smile because I swear, she really does love this girl more than her own sons. Now I have some time to get furniture for the house and handle things with Anslie's bitch of a mom before we get the boys.
Anslie starts to stir and blinks open her eyes.
"Love you, doll. I won't let her hurt you."
She nods her head and stretches out.
"My mom has the boys, so let's go get some furniture. We have a new house to move into."
She break out into a huge smile and kisses me softly on the lips. "Let's go!" she giggles.
We hop in my truck and go shopping for new furniture. After a few hours and tons of shit being delivered by the prospects, we have enough to get us by until we decide what to do with the other rooms.
Anslie has a smile on her face, but it doesn't reach her eyes. She's still worried about what her mom said on the phone. I grab her around the waist, pull her closer to me and I whisper in her ear, "Doll, stop stressing about that stupid bitch. Don’t let what she said get to you. You are a million times better than her. You raised those two little boys for almost three years by yourself. And fuck, they are amazing little dudes. I don't know anyone who could have done a better job." She leans into me and I hold her to my side, just inhaling her scent.
When we pull up to the house, I see the prospects unloading our furniture. I tell Anslie to direct them on the bedroom furniture, while I help get the couches unloaded.
Once all the furniture is unloaded and arranged where she wants it, the prospects leave. I pull my girl down on the couch with me and look around the room. My body is still tender, but the workout I just did moving furniture helped take some of the ache away.
I pull Anslie on my lap. She's got this little sundress on and all I want to do is sink my cock into her tight pussy. She rubs her ass against my cock and it instantly wants nothing more than to sink into her.
I lift her dress up a bit and run my hands down her thighs. My fingers touch her mound and I slip a finger in her perfect pussy. She grinds onto my finger a little more and I add another in. She mews and arches into my hand as I slowly fill her with a third finger. Moaning, she continues to rub herself against my jean-clad cock. God, her body feels so fucking good against mine.
I feel her stutter in her movements as I pump my fingers into her faster and at an angle to hit her G-spot. She trembl
es and bucks into my hand, her walls clenching as she screams out my name. I feel her come all over my fingers. I let her ride out her orgasm before slipping my fingers out of her pussy and into my mouth. I suck my fingers clean and then grab her face and kiss her long and hard.
I unbutton my jeans and pull my rock-hard cock out. Lifting her up, I push into her warm, wet heat. Fuck, her pussy is gripping the shit out of my cock. I love the way she feels around me. She clenches and I think I'm going to explode.
"Doll, wait a sec. I'm not ready to come yet," I rasp out.
I take a few deep breaths, then I pick her up and ram my hips up and back into her. I rub her clit with my thumb and feel her quiver against me. She's close again. I pump my hips into her harder and she gasps for breath as she comes.
Fuck. I love the sounds she makes. I bounce her on me a few more times before I come in her delicious pussy. I love this girl more than life itself. Damn.
We sit like this for a while. My dick is still in her and she's leaning against my chest, while I run my fingers through her hair. She’s worn out and sated, just the way I like her.
I feel Anslie's breathing even out as my phone rings. "Yeah?" I answer quietly.
"Hey baby, you guys coming by still?" my mom asks sweetly.
"Yeah Ma, but I think it's just going to be me. Anslie fell asleep."
I hear her chuckle. "You mean you fucked that poor girl into a coma. Dammit, Brantley, if you're not careful you’ll knock her up again."
I laugh. "Oh Ma, but that's the point. I want more. The boys are awesome, but I want to have a little girl who looks just like her Momma."
My mom laughs. "Baby, you are your father’s son. He wanted to keep going until you boys had a sister, but it never worked out that way for us. Instead, I got you four beautiful boys."
"Yeah, but you love us, Ma. I'll stop by in an hour or so. Love you."
"Love you too, baby. These boys are like carbon copies of you and Jase when you were their age."
I smile. "Yeah, I know. I'll see you later."
I tuck Anslie into our new bed. Before I leave, I write her a note telling her that I am going to get the boys. I watch her for a minute before leaving, then I get in the truck and make my way to my parents' to pick up my mini-me’s.
Chapter Thirty Two
I wake up when Brantley pulls me to his body.
"Brant," I whisper in the dark.
"Shh baby, it’s only two A.M."
I relax into his embrace and feel his stiff cock slip into my sex.
“Baby, I love that you're always so fucking wet for me," he moans in my ear. Biting my earlobe, he thrusts into me slowly. I gasp and grind back into him. He feels so good. He lazily thrusts into me, until we both come together. Kissing the back of my neck, he pulls me tighter into his body. After a few minutes, we both fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning, we're woken up by jumping “ninja turtles” and giggles. I love watching the boys jump around without a care in the world. This is a total three-sixty from living with Charlie. The boys were always quiet and kept to themselves. They would barely ever make any noises.
Now, they're being boys and are just plain happy. I snuggle into Brant's chest and duck my head under the covers.
After Brant tells the boys to go watch TV in the living room, he pulls on his jeans. I head for the shower once I finally stop drooling at his tight ass and broad shoulders.
Once I'm showered, dressed and ready for the day, I walk into the living room to see the boys lying on Brantley while watching TV. I’m so busy watching them explain their favorite parts that the ding of my text tone scares me.
Unknown: it isn't over. I will get what I want.
My blood runs cold and I start to freak out. He knows where I am and he's going to come after me.
"Hey, doll!" I hear Brant shout. I tune him out and stare at the wall. My phones beeps again.
Unknown: my, my you look downright edible right now.
I hear my phone hit the wood floor. Brantley tells the boys to watch TV and rushes toward me, but I can't move. I'm terrified that Charlie's coming to hurt me again. My heart races and I breathe erratically. Brant grabs my arms and pulls me into his body.
"What's wrong, baby?" he whispers against my hair. I shake my head and continue to try to catch my breath. He leans down and grabs my phone. Turning on the screen, he swears under his breath and pulls out his own phone.
"Yeah, it's me. We might have a problem. I think he’s watching the house." I hear him grunting out answers to whoever he's talking to and then he hangs up.
He grabs my chin with one hand and forces me to look at him. "Doll, I won't let anyone hurt you ever."
Tears well up in my eyes. "What if he comes after the boys?" I ask softly. I'd rather Charlie hurt me than the boys.
"No one who wants to live will hurt those boys," he grinds out.
The doorbell rings and the boys run to get it.
"Don't open the door!" Brant yells.
The boys screech to a halt where they are. Their faces turn sad and Brant walks over to them. "Hey boys, we got to be careful who we open the door for. Okay?"
They both nod and each one grabs one of Brant's hands and walks with him to the door. Brant checks the peep hole before opening it.
"Unky Vase!" Severye shrieks and jumps into his arms. Jase stumbles a bit, but catches him.
"Unky Vashtian!" Remy squeaks out and runs to him. Luckily, Sebastian was ready for him.
They carry the boys to the couch and my dad and brother walk in right behind them. "Gampa! Wook at mi ew toy! Naja tortle," Remy says, holding up his new toy. "That's awesome, little man." My dad smiles at the boys before turning my way.
"Little girl," Dom rasps as he pulls me into his embrace.
Looking up at him with tears in my eyes, I ask, "What's gonna happen?" I hate feeling like the little girl I once was. I want to be stronger than this. I wipe my eyes and wait for them to answer me.
"We're gonna put you guys on lockdown, 'til we find that bastard."
"Okay," I say while looking at each of their faces. I agree with that. Making sure the boys are safe is all I care about. My dad walks over and pulls me to him.
"Be strong, baby girl. Don't let these assholes win. Your mom is nothing but a whore and that soon to be ex-husband of yours is a lowlife who can't make a name for himself. We will get you through this. The club has your back." He watches my face and is satisfied when I agree with him.
I release him and go to Brantley. Being in his arms is what makes me feel like I can take on the world. He pulls me close and kisses me deeply. I hear Dom cough and groan as I smile against Brant's lips and feel his body shake with silent laughter. "There's my girl," he mumbles against my lips. I sigh. He always know what to do to make me smile again.
I pack enough clothes for a few weeks. Once we pick out a few toys for each of the boys and pack them in the truck, we head to the clubhouse.
Chapter Thirty Three
The last few weeks have been terrible. The boys hate being trapped in the clubhouse and are getting antsier by the day. They just want to go home and I can't blame them - I want to go home, too. The clubhouse is not really set up to keep children entertained for weeks on end.
I can tell Anslie is starting to hate it here too. The club whores continually try to rub all over me just to piss her off. I'm pretty sure she's going to deck one of them soon.
My girl is a feisty one. I show her how much it turns me on when she doesn't back down from those catty bitches.
"Daddy, I go home!" Remy whines. The boys are turning three on Saturday and we are going to have a party, but it won't be like a normal kid party here at the clubhouse. This lockdown makes it difficult for the women to get party supplies.
Being on lockdown is driving me crazy too, so I volunteered to go pick up supplies with Dom and Jase. Three weeks of house arrest will drive anyone insane.
Riding into town, we get to the party store and tell the store
clerks what Anslie wants. They look at us like we are fucking crazy.
"Your sister is making us look like we're trying to kidnap little boys," my brother says, as he punches Dom in the arm.
"It's B's fucking kids we have to buy this shit for. Blame your brother, J." He sneers back before punching him in the shoulder.
"Just be glad I didn't knock her up with girls, 'cause then we'd be buying a fuckload of girly shit right now."
They both cringe at that thought.
Once we're done at the party store, we toss the bags into the van with the prospects and then we hit up Costco for food and snacks. We pick out a few toys for Remy and Sev and then make our way back to the clubhouse.
We walk through the doors and as soon as the boys see us, they run up and start jumping all over us. I look around the room for Anslie, but don't see her anywhere. "Hey little man, where's your Momma?" I ask Sev, while he climbs me like a tree.
"I nono Daddy." He looks around, trying to find her. I hear Remy yell out, "Mommy" and take off running. Sev tries to jump out of my arms, but I'm holding him too tight.
“But I wan Mommy," he says, struggling to get out of my grip.
I watch as Anslie struts across the room towards me and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. She is a fucking wet dream, wearing this short, dark grey dress that barely covers her ass and pussy. Her boots are knee high, black stilettos. Her long brown hair is curled and loose, just the way I like it. I love pulling it while I’m fucking her from behind. My God. I want to bend her over the closest table or couch right now.
She picks Remy up and continues to walk straight for me. When she reaches me, she leans her body into mine and kisses my cheek.
"Fuck, doll," I growl in her ear as she pulls away, giggling. She knows what she's doing to me.
"Did you get everything I needed?" she purrs.
"Yeah doll, I got more than you’ll ever need," I say, smirking. Her grin widens and she saunters back off the way she came. Damn. Sometimes that girl is too hot for her own good.