Alanna: Oh god she’s trying to take off her clothes! Help me!
Before I could respond it was ringing. Alanna’s number flashed across the screen. My hand had tightened around the phone, and it creaked under the pressure as my anger warred with fear inside of me.
Putting the phone to my ear, I listened to her hysterical voice.
“Please Ryan, come get us! I can’t stop her, and this guy has been circling her like a creeper,” she cried into the phone.
“I’m coming,” I tell her, my voice cold and dark.
I might kill someone if they touch her. If he gets her upstairs….
“Don’t let her out of your site,” I tell her harshly as I point to Reyes. She wasn’t going to be happy, but her brother was coming with me. He would want to be there for both of them.
I knew I was ready to kill at the thought of her being so vulnerable.
“She’s been drinking heavily. Alanna said that she caught one guy trying to bring her upstairs. She said that was when she knew they were in trouble,” I tell Reyes.
A vein was pulsing in his neck as I told him about his sister. At the mention of Alanna’s fear, his eyes darkened even more. He looked like he was ready to rain hell down on this group of high school kids.
One thing had been eating at me. Did someone slip Bianca something? I’ll kill the motherfucker.
Chapter 7
Bianca
Two Years Ago.
Things had gotten out of hand, and Alanna was murmuring something about Josh and the last drink he handed me. She thinks he put something into it.
The black eye he was going to be sporting for a few days was courtesy of my best friend. I should have been there for her. Instead, I had wallowed in my misery.
She told me Ryan came for me and brought me home. That I had ridden on the back of his bike and her on my brothers.
I knew I would have to face the music. My brother was going to be pissed, and I was sure he was going to make me regret last night. It was something I already regretted.
I was getting snippets of memories back. Josh’s hands on my hips as he tried to steer me up the stairs. The way his breath felt on my neck as I fell back a step.
I shuddered at the memories. Alanna was watching me her eyes shadowed.
“Was it worth it?” Her voice was low.
“No,” I tell her truthfully.
“I think he put something in your drink,” her voice was sad.
“I only had three beers before he handed me my fourth,” I tell her while she nodded in agreement.
“Do you think Reyes is going to do something to him?” She asked me, her voice was soft, softer than normal.
“Yes, if you told him who it was,” I told her harshly.
She shook her head as she said, “I told Ryan that I hit him. If he just looked around, he will figure it out.”
I was partially afraid of that. I may dislike Josh, the senior who thought he was gods gift to a woman but having him killed was something different.
As if reading my mind, Alanna shook her head.
“Don’t think like that. How many girls has he done this too? Think of that, he was confident in what he was doing. There has to be more,” she growled.
She was right. I wasn’t going to mourn his loss. I hated to think of what might have happened if he had seceded. It hurt to think of all the girls who weren’t so lucky.
I heard someone pounding on my door, and it shook under the force.
“Get your fucking ass downstairs, now!” My brother shouted through the hardwood surface separating us.
I swallowed at the tone he was using. It was terrifying! This wasn’t just my brother, this was a member of the Grimm Brothers MC.
“He wouldn’t ever hurt you, B,” she tells me gently.
I watched as she crossed the room and opened the door. She poked her head outside of it and said something to my brother.
I was shocked when she closed it again, and I could hear his feet retreating down the hallway. He was getting further and further away.
“What did you say to him?” I asked her in concern.
“I told him to stop being an asshole that last night was terrifying for the both of us, and he wasn’t helping,” she tells me with a shrug.
“And he just left?” I asked her in shock. I couldn’t believe she talked to him that way and he let her get away with it.
“No, he told me that he wanted us downstairs in five minutes and that’s all he was going to give us,” she said with another shrug.
“He didn’t scream it,” I told her.
He was so mad I could hear it in the way he had shouted at me through the door.
“No, he was angry, but he was tame,” she laughed quietly.
The little window of time that we had gone quickly, and I still wasn’t ready to face him. Taking a deep breath, I left the sanctuary of my bedroom and headed down the stairs.
It was time to face the music. I found him and Ryan in the living room watching me as I made my way to it. Alanna was behind me shuffling her feet as we closed the space between them and us.
It was like going to face a firing squad. This was it, I could already hear the guns loading and the bullet being chambered. Click clunk. Metal on metal. It was a sound so distinguishing, anyone, who heard it would know what it was.
“What the fuck where you thinking?” My brother yelled.
I felt Alanna jump at his loud, harsh tone. Her fingers laced with mine and squeezed tightly in silent support, even if she was as terrified as I was. My brother’s eyes latched onto that, and his tone lowered.
“Who was it?” He demanded quietly.
“I thought I needed a moment where the world didn’t exist,” I told him honestly. My eyes cast towards Ryan’s direction making my meaning clear to him.
“Tell me who the fuck it was?” Ryan demanded this time.
“Josh,” Alanna whispered.
“Josh who?” Reyes asked gently.
All the anger I could see boiling under the surface was being held back while he talked to her, interesting.
“Josh Bowler,” she tells him.
My eyes closed, and I silently cursed. Did Alanna know what she just did?
“Go get cleaned up,” Ryan tells me coldly.
My eyes cast his way as tears filled them. Didn’t I deserve some comfort? Anything? I was almost date raped last night, and all I got was clean yourself up.
Alanna leaned on me, putting her arm that wasn’t holding my hand around me. Her head rested on my shoulder. She was trying to show me that she loved me and that she was here for me.
More tears blurred my vision. I released her and ran to the stairs. I took them two at a time. I needed the safety that my room offered.
“You should have hugged her, showed her something or given her anything. You don’t think she regretted last night? I was terrified, and I know she was too,” Alanna snapped.
That was the last thing I heard before the door closed behind me, silencing anything else that might have been said.
For one night I wanted to forget the man standing downstairs, the man who wouldn’t look at me for more than a second. The man who owned my soul.
Chapter 8
Bianca
Six Months Ago.
Alanna slipped from my room, and I pretended to sleep. I knew she was restless, and my brother was the cause. She wouldn’t admit it, and I didn’t ask.
I knew how she felt. The pain, longing, desperation, and need was hard to deal with. I knew not to voice how I felt, it was better left unsaid. The hollow ache in your chest hurt badly when you saw them with another.
I wasn’t exactly pretending that I didn’t want a certain someone like I knew she was. I should tell her that I understood and that I was okay with what she was feeling. Sadly, it took me almost two years to figure it out. The memory of us sprawled on the lawn as she went through the magazine’s soulmate test. The way her eyes had lit up at his presence. It was all wr
itten out for me.
I also wanted a man who wouldn’t give me the time of day, and instead of us confiding about our woes, she was stuffing it down deep.
Should I call her on it? No, she would come to me when she felt like it. What if she doesn’t? A voice whispered. I’ll give her time ,and if she doesn’t, then I’ll drag the answers out of her.
Thoughts of Ryan came as I laid there. I wanted to sleep and dream of him holding me close. Of him pulling me into his body as he sheltered and loved me. The heat of his body keeping me warm. The weight of his arm as it rested on my side with his fingers splayed over my stomach. I feared I would never have it.
My eyes slid closed as the thoughts of Ryan were pulled from deep within. His brown eyes and dark blond hair, the way his lips would curve up on one side. The smell of leather and his special scent.
My heart started to race as I pulled further into my thoughts and into the forced dream. I imagined Ryan’s heat as he pressed close to me. The way his fingers would feel as they sunk deep inside of me thrusting in and out.
His tongue would dance over my neck as pleasure coursed through me. My skin would tingle, and the hair along my body would stand up.
I could feel him pushing those long, thick, calloused fingers deeper and harder into my clenching pussy. Just as his lips finally met mine, my orgasm washed over me. I collapsed further into the bed as weakness took over.
Pulling my fingers from my lacy black panties, I wiped them on my shirt and curled onto my side. Sleep pulled me down. Darkness engulfed me, and soon I was drifting deep.
Chapter 9
Bianca
Five Months Ago.
I draped myself over Ryan’s lap, and my fingers slowly crawled up his chest. His eyes darkened as I leaned in and whispered into his ear.
“Hey,” I said looking into his eyes as I pulled his face closer to mine, “miss me?” My voice held a husky quality that barely touched the surface of how much need, I had for him.
I wanted to lean in and lick those tempting lips. What would Ryan taste like? I’ve wanted to know that for years. The brief, barely there kiss we shared two years ago wasn’t enough to truly know how decadent I knew he would be.
Frustration mounted as his hands stayed on the leather surface of the couch, close to his sides. Moving swiftly, I turned and straddled his lap. My legs were on both sides of his thighs and my heated wet pussy pressed against his hard denim covered cock.
Using the same hand that I had climbed over his chest with, I now diverted it south. My fingertips glided over the soft cotton material of his t-shirt.
“I can feel how much you want me,” I whispered as my lips brushed his ear. My heated breath caressing him.
“Don’t,” he tells me.
Lifting my hips, I gave Ryan just enough space for my hand to reach through and grab his massive cock. I tighten my hold rubbing it up and down through the rough jean material.
Before I could make a sound, he lifted me and set me on the couch next to him. Only he didn’t stay, he got up and off the couch.
I wanted to cry. How many times will I throw myself and beg him to take me? How much hurt can I take before I give up on him and walk away? If you asked me that question two years ago, I would have said whatever was thrown at me, no matter how many times he walked away. I would keep coming back, but now, I didn’t really know.
Chapter 10
Bianca
Five Months and Two Weeks Ago.
I was getting what I wanted. I knew it the moment Ryan’s fingers gripped my hand and tugged me closer to him. He pulled me up the stairs and towards my bedroom.
I should stop this. Ryan had one too many shots and definitely four or five beers too many. But I was distracted by his t-shirt, which was pulled tight over his torso. Ryan’s back muscles tightened and rippled as he reached for my doorknob with his other hand.
“Are you sure about this,” he asked me, his voice husky.
I nodded. I wasn’t more sure about anything else in my whole life. This was like needing air to breathe, or water and food to survive.
His eyes darkened as he looked at me. I heard the door click behind us. Before I could say another word, his mouth was on mine.
It was better than any dream that I had. The feeling of Ryan’s body pressing closer to mine, and the hard length of his dick pressed against my stomach had my muscles tighten and loosen.
I moaned against our joined lips, and he took advantage while my mouth was open. His tongue swept inside and brushed against mine.
One of his hands lifted my shirt. His hand slid over my skin and pressed against my bra cover breast. Another moan slipped out as he caressed my hard nipple.
I couldn’t wait, I needed him in me now. What if he changed his mind? I couldn’t let that happen, as much as I wanted to savor every touch. I need our clothes off and his cock in my pussy.
“Clothes,” I whispered against our joined lips hoping he would understand what I was trying to say.
Then I felt the cold air as my shirt was lifted, and I cried out as his lips left mine.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered huskily against my parted lips.
The shirt cleared my head, and my bra was quick to follow. My hands went to his shirt, and I pulled it up over his head before my fingers latched onto the button of his jeans.
I growled as I fought to undo his pants and he laughed.
“Just get those clothes of yours off, baby,” he tells me.
Gripping my pants, I pushed them and my navy panties past my waist. Then I shimmed them until they hit the floor. I kicked them away and watched hungrily as Ryan pulled his pants down.
My eyes widened as I took in his size. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, I mean, I didn’t think we’d fit. The thought both terrified and depressed me. Ryan had to be nine inches and maybe as wide as my wrist.
“Don’t think about it, baby,” he tells me right before his lips crash back down on mine. One of his hands twisted my hair and tugged until my head was back and little sharp pains tingled along my scalp.
I felt us moving, he was walking us to my bed. My eyes were closed, and my chest was rising hard as desire ran through me like molten lava. Scorching and burning through my body, leaving me in a panting mess.
The back of my legs hit the edge of my bed. The sensation of knowing what was about to happen had my heart rate speeding into another level. My desire was spiking off the charts.
I was panting as his hand lowered and lifted me up his body. My legs started to wrap around his waist, but before I could, I was sailing through the air and bounced on my bed. A giggle erupted from me that quickly turned to a moan as his lips pressed against my knee.
My legs slowly opened as he kissed, licked, and nipped along the insides of my thighs. My fingers clenched and twisted in the sheet as my breath became labored in my chest. Ryan was drawing closer and closer to my pussy.
Then he was there, his heated breath bathed me in its warmth. I moaned loudly as his fingers parted the lips of my moist pussy. The moment his tongue touched my throbbing flesh, I screamed. He showed me no mercy as he licked and nipped at my over sensitive clit.
“Please,” I begged as I felt the release, that I so desperately needed, rise inside of me. I wanted Ryan inside of me now.
Before I could plead with him again, he was forcing my legs further apart. His cock nudged my soaking wet opening.
My hands rose and gripped his shoulders as he pressed inside of me. He split me open as he went deeper and deeper.
The pain hit me as he ripped through my virgin pussy and seated himself as deep as he could go.
“Fuck!” He growled as he lifted my legs over his arms. My knees were in the crock of his elbows, and I felt him sink in another two inches. It was like the sound of a bullet at a race.
There was no other way to put it, he rode me hard. His hips slammed into mine over and over as his arms kept my legs trapped as he pounded into me.
My na
ils sunk into his flesh as pleasure so intense washed over me. I expected it to stop, but it kept going. It was rising higher and higher with every thrust of his hips. My breasts jiggled hard as he slammed into me again and again.
His grunts mixed with my heated moans and we both fell off the cliff and into oblivion. I felt his cock hit my womb as he finished inside of me. Each hard splash of his cum had my pleasure rising higher.
His lips pressed against mine before he released my legs and rolled to the side of the bed. I expected him to hold me. Tell me he cared, maybe even tell me he loved me. Anything. Instead, he dressed and left without a backward glance.
My heart constricted. I finally had what I thought I wanted only to realize I was never really going to have it again. Something inside of me broke, and I wasn’t so sure it could be fixed.
Chapter 11
Bianca
Four Months and Two Weeks Ago.
The little test didn’t lie, even when I shook it over and over again hoping for a different result. The two little lines gave it away, I was pregnant.
Ryan hasn’t shown me the time of day, and he has been oddly missing as much as possible. My brother was watching me constantly, and a small part of me feared he knew.
Shame hit me. Ryan used me like I was another club sweetie, and I still wanted him. My fingers hurt as they tightened more and more. As a result, my nails sunk into the flesh of my palms.
When I looked at him now, I could see no recognition or sign that he remembered our night together and that hurt so damn much.
Alanna was missing, Reyes looked ready to kill someone, and Ryan was avoiding me again. Just as my thoughts started to get more and more depressing my phone buzzed. I did not recognize the unfamiliar number.
?: It’s me sorry I left.
Me: Who are you?
?: Shit, it’s me Alanna.
Me: Where the fuck did you go?
Alanna: I needed to get away…
Me: Why the fuck did you take me with you? ☹
Alanna: I’m sorry B.
Me: Where are you???
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