Sharing Britney

by Eden Rose

  I raise my eyebrows at him. “Talk about what? The conversation is over with.” This kid is going to be a lawyer. He’s got the arguing thing down pack and he’s too good at it. He would argue with you if you told him clouds were blue and he would tell you that they’re red.

  “But you didn’t sleep on it…” He hedges with a pout.

  “Ah! Aiden Michael, get your backpack and get in the car. We’re going to school!” I shut him down.

  “I don’t like this!” He shouts and stomps into the living room with attitude.

  Rolling my eyes, I reach over and grab my phone off the table to check in with Flip. I’ve been working with Flip at the tattoo shop that he owns with the club as his secretary for the past couple of years. I’m going to be honest with you, I’ve got a massive crush on him.

  The whole club probably knows that I’m in love with Mack Truck and they also know that he doesn’t fucking return the feelings towards me. A girl can only be rejected so many times before they are just done.

  I’m tired of him constantly telling me that he doesn’t feel anything for me but then he watches me out of the corner of his eyes to make sure that I’m not hooking up with one of the other brothers. So, I’m not good enough for him and I’m not good enough for the other guys… Talk about making a girl feel special.

  It’s almost as if there’s a non-spoken rule that I’m untouchable or something.

  And then last night happened. Those guys had me sandwiched in between them and played me like a fiddle. My body is still humming from the excitement and I can’t help myself from wanting more.

  I can hear the huffing and puffing of Aiden tromping down the hallway. “Fine. I’m ready!” He spits out like I’m killing him.

  “I’ll tell you what, you do good in school and then I’ll let you pick the movie tonight,” I say hoping to get him not so pissed off.

  A couple of years ago, I noticed that Aiden wasn’t on the same level as the other kids were socially or emotionally. Fearing for the worst, I took him to the doctor and found out that he’s on the high functioning realm of Autism. He’s barely on the spectrum but it just means that he’s got lack of motivation when it comes to certain things.

  The kid loves motorcycles and loves movies. I normally can bribe him with either to get what I need done. Yeah, it’s a bribe but what parent doesn’t bribe their kids? None.

  “Fine,” he cringes and looks away from me.

  This is the one thing that I can’t stand about this spectrum. When he doesn’t look at me when I’m talking to him or he looks right through me as if I’m not even talking to him. I don’t know how else to explain it.

  I put my hand on his shoulder to lead him out of the living room towards the front door. “Did you brush your teeth?” I ask him knowing that he didn’t. This is the one thing that he hates doing more than going to school.

  He shrugs out of my hand and runs towards the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he comes back in, he’s smiling as if he won the lottery. “Brushed each tooth twice. Let’s go!” He shouts at me.

  Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling into Get Skinned Tattoo Parlor. It’s not a bad job and it pays my bills. Plus, I get to flirt with Flip more than I care to admit.

  I wouldn’t say that I’m a whore or anything… It’s normal for someone to have feelings for two different people, right? I would think so. It’s not as if I’m doing anything bad. Plus, Mack Truck has made it abundantly clear that he’s not interested in me at all.

  After parking my car, I grab my purse, coffee and keys before walking into the parlor. I’m instantly hit with the smell of fresh coffee, leather, ink and cologne. Also known as the wonderful smell of Flip.

  “Hi, Flip!” I call through the door before turning around and locking the door back up. We don’t open for another ten minutes.

  He groans while coming out of his office. Flip’s baby-face is full of five o’clock shadow, sleep and pillow marks. I smile at him while I start up the computer. For the obvious reasons of needing to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied.

  “We need to talk to the boss about how early this place opens…” He grumbles as he scratches his chest. The movement of such a simple task draws the attention to his perfectly muscular chest and body.

  Damn.

  Just last night, his naked chest was pressed against mine. We were so close that a breath of air couldn’t fit between us and he didn’t even fuck me.

  Jesus Christ! I’m becoming so desperate that I’m fantasizing over my boss/friend! What’s worse? He probably thinks I’m some desperate woman who’s willing to throw myself at anyone.

  I like sex. Don’t get me wrong. I also want the commitment that comes with it.

  I clench my thighs together in hopes to get some relief. It’s been a year since I last had sex. A whole fucking year. I’m considered a fly and all of that bull shit but none of them will fuck me because they think that Mack Truck has some hold on me. He doesn’t have shit.

  All of the guys act like this besides Flip.

  Well, that was until yesterday when Flip and Mack Truck turned me on so badly that I had some crazy sex dreams over them. How bad is that?

  FLIP

  The only one of my brothers that doesn’t know that I’m in love with Britney is Mack Truck. I know that they once had a thing and all of that bull shit, but I’ve been in love with her for far too long.

  Part of me feels dirty that I’m keeping such a big secret from one of the brothers, but the other part of me doesn’t give a shit. If he wanted to be with her, then he should have claimed her.

  Having her work for me is probably the dumbest thing I ever decided on. Smelling her light perfume, listening to her little giggle, or how she sings along to the songs on the radio- all of those things contribute to how I feel about her.

  Even her constant gum chewing. This woman chews so much gum, it’s fucking crazy.

  However, having her work with me is probably the smartest decision I have ever made. It’s the little moments when no one is watching, that makes me fall for her more each time. For instance, the woman can’t lie to save her life. Every time she tries, she’s constantly biting her lip. Straight up gnawing on it. Another thing, it’s so fucking hot when she’s concentrating on something really hard and she puckers her lips.

  Those delicious, plump lips that are as soft as pillows.

  My alarm is buzzing next to me and I continuously slap it to shut it up. It’s too damn early to wake up! I groan as I turn to look at my phone. Fuck! It’s nine and I haven’t even taken a shower or anything.

  Knowing that Britney is probably on her way here after dropping off Aiden, I roll off the couch and walk towards the little bathroom in the back of the shop. Sometimes I sleep in the shop when I don’t want to go home to an empty home. Living alone is one thing, but living alone while trying to not act on my feelings for Britney- is totally different.

  As much as I wanted to and as much as I probably could have done it, I could have fucked Brit last night. Why didn’t I? Because I’m a god damned pussy who doesn’t want her thinking of Mack Truck while I’m balls deep in her. Stretching her tight pussy to fit my dick. Getting her body ready for everything that I have to offer. Yeah, I want her to think of me and only me.

  After a quick shower, I spray on some cologne and walk towards the kitchenette to start a pot of coffee. The brute smelling coffee beans wakes me up enough to know that I need to get dressed.

  “Fuck me,” I murmur to myself as I catch the sight of Britney sliding out of her SUV in tighter than shit jeans and a shirt that’s going to make me lose my mind.

  Her luscious tits are straining the fabric of her shirt making my eyes immediately zone in on them. I want to fuck her tits so bad! Grab ahold of her big tits and thrust my dick through them.

  I pull on my dick at the thought of her under me and my dick pumping through her delicious tits has me hardening. Shit! I don’t have enough time to whack off.

  She has to know
how gorgeous she is. She just has to know. There’s no way she doesn’t know how beautiful she is to me. My dick twitches while I watch her walk across the street to the front door. Her hips move in this sexy figure eight that was designed to drive men crazy.

  “Hi, Flip!” She calls from the door.

  Quickly, I reach over and grab a shirt while stepping into a pair of jeans. Once I’m dressed, I walk out to the lobby to see her putting her stuff away. “We need to talk to the boss about how early this place opens…”

  She giggles and throws her hair back behind her shoulders. This simple act of a hair flip has me craving her even more. Her hair smells like vanilla but her body smells sweeter. Like a cupcake. Makes me want to eat her alive.

  “Hey, precious,” I say to her while walking over towards her.

  I still feel your wet pussy gripping my fingers like a vice.

  Every morning, I kiss her cheek and give her a compliment as to how pretty she is. “So, when are we going to get married?” I ask her half jokingly.

  “Flip,” she says and pushes on my shoulder playfully. “You don’t mean that!”

  I mean every word, sweetheart. Every damn word.

  I lean over to kiss her cheek but she’s moving her face towards me too quickly for me to stop from kissing her lips. The very second that our lips touched, I felt electricity zip through my veins. Her lips are perfectly rounded and soft at the same time. My hands grab her waist to pull her closer to me. She gasps loudly but comes over to me easily.

  Our bodies are pressed together so tightly that I can feel her nipples forming strong peeks under the material of her shirt and bra. My tongue traces the outlining of her lips while I continuously kiss her. She’s so fucking gorgeous.

  My fingers bite into the flesh of her waist. Britney’s chest is flushed against mine with her arms wrapped around my neck. My tongue seeks entrance into her mouth which she allows me to do. She tastes like cereal and coffee mixed in one.

  Damn, she tastes good!

  Unlike last night, I don’t have to share her with Mack Truck. I get to taste her lips, feel her body all by myself and she’s fucking hot. Her skin is so soft and smells like the unique scent of Britney.

  My dick hardens faster than I would have liked it to and now I’m pushing my dick over her mound seeking relief. She gasps while moving her mound against the bulge in my pants with enough force to have me about to burst in my pants like a fifteen year old guy.

  I grip her ass with my fingertips, pulling her into me more and kiss her harder. I can’t help but think about moving this to the back where my couch is. I bet she looks like a goddess all stretched out in front of me with her tits begging me for attention. My lips ache but not as much as my cock at this point.

  My tongue presses further into her mouth, causing her to light up in my arms. I’m loving how reactive she is to my touch. I thrust up just in case she doesn’t realize how hard I am.

  “Eh hum!”

  Surprised that someone interrupted our kiss, we break apart quickly and I’m instantly missing her. I growl at the intruder while my girl tries to jump out of my arms and I don’t let her. I don’t give a fuck about someone interrupting us, I give a fuck that she’s taking her body from me too soon.

  Trip, who is a prospect and one of my newest tattoo artists, is a young kid who obviously needs to learn when not to interrupt a make out session.

  “What can I do for you?” I ask as calmly as I could manage when all I wanted to do was strangle him. He knows how to do his job but he’s fucking with me.

  He smiles a toothy smile and throws a wink at Britney. “Just was wondering if you were going to start humping her in front of the windows,” he retorts.

  Britney’s eyes are widened and her lips are puffy from my kisses. I can sense that she’s embarrassed but I don’t get the time to tell her not to be. Who gives a fuck if someone catches us kissing?

  I wave off Trip. “Go set up for your appointments today.”

  The second the young guy leaves, Britney lets out a deep breath. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry!”

  I place my hands on her hips to bring her closer to me. I don’t want air to slip through us. If air does, she’s too far away. “What the fuck are you sorry for?” I ask her. There’s no way she could be regretting our kiss. No way at all.

  Hands down, the best kiss.

  She’s storming away from me before I can stop her. What sucks more than fucking anything is the fact that I don’t get a chance to talk to her for the rest of the day because all of my appointments start rushing in.

  Seated between the thighs of Michelle, a woman who loves ink but puts it in strange places, I hear the little giggle of Britney. Michelle’s a good customer but this isn’t the first time that I tattooed her in a weird place. One of the first ones was a star above her pussy.

  This chick ain’t shy about it either and will come in to get it touched up from time to time.

  “Your next appointment is here,” Britney informs me from behind. I can sense that she’s looking over my shoulder to see what I’m tattooing.

  Michelle giggles and winks at Brit like they are old friends. “How ya doin’, Brit?” She asks with her smoker’s tone of voice. Michelle’s not a bad looking woman. Probably mid-thirties but she overly tans and overly smokes.

  Not fuckin’ sexy.

  I’m in the process of tattooing a series of stars across her pussy mound to her inner thighs. This is the fourth star that I’ve laid and my back is starting to scream at me. “All right, thanks, precious. Let Mack Truck know I’ll be out there in about twenty.”

  The brothers love coming to the shop to get tattooed. Hell, many of them have taken it up as a hobby but don’t want to go legit. Mack Truck is one of them that loves to get inked but I think he comes here more to see Britney than anything else.

  With her kiss on my mind, I power through the rest of Michelle’s tattoo.

  One of the hardest things about brotherhood, is the fact that we get the same type of girls more often than not. However, Britney is different. She’s special and I want to be with her more than her just being a fly.

  MACK TRUCK

  Something about getting a new tattoo that turns my shitty ass day right around. Since Slice is busy playing daddy with Jen, I’ve picked up the slack at The Kitty. Those damn strippers complain way too fucking much and it’s about to piss me off.

  “Mack! Paradise stole my fucking lip gloss!” Gizelle says in front of me with her hip cocked out like she’s a boss or some shit.

  I roll my eyes and slip into my cut to get the fuck outta here. “I don’t give a fuck about your damn lip gloss,” I reply to her.

  “Where are you going?” Paradise asks me with a look of lust.

  It’s no secret that the strippers at the club are looking for a biker to be their boyfriends or some shit. Save them from the world they live in. I don’t know what the fuck they call it but it’s stupid and I’m not interested in being someone’s savior.

  But maybe her.

  “Look, ladies!” I call out to the strippers that are getting dressed and ready for their shifts to begin. “If it’s not yours, don’t fuckin’ touch it! You are grown fuckin’ women! Stop actin’ like you’re fifteen!”

  I don’t allow them to answer me because I’ve left the room.

  Man, I can’t wait for Slice to stop playing house and get his ass back here to take care of these crazy bitches. Apparently being a manager means I get to listen to them whine and complain about stupid shit happening in their lives.

  After a quick ride on my bike, I’m pulling into the drive for the tattoo parlor the club operates. This is Flip’s baby and it’s fucking amazing.

  Plus, Britney works here.

  Brit and I hooked up one time and I knew I had to get out of there as soon as we were done having sex. She kept looking at me like she wanted to become my ol’ lady and all of that shit. I care about her enough to not allow her in my world.

/>   It’s dark here.

  The issue? After last night, I can’t stop thinking about her even more than before. It’s fucking hard to stop thinking about someone that’s always there. She’s at the clubhouse, she’s at the tattoo shop. She’s literally everywhere I am.

  How am I supposed to keep pushing her away when the very thought of her has me harder than stone?

  Her redhaired head is bent over a book that she’s engrossed in not paying any attention to me. “Hey, gorgeous!” I call out to her.

  Brit jumps a little out of her seat and then glares at me. “We need to tie a bell around your neck so we can hear when you’re coming in!”

  I chuckle while walking over to her. She’s seated in the chair with her red hair all curly. So, yeah. She’s looking fucking gorgeous. “Whatcha readin’ now?”

  The chick loves to read romance books full of billionaires and cowboys but I wonder if she ever had a real man in her life. Britney’s always talking to Chantal and Jen about which book she’s reading now.

  Her lips turn up in a smile but she closes her book and then stands up. “A book. Are you ready for your appointment?” She asks me with a cold tone of voice.

  I hate this. I hate that she’s cold to me after I shut her down. I saved her from dealing with the darkness in my world that haunts me every day. I did her a favor.

  I smirk at her. “Yeah, gorgeous. Let the big man know that I’m here!”

  My eyes follow her ass while she walks away towards Flip’s cubicle. Man, I love watching her ass jiggle in those tight jeans that look painted on.

  “Hey, Mack Truck! What’s goin’ on?” Trip calls to me from his cubicle.

  I grin but don’t turn to look at him until I can’t see Brit’s ass anymore. “Just waiting for the big man to tattoo me. You know?”

  He chuckles. “What’s the deal with you and Britney anyways?”

  “Huh?” I tilt my head to look at him from the side. Is this prospect asking me questions about my love life?

  Trip rolls his eyes at me. “Well, it seems like you’re pretty hard up for the girl.”

  Knowing that I got to nip this in the ass before he starts thinking we are going to be best friends or some shit, I decide to throw him off. “You wanna talk about our periods, too? Maybe compare nail polishes and all of that shit? What the fuck, man?” I growl at him.