Sharing Britney

by Eden Rose

  “Well, Wayne, I’m gonna have to take you into the station to see if we can find your parents.”

  I immediately shake my head back and forth. “No!” I cry out while the panic begins to bubble inside me.

  “Kid, I can’t help you if you don’t give me any information about where you’re from or anything. We need to know where your parents are. I can’t help you if you are going to keep stuff from me. There could be important info about your sister.”

  I nod my head defeatedly. I know that he’s right but this doesn’t make it any easier on me. I’m worried that he’s going to find out that I ran away and take Kayla from me.

  “I, I… I don’t know.”

  He places his hand on my shoulder and I instantly wince like a little bitch. After living at home with my mom and her boy toy of the week, I learned a long time ago that comfort doesn’t come for free and there’s always a cost to it.

  *

  I’ve been staying at the police station for the past couple of days because I refused to give the officer any information about where I came from. The last thing that I wanted was for my mom to come down here and act like the perfect parent because we all knew that was a lie. She only cared about herself and I doubt she even reported us missing.

  And, no, that’s not me trying to get some sympathy. That’s the damn truth.

  I’ve been staying in the off-duty room that the officers sleep in if they have to do a turn around shift, or whatever that thing is called. For the first time in a long time, I was able to sleep the whole night and not have to worry about what would happen once I fell asleep.

  On the fourth day that I have been staying here, the officer started to get anxious. I could tell that he was thinking that I was just wasting his time. Maybe I was, but I wouldn’t admit that. He came to me in the woods, not the other way around.

  That officer is pacing in front of me for the fifth time in a row before he said something. “Are you in some type of trouble, Wayne? You need to tell me what the hell is going on so I can help you. That’s what I’m here for. To help.”

  Again, like all the other times before, I shake my head and stare out the window to the door.

  “Do you even have a sister?” He asks me angrily.

  The fact that he would doubt me kills me more than I cared to admit. “Of course!” I yell at him.

  “Then tell me where the fuck you come from so I can find her!” He yells back at me causing me to flinch.

  I’ve been yelled at before but never like that. He made me feel useless. Which is exactly what I am. “I’m Wayne Bradley and we come from Lincoln,” I finally admit.

  “The next town over?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you know of someone that would want to hurt Kayla? Someone that would want to see her hurting… Anyone at all.”

  I shake my head and stare at the ground. I know that I’m not being helpful but I’m getting too frustrated with the lack of results. Kayla’s been missing for a few days and no one knows where she is. No one will tell me anything.

  “Sergeant,” an officer calls through the door.

  The cop that has been hanging out with me spins on his heels to look at the younger cop. With all of these cops, you would think that I feel safe. I don’t. My parents are out there somewhere and they are bound to find out how badly I screwed up.

  “What?” He barks.

  The officer on the other side of the door, shifts his weight from one foot to the other while looking worried. “We found something in the woods.”

  I jump out of my bed that I’ve claimed as mine and I’m shoving my feet into my shoes before they could even confirm what I think is happening. Did they find Kayla?

  “Uh, should he come too?”

  The sergeant that has become my friend and enemy winces while looking at me. “The kid’s tough. He’ll do okay.”

  “No, I don’t think so. You need to come with me before you do something like that.”

  I don’t get to say another word as they are walking out of the locker room.

  For the next two hours, every possibility has become reality to me. I’ve gone through about sixteen different scenarios and not one of them end pleasant. What happens if someone hurt her? What happens if someone tried to kidnap her all because I couldn’t take care of her?

  The sergeant comes into the room with a look of grief and he looks as if he’s upset. I don’t know what’s going on but it’s making me nervous.

  “Did you find Kayla?” I whisper.

  He nods. “Yeah, we did. Uh, kid, we need to talk about your relationship with Kayla.”

  “What?” I jump off the top bunk and stand in front of the sergeant. Is he actually asking what I think he’s asking? I think so!

  “We, uh, we found her body and there’s some things that we need to talk to you about regarding what we found.”

  “Spit it out!” I yell, my anger rising. If they found Kayla, there must be something wrong with her because they aren’t telling me.

  “We found her body. Wayne, she’s been murdered.”

  BRITNEY

  I take my time in my bedroom as I set up Aidan to watch Cars for the thousandth time this year. I’m being serious. I can quote every fucking line in this movie and he still loves it!

  Fuck my life.

  After I’ve taken a shower, brushed my hair and brushed my teeth, I realize that I can’t procrastinate anymore and I have to face Flip. I have too many questions that need answered.

  I coo a little in my throat at the sight of him looking devastatingly handsome leaning against the wall to my kitchen with his phone in his hand. He looks up at and smiles that smile that makes my insides gooey.

  The man can do some serious shit to my body that makes me stupid.

  “Come here, precious,” he murmurs with that husky voice which makes my knees shake a little.

  I run over to him and climb up his body needing to soak in the safety and security that I get from him. He’s my rock and I need that right now more than anything else. I need to know that he’s not going to turn his back on me like Mack Truck. I need to know that he feels the same way about me as I do for him.

  I need to know everything.

  Carefully, I tuck my head into the crook of his neck and breathe in the unique smell of Flip. Shit, he can make a bad day one hundred percent better just by smelling like him. He’s delicious.

  He cups my ass in his hands and squeezes me closer to him. “It’s okay, baby. Nothing is going to happen to you or Aidan. I promise.”

  I nod my head. “I love you, Flip,” I murmur against his neck and string kisses up and down the column of his throat. His five o’clock shadow is sharp but it doesn’t deter me from kissing him.

  When my lips brush against his plush ones, I moan deep in the back of my throat. His lips are so addictive and I can’t help but rub myself against him.

  “I was so worried that you wouldn’t want me without him,” he admits against my lips.

  I shake my head. “No, I want you and just you.” I close the distance between our mouths and kiss him for all that I’m worth hoping that he will realize the truth. I need him to realize that he’s it for me. That I want him.

  His tongue dances with mine and he spins me around so my back is against the wall. Each thrust of Flip’s tongue has me moaning louder and louder without fear of anyone hearing me. I know that Aidan is engrossed with Cars and won’t come out of my room until it’s over with.

  I take my hands and pull up his shirt so I can feel his chest. His chest is so strong that it makes me love the man even more.

  “My name is Dylan Kingman,” he murmurs.

  I break our kiss and stare into his eyes that are shining bright. “Well, Dylan. I love you,” I confirm.

  He smirks. “I love you, too, Britney. Are we gonna be okay in here for a minute?”

  I knew what he was asking and I was more than ready for it. “We’ll have to be fast and quiet.”

  Flip la
ughs. “That’s funny, baby. Let’s take this to the couch.”

  He carries me over to the couch where he sits down and has me straddle his lap. I push my hand down his chest until I reach his jeans. Quickly, I unbuckle his jeans and then unzip him. I’m hurrying as fast as I can in order to get him into my body.

  “Make me forget,” I murmur.

  He pulls my little shorts to the side and I grab ahold of his hard dick. I squeeze the base of him before sliding him through my lips. The tip of his hard dick brushes against my clit making me cry out.

  “Shush, you have to be quiet, precious. Don’t make me gag you!”

  The idea of him gagging me has me rubbing myself against him like a whore. He’s so fucking hot!

  Without even giving it a second thought, I sink down around his dick. This is the first time that it has been just the two of us and I’m so fucking happy that it’s not awkward.

  I begin to ride him unashamedly. He’s so deep in my body that he’s puncturing my womb over and over again.

  “Shit, that’s it, baby. Fuck! Ride me,” he murmurs against my throat. His hands reach up to cup my tits through my tank top and he pulls my nipples. “Fucking ride me, precious.”

  Since he’s sprawled out on the couch with his knees spread, I lean back with my hands on his knees to control my movements. Each time I move up and down him, I make sure to squeeze my muscles around him tighter and tighter. He groans as I shuttle my body up and down his.

  “I love you,” I murmur because I can’t seem to keep those words from falling out of my mouth. I can’t help it but there’s something about saying them that makes me feel like we are complete. That we are meant to be together for some reason.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head as Flip rubs my clit through the small space the fabric of my shorts left open. “I’m going to come! Shit, I’m going to come,” I cry.

  Pleasure that I didn’t know that was building in my body collides through me. It’s a powerful orgasm that rips through my body and has me riding Flip harder than before. Just when my orgasm is finished cursing through my body, he pinches my clit.

  I come so hard that I can’t help but sag against him.

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmur to him.

  Sweat has lined my body and I don’t even care that I look like a pig right now.

  “Wait, you didn’t come,” I blurt out as I feel him getting thicker inside me.

  FLIP

  Silly woman thinks I don’t know that I haven’t come yet? Yeah, fucking right. I know for a fact that I haven’t blown my load in this sexy woman yet. I can’t wait to see her body swollen with my babies. I can’t wait to see her holding them and for us to do everything in this world together.

  I can’t wait to make her mine in every sense of the word. It’s not enough for me to be fucking her and to give her my brand, I need her tied to me in every single way possible.

  “Hold on a second, precious,” I rasp out while curling my toes in my boots. I use the friction from my socks to fuck up into her. Each thrust of my hips is another step closer to having her be mine.

  I feel my back tightening and my stomach muscles coiling from my appending orgasm. My balls constrict and then my eyes go black. Each burst of come that I give her, is another piece of me that’s attached to her.

  It’s fucking silly but I want her to be my ol’ lady and my wife. I want everything with her.

  “Marry me,” I state with my brain unfogging for the first time in a long time.

  She shakes out of her daze and rocks back on my dick. “You don’t mean that,” she replies. Her hair is a mess around her face but she’s still the most beautiful woman in the world. “You don’t have to say shit like that to me.”

  It’s my turn to shake my head. “You don’t tell me what I can say, precious. You’re mine. Everything about you is mine. I don’t give a fuck about anything from the past. In this moment, and from this moment on, you’re meant to be mine.”

  Brit rocks off my lap and I instantly miss the heat from her pussy. “Stop saying that!” She hisses while fixing her shorts.

  “Marry me.”

  She shakes her head again only making me pissed off. “No.”

  My mind whirls around itself and I’m trying to hold my shit together. “You’re meant to be mine, Britney. You and Aidan are meant to be mine. I love you,” I exclaim while tucking my dick away.

  Brit pushes her hair out of her face and looks at me with clear eyes. “Are you serious?”

  I stand up from the couch, dropping to my knee in front of her. I grab the back of her thighs to pull her closer to me. It’s not missed by me that her juicy pussy that’s filled with our desires is inches from my mouth. I try to not think about that.

  “I’m dead serious. I want you guys to move in with me. Brit, I love you and I love Aidan as if he were my own son.”

  I chance a look up at her and see that she’s got tears in her eyes. “I… uh, I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say yes, mom!”

  I chuckle and look at my wing man standing behind us with a big smile on his face. “Say yes, mommy. Flip is amazing. I want him to be my daddy.”

  The wind has been knocked out of my chest as he says that to me. I can’t believe this special kid wants me to be his dad. That he wants a fucked up biker to marry his mom.

  “You heard the kid, baby. Marry me. I love you so much and I want to be everything to you and Aidan. Marry me.”

  She drops to her knees and kisses me frantically. “Yes!”

  My heart flutters in my chest and I can’t help but yell out a happy: “Fuck!”

  “Flip has to put money in the swear jar!” Aidan shouts.

  I raise my eyebrows at Britney to ask her what the hell that means. She smiles. “Don’t worry, he accepts credit cards.”

  “Are you sure?” Brit asks me after breaking our kiss.

  I squeeze her hips and bring her closer to me. “There’s never been anything in this world that I have been more sure of.”

  That night, I held my woman close and we watched a movie together. The three of us sat on the couch, shared a big bowl of popcorn and watched a stupid movie about a mouse. I was paying more attention to Britney being my fiancé and how I was going to do everything in my power to make her happy.

  I just have to find a ring for her.

  *

  There is pounding on the door that woke me up from sleeping on the couch with Britney sprawled across my chest. I glance over to see that Aidan is still sound asleep with his blanket clutched to his chest.

  I push her off me gently and walk over to my cut to grab my gun. I’m holding it with it cocked when I walk to the door. After checking the peep hole, I see David standing on the other side of the door.

  I throw it open and have my gun aimed at his head. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand. Knowing that this man is trying to take Aidan away from us, I’m not going to trust this piece of shit this early in the morning.

  He smirks like he caught me doing something I shouldn’t be doing. “What are you doing sleeping over with my son? Are you trying to play daddy or something?”

  It’s my turn to smirk. “What are you doing?”

  “I came here to talk to you. Seems like we have some business to attend to,” he replies slyly.

  “What?” I ask him with my gun still aimed.

  He bears his teeth. “I don’t know how I feel about having a man here with my son with a gun.”

  “Well, you don’t really get to say shit about that. What do we need to talk about?”

  “Can you put the gun away?”

  I push the safety on the gun and then pocket it in the back of my jeans. I don’t move aside to let him in or anything. “What?”

  “I’m here to offer you a deal.”

  MACK TRUCK

  The ground shakes underneath me and I try to hold onto something. Blackness stabs at me making me dizzy and unfocused.

  My knees
give out and I’m falling to them before I can even stop myself. My body can’t hold me up anymore. I failed. After everything that I tried to do, I failed.

  “What?” I whisper. Even though I’m whispering, I’m anything but calm. There’s a war that’s brewing inside me that’s dying to come out.

  “We need to be able to call your parents. We found out where you’re from and gave them a call.”

  After everything that I have done, none of it was good enough. I should have stayed up that night and this wouldn’t have happened.

  Kayla can’t be dead. That’s not what is supposed to be happening. “You’re lying,” I spit and get off my knees. This must be one of those tricks that the cops do in order to get someone to confess about knowing something that they do or don’t know. “This is a test.”

  The sergeant shakes his head and steps back from me. “Wayne, I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I’m so sorry.”

  “You’re not sorry. If you were, you wouldn’t be in here lying to me about my sister!” I shout.

  “She’s dead, Wayne!” He yells at me.

  FLIP

  “Why the fuck would you think that I want to make a deal with you?” I growl. This isn’t going to be okay. This is going to be fucking bad.

  “Want to step out here so we can talk about it?”

  The man is slick, I will give him that but I don’t trust the mother fucker. “No.”

  “Are you aware of the investigation that we have launched against your club?”

  My eyebrows arch up and I’m trying to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. “What? I’m really not in the mood for some game you’re playing. I want to go back and sleep with my woman.”

  “Your woman? Are you fucking kidding me? You do realize that she’s the mother of my son?”

  “Yeah, I do. I do know that you’re Aidan’s father and you don’t need to act like I don’t know that. What the fuck are you talking about?”

  He smirks. “We have an investigation against the Lucifer’s Lair regarding a couple of murders. This is what I’m offering you. Your name is on several of the suspect list.”