Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) (19 page)

An evil smile is spread across his face, bringing forth a chuckle from deep inside me. I hope like hell I’m never on Hack’s bad side. There’s no telling what kind of damage he could do to me. He’s a fucking evil genius.

“Now, onto the fucker that touched my woman. I checked in on him before we left the hospital. He’s still recuperating for the ass whipping Smoke gave him. I want to hold off, let him think he’s safe and give him time to make the first move. Then, we take his ass out.”

Addy

AFTER FINALLY
getting all the baby stuff put together, the prospects left. A few minutes later, Trix showed up with dinner for Alex and me. We talked while she ate, making plans for the future. Things may not have turned out the way we had planned, but we’re safe and together and that’s all that matters. That’s all we ever wanted anyways, to be away from our parents and the monster she was forced to marry.

With them being so close by, I’m worried they will come and try to take Cameron from us. Surprisingly, Alex isn’t. She told me to put my faith in Brew. She says he’ll protect us if we’ll let him, so there’s no reason to worry. She’s right, but I just can’t seem to shake the fear that something bad is going to happen.

“He’s a good man,” Alex says as she lays Cam in the bassinet. “I’m so glad the two of you found each other.”

Forcing a smile to my lips, I tell her something she probably already knows. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“No, you don’t think that. You know it,” she says as she changes into one of the nightgowns I bought her. “I bet you fell in love with him the day the two of you met.”

A giggle escapes my mouth as I think back to the day Brew and I met. No way would my sister be saying that if she knew about the kidnapping. She’s never gonna know, though. Even though it’s done and over with, she will still be furious if she finds out how mine and Brew’s relationship really started.

After giving her a quick hug, I say, “Talk to you in the morning.”

As I’m heading to the door, she says my name. “Love you, Addy. You’re the best sister a woman could ever have.”

“Love you too, Sis,” I say as I look over my shoulder. “But, you’re wrong. I should know, because I have the best sister in the world.”

With that, I walk out of her room and head toward mine. A shower is the only thing on my mind now. Showering with hospital soap and shampoo was almost like not even taking one, so getting clean is my first priority. After that, I’m climbing into bed and getting some sleep. That chair I slept in at the hospital led to two sleepless nights.

As I walk down the hallway, the sounds of the clubhouse reach my ears. The boys are partying, like always. It’s nice being here with the club again. Hopefully, I can fully enjoy it this time. Last time, that foreboding feeling of knowing I had to go back to Blake was always weighing me down. Now, there’s nothing keeping me from being completely free.

Grabbing one of Brew’s tees, I go into the bathroom and turn the water on so it can get warm. Within seconds, the bathroom is covered in steam. At the hospital, the best I could get was warm water. Hopefully, the water at our new house won’t be the same. Damn, it sounds weird to say ‘our house’. I think I’m still in shock that Brew wants me and him to move in together.

After quickly washing away the grime from the hospital, I dry off and put on Brew’s tee. Grabbing the hairbrush, I run it quickly through my hair then step out of the bathroom. My eyes are automatically drawn to Brew, lying on the bed. He’s still fully clothed, but the picture he makes, lying on the bed, is sexy as hell. What holds my eyes is the noticeable lump in his jeans.

“I figured you’d be asleep already,” Brew says as he uses his forearms to push up from the bed.

“I didn’t want to go to sleep alone,” I say, still standing in the doorway. “I know you’ll keep the nightmares away.”

He doesn’t move, just lays there looking at me. “Your nightmares are over, Red. The boys and I are paying your parents a visit tonight. They won’t be bothering you or Alex anymore.”

My heart skips a beat at his words. “You don’t know them like I do. You can’t just go storming into the house. You have to be careful.”

“I may not know them, but I know plenty of stupid fuckers like them. Money means everything to them, and they’re not gonna let anything come between them and their money, not even their children,” he says, then takes in a deep breath. “When they know their money is at risk, they’ll back off and stay away.”

I want to argue with him and tell him he’s wrong. I won’t, though, because he’s probably not. Instead, my eyes go back to his bulge. “You could’ve gotten in the shower with me, and we would’ve taken care of that problem.”

His hand goes straight to his crotch and cups his hard cock. “It’s all you, Little Red. I’m always hard when you’re around.”

Stepping away from the wall, I say, “I was in the bathroom. I wasn’t anywhere near you.”

Brew gets up off of the bed, walks over to me, and says, “You didn’t have to be. The thought of you naked and wet was enough to make me hard as a rock.”

Going to my toes, I place a kiss on his lips and whisper, “Well, I’m thinking we should do something about that.”

Instead of taking me up on my offer, he steps back and walks around me. “I’m gonna jump in the shower really quick myself, and then we can finally get some good sleep.”

He’s in the bathroom, with the door shut, before I can even blink. Something about the quickness of it rubs me wrong. It’s almost like he didn’t want me touching him. Suddenly, it all comes crushing down on me. Blake’s hands on my body, his finger and other things deep inside of me, and finally Brew seeing Blake on top of me. Fuck, he doesn’t want me anymore.

Without thinking about what I’m doing, I start shoving stuff back in bags, the same bags the prospects just unpacked. I have no idea where I’m going or what I’ll do when I get there. It doesn’t matter, though; I just have to get out of here right now. I’m heading toward the door when Brew steps out of the bathroom, still completely dressed.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he asks, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“I’m leaving,” I mumble, trying to juggle the bag so I can open the door. “You don’t want me anymore, so there’s no reason to stay.”

Before I can jerk it open, Brew is pulling the bags from my arms and tossing them across the room. “What the hell are you talking about, Red?”

“You couldn’t get away from me fast enough when I kissed you,” I shout, trying to push him away from me.

Brew lets out a growl and grabs me around the waist. He marches us toward the bed and tosses me on it. A second later, his hands are around my ankles as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He stands between my legs, pulling in deep breaths. When his eyes finally come to me, they are dark brown and full of anger.

“I didn’t want to scare you,” he growls, never breaking eye contact. “After Trina was raped, she freaked if anyone even got near her.”

My anger fades as shame fills me, shame for letting my mind jump to conclusions that my heart knew was wrong. “I’m sorry, Brew. My mind was playing tricks on me.”

“I always want you, fucking always.” He leans down, hovering just a few inches in front of my face. “Right then, I wanted nothing but to be buried deep in your body, and I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I wanted to give you time to get over what that fucker did to you.”

Reaching up, I cup his cheeks. “I was over it the minute you told me I was yours.”

His lips come down on mine, proving his need. “I’m so fucking worked up right now, I’m not sure I can make love to you.”

It takes a second for his words to make sense to me. When they do, a smile spreads across my lips. “Then fuck me instead.”

As quick as lightening, he is standing me up and flipping me on my stomach. “Can you handle filthy?”

Pushing up on my knees, I pull my shirt over my panty-covered ass. “From you, I can handle anything.”

I can hear him working his zipper and the sounds of him opening a condom. My eyes go to him, taking in the beauty that is my man. The sight of his cock draws a moan from deep within me. He’s long and thick, covered with bulging veins that I would love to run my tongue over.

Running my tongue over my lips, I say, “Come here.”

“Not this time, Red.” A smile spreads across his face as his hazel eyes shine a bright green.

Then, he jerks my panties to the side and sinks two fingers deep inside. His fingers slide in and out of me as his thumb teases my clit. His fingers hook, massaging me deep inside, drawing a moan from my lips. I feel myself building toward a quick release. Before I do, he pulls his fingers away and slaps my ass with enough force to make my entire body shake.

“That’s for not knowing how much I need you,” he says as he gives it another punishing slap. “Never fucking question how I feel about you again.”

His fingers are back inside me before I can move. He glides them in and out for a second before pulling them away again. Then, he moves back to my ass. Instead of spanking it again, he massages my flesh. Then, his fingers go to the spot that no man has ever known, not even Blake.

He plays for just a minute before he says, “This is gonna be hard and fast, Red.”

Grabbing onto my hips, he lines himself up with my pussy. Then, he fills me to the root in one nearly brutal stroke. The gasp that leaves my lips is a mixture of both pain and pleasure as my depths stretch to accommodate his large cock. My pussy convulses around him, proving that pleasure won out. He slams into me, again and again, not a trace of my gentle Brew in his movements. Pulling out to the very tip, he slides back inside me and lets out a strangled groan.

One hand leaves my hip to grab my hair, forcing my head back. “Never doubt how much I want you, Addy.”

“Never,” I mumble, as I meet each of his thrusts.

Brew works his hips faster, going to my depths with each downward stroke. At the same time, his thumb moves to strum my clit. My orgasm starts to build, growing larger and larger with each thrust. Finally, the dam breaks, and I toss my head back and shout, as my entire body shutters with pleasure. He slams into me one last time and finds his own release.

Coming down on the bed beside me, his cock is still buried in my depths. “You ever gonna doubt me again, Red?”

I pull in a much needed breath and reply, “Never.”

Brew

MAKING OUR
way up the stairs, I lead the boys to the third door on the right. I quietly turn the knob and silently walk toward the bed. As I stare down at the sleeping forms of Addy’s parents, I raise my fist into the air that it’s time to start.

A second later, Smoke turns on the light and shouts, “Let’s get this shit done.”

Of course, Addy’s mother is the first to wake. She scrambles up in the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked breasts. “What in the world are you doing here?”

“Fuck, brother,” Boz says, slapping me on the shoulder. “She may be a bitch, but if Addy holds up half as well as she has, you’re gonna be a happy man.”

Her entire body starts to vibrate with fear as she lays her hand on her husband and gives him a rough shake. “Wake up, Timothy.”

There was no reason for her to issue the order; the man is already wide awake with his eyes trained on me. “What do you want?”

A smile spreads across my face. “So, Mr. Sloan finally speaks?”

“Please, just tell us what you want and leave us alone,” he says, sitting up in the bed.

Looking at him, I can’t help but feel a little pity. He has the same broken look in his eyes that I see every time I look at his daughter. It’s as if the world, better yet, his woman has eaten him up and spit him out. Still, my hate trumps any pity I feel.

“We want to talk to you about some information your wife shared with Hoss,” Boz says, drawing Addy’s father’s attention.

The man’s eyes jerk to his wife, and he asks, “What have you done, Lydia?”

“What you wouldn’t do, Timothy,” she answers, saying his name as if it was a curse word. “Just like always, I had to do what was needed to protect our family.”

As if watching a dam break, he comes completely fucking unglued. He twists his body toward his wife, grabs her arm, and pulls her flush to his chest. Shaking her violently, his fingers cut into her arm with a viscous squeeze. The boys and I stand back and watch the man take back his balls, each of us with a smile on our face.

“I told you these men aren’t like the people you run roughshod over at the country club,” he says, punctuating each word with another squeeze. “I told you they would hurt us if you didn’t stop. But, you didn’t listen, because you never listen.”

“They won’t let me see my grandchild!” she screams, trying to pull out of his hold. “They won’t even allow me to see my own daughters.”

His face is nearly purple with rage as he shouts, “What do you expect? You forced one of our daughters to marry a monster, and you gave the other one to him on a silver platter.”

That’s my cue to step in. “You did the same thing. You betrayed both your girls, and you’re their father. It was your job to protect them.”

“You’re right,” he mumbles, letting his wife go and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “I sold my soul to the devil twenty-eight years ago. I’ve been falling deeper and deeper into the depths of hell ever since.”

With those words, he stands up and holds his arms to his side. “Go ahead and kill me. Put me out of my misery.”

Smoke lets out a low whistle before coming to stand at my side. “Your woman’s family is fucked up, brother,”

Before I can reply, Addy’s mother is jumping from the bed and grabbing her robe off the chair in the corner. As soon as she’s covered, she turns around and looks at us. “If you do not leave immediately, I will have you all arrested.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Hack says, as he walks into the room, carrying a laptop.

Just as we planned, he starts reading out their account numbers. “03225864865877, 05668758425483, 0879896253157.”

“What are you doing?” Addy’s mother asks, looking more perplexed than scared.