Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) (18 page)

It was four weeks before I couldn’t put Ryan
off
any more. She had stopped by my apartment every day, if not multiple times a day, since I moved out. There was going to be a party at the compound and she wanted me to come. It was the party they had moved when they’d gotten into the gun fight and lost a man. Since everyone had fully recovered, they were throwing one to celebrate
Hammer’s
life .

Since I was going to have to show up at the house, you bet I was going to dress as sexy as I could even with this huge belly. No matter how much I had tried, I just couldn’t get Wrench off my mind, I couldn’t. The man plagued my thoughts every waking minute. As grateful as I had been to avoid him when I moved out, I wished that I had taken the time and had the uncomfortable conversation. It might have settled some of the curiosity in my head about what Wrench was thinking.

Thankfully, I was now into my second trimester and the morning sickness was gone. Just in time, too. I had so many clients lined up from the last month of promoting my company. The only time I’d gotten him off my mind had been when I was with clients, so I booked photo shoots as much as I physically could.

Slipping on a lacy pair of boy-cut panties, I looked at myself in the mirror. There was no longer any doubt about my belly being a pregnant belly. Even with my breasts growing a full cup size, my belly stuck out farther than they did already. It made me nervous to think just how much bigger the babies were going to get, and therefore how much bigger my stomach would get. At my appointment earlier in the week, we’d found out that at our next appointment we would be able to find out what gender the babies were, which was exciting. It would also signify the halfway point of the pregnancy.

After blow-drying my hair, I spent time curling it and putting on make-up before slipping on a loose, flowing dress that fell past my knees, with an empire waist making my belly stand out. It had a boat neck that showed off some skin, while not showing too much. A pair of ballet flats finished off the outfit and I was out the door.

Pulling up to the drive, I tried to calm my racing heart. There were
so
many bikes parked and many of their owners walking around. Ryan said she would meet me at the door or to call her. At the time I hadn’t understood why I would need to call her, it’s not like I hadn’t been to the house before, but seeing all the men I finally got it. I parked on the street instead of trying to drive through the bikes lining either side of the drive. A quick text let Ryan know that I had arrived and was waiting for her to come get me.

I had gotten much more comfortable with the men that were around the house a lot, but many of the ones I saw didn’t look familiar. It didn’t take Ryan more than a few minutes to make her way out to me. She helped me out of the car with a hand. I was already starting to need help doing things — well, I appreciated help since it was getting harder every day with a hard round belly in my way.

“Welcome to the party. I hope you’re ready for all the craziness!” Ryan laughed, looping an arm through mine as we walked up the driveway. “It’s not too bad yet, but they’re just getting started.”

“Great,” I said dryly. I was happy to be back around the group of people that were so much fun while at the same time I was nervous about all the new ones. Some of them looked plain scary and I didn’t want to get anywhere near them.

Ryan laughed at me and my nerves, still tugging me along. Once we were inside, she led us to the game room. I’d never seen so many people in the house. The sound was a lot louder than normal, not to mention there were even some couples that very likely were up to things I wouldn’t normally consider okay to be doing in public. Trying to ignore them, I looked around for some familiar faces in the crowd.

I spotted Ellis sitting at a table near a pool table. He was deep in conversation with another man I’d never met before. Thankfully, Monk was sitting next to them, watching the pool game, cheering on his favorite player. I grabbed a chair next to him while Ryan went off to find me some water.

“Hey, little lady.” Monk turned in his chair to face me. “Glad you could make it tonight. Ryan said she had to threaten you until you finally agreed to come.”

“Nah, it wasn’t quite that bad.” I smiled. I’d gotten to know him fairly well when I’d stayed there. He was always the first to show up when I started cooking. Always ready to help me cook because he said that meant it would get to his mouth faster.

“Good, ‘cause you know my feelings were hurt that you didn’t want to come spend time with us. You know, we all miss our resident chef.” Monk winked at me, making me roll my eyes.

“I’m not a chef. I make cheap, easy and quick food. No-where near gourmet.” My chair squeaked as I turned to look around the room. Monk’s attention went back to the pool table. I felt like someone was watching me. Ryan said Wrench would be at the party, but that he normally stayed outside for the majority of them. She’d followed up by saying that I wouldn’t be allowed to go outside anyway since everyone was always smoking out there. I hadn’t told her that anything had happened between us, but that didn’t mean Wrench hadn’t. It seemed like she knew something, or she hinted at knowing something.

Monk ran his hand through his long blond hair. It was past his shoulders, barely. He’d started to grow out a beard as well. He was getting the rough and tough, dirty look some of the scarier men around the house had. He looked at me from the corner of his eye and the edge of his lips curled before he turned again to face me. “What are you looking at?”

“I was just thinking how much you look like a biker now.” I laughed when he gave me a surprised look.

“You mean I didn’t look like a biker with-out the facial hair? I wish someone would’ve told me this years ago.” He slapped my back as he barked out a laugh. “Girl, you are too cute.”

“I’m not cute. I’m sexy, thank you very much. I’m not a girl anymore. See this?” I pointed at my belly. “This is a good sign that it’s been a long time since I was a girl.”

“Honey, there are kids that have kids. Being pregnant doesn’t make you any more a woman than having long hair does. Just ‘cause it happens doesn’t mean shit.” Monk again ran a hand through his hair. “I would know.”

“Um, I think there’s a big difference there, but sure, if that’s how you want to think of it.” I didn’t know what to say to his off-the-wall logic.

“Well, see, my hair is long because I’m too lazy to get it cut, so it just happens. Just like kids that get knocked up. They’re too lazy to use protection most of the time, so a baby happens,” Monk tried to explain.

I smiled and shook my head at his ridiculousness. “The big difference though is that I said I’m a woman, not a girl,” I pointed out.

“A woman is just an older girl.” Monk shrugged and waved away my comment.

“Melia is not a girl. There’s no doubt that she’s all woman,” a gravelly voice said from behind me.

~Patrick~

When I saw Melia walk into the game room with Ryan, I made sure to stay as hidden as possible. It had been weeks since I’d last seen her and my eyes feasted on her at last. Her belly was pronounced and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she made her way through the crowd. They were talking as I pushed through people to get closer to her. As she spun in her chair to look around the room, I sat in a nearby chair so I’d be less noticeable.

I didn’t want to go to her, but I was simply drawn to her. I had to get closer, I had to touch her again. My body called out to hers. I hadn’t touched another woman since I’d been with her. My body recoiled at the thought of touching any of the whores. It wanted the soft, mewling cries Melia made when she was sitting on my cock.

Just as I stepped up behind Melia, I heard Monk saying she was a girl. The man obviously had his head up his ass. “Melia is not a girl. There’s no doubt that she’s all woman.”

Both their heads whipped around to look at me in surprise.

“Uh…” Monk cleared his throat as he looked from me to Melia and back. My eyes were all for her, though. Just her eyes meeting mine had my cock throbbing in my pants, begging for attention. Shit, I wanted to adjust it, but I didn’t want to let her know how easily she affected me.

“Monk, I would’ve thought you knew a woman when you saw one. Then again, it has been a while since I’ve seen you fuck one of the whores around here.” I flicked my eyes at him, telling him with my eyes it was time he got lost. Of course, he didn’t take the hint, but did change the subject. When Melia turned back around, facing the table, putting her back to me, I tried to tell myself to sit down in one of the other chairs. It wasn’t happening though.

“She says she can’t cook. I think she’s crazy,” Monk commented.

“You are a wonderful cook.” I leaned forward, bracing my arms on the table, caging her in as I spoke softly right next to her ear. “We’ve missed you since you moved out.”

“Oh, I’m sure your stomachs miss me, but that’s about it.” Melia turned her head, moving her ear away.

“Wrench, leave the poor woman alone,” Ryan spoke up from behind me, elbowing me hard in the side as she moved past me with a bottle of water in one hand and a cup filled with beer in the other. I glared at her as I stepped back from Melia.

“Thank you,” Melia mouthed to Ryan, but I caught it from where I was standing. The woman hadn’t enjoyed being close to me? I’d beg to differ, but I’d have to wait till I could prove otherwise. With everyone’s eyes on Ryan, I adjusted my hard cock before moving to the other side of the table to take a seat.

Scowling, I sat and listened to the three of them talk. I didn’t care what they were talking about. What I did care about was the looks that I saw Monk sending Melia’s way and the fact that Melia was welcoming them. It almost looked like they were flirting. Was she doing it to get to me? Well, little does she know I don’t get jealous and I don’t care if she wants to fuck around with Monk.

No one nailed me down or got under my skin. She wouldn’t do it either. Sure, I hadn’t been able to push her from my mind for weeks, but seeing her right in front of me flirting with another man quickly killed that shit. Standing up, I slapped a hand to the table, telling them I was going to get a beer before walking out of the room. I didn’t spare a glance back as I pushed my way through the crowd and out back. Filling up a cup with beer off the keg, I sat in one of the many chairs around the pool watching the whores running around in bikinis, laughing and being drunk.

I finished my whole beer and not one of them had flocked to me like they normally did. Must be an off night for me. I never had to work for a bitch. After refilling up my cup, I quickly drained it, then filled it up again. Once I was back in my chair near the pool, I caught the eye of a busty brunette and nodded at her. She slinked her way over to me, straddling my legs as she sat down with her ass rubbing against my cock that quickly perked up with the friction.

“Hey, baby. You looking for some company?” the brunette said, pulling her wet hair over one shoulder while looking at me over the other. She rotated her hips against my cock that was still partially hard from seeing Melia. “Mmm, yeah, I think you’re want to have some fun.”

“Whatever you’re up for,” I murmured. My head was still with the way Melia had so casually brushed me off.

“Let’s go inside and party, baby.” She rotated her hips against me again.

“No,” I growled. “Here, right here.”

I didn’t want to go inside where I could run into the woman who was seriously messing with my head and didn’t even know it.

“Sure, baby.” The brunette bit her bottom lip looking over her shoulder at me again. It looked sleazy on her, but fuck, when Melia had done it, it’d been sexy as hell. Grinding my teeth since I couldn’t force her from my head. I grabbed a hold of the brunette’s hips and pulled them roughly against me. She moaned and leaned her back against my chest. “I like it rough and I hear you do too.”

I ignored her and reached up to pull the strings to her top, releasing her large breasts. Pinching both of her nipples, she moaned and turned her head towards my neck. I pulled my head away, not wanting her to nuzzle me. I twisted her nipples until she yelled, making sure she got the point. Sitting up, she reached behind her to unzip my jeans. After a bit of maneuvering, she managed to get my cock out of my pants, her hand running up and down my shaft.

Arching my hips with her on them, I pulled a condom out of my pocket. Thankfully I’d shoved one there in the hopes that I’d be able to corner Melia at the party. Tearing open the package, I rolled the condom over my cock before pushing the brunette off. I spread my thighs farther apart so she could stand between them. A quick yank on the strings on each hip and she was completely nude.