Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) (9 page)

“I get it. I
really
do. I had an abusive father. It’s why I grew up with just my mother. She put up with the abuse from him until the first time he laid a hand on me. That was it, she left the next day. It was rough for a while, trying to survive on one income with a child who didn’t understand that Daddy wasn’t a good man and he was looking for us. Somehow, we both got through it, though. I think that’s why I’m not so friendly with men now. I’ve seen how truly evil they can be and how quickly they can turn on the ones they love.” I hadn’t ever told anyone about my father and what had really happened. I always said he left when I was young and was never heard from again, but I felt like Ryan could handle the truth.

“Then you sort of know what I’m talking about,” Ryan said quietly. “It’s kinda nice to have someone understand it’s not so black and white.”

~Patrick~

Returning from yet another meeting with a potential client that had gone sour, I slammed my office door and yanked off my tie. To say I was frustrated was an understatement. I knew what was causing the clients to change their minds. It was Scrapes. He was scaring off my business contacts. Why? Because he liked to do any and everything he could to make my life hell. It was only a matter of time before it was going to come down to blows between us; I was just trying to put it off. I didn’t want a full-out war between our gangs on my hands. That wasn’t the way I was living my life anymore. I had more important things to take care of than a piece of shit who had nothing better to do with his time but find ways to harass me.

I had a feeling when we finally went head to head there would be cops, arrests and a lot of blood being exchanged. None of that really bothered me as I’d dealt with cops more times than I could count, been arrested quite a few times and heaven knows how much blood I lost from fights. My issue was my motherfucking sister; again she was at the center of my life and my reason for doing things. The biggest priority in my life was making sure that she would be taken care of no matter what happened to me. Once Dirty finally got around to proposing and those babes were born, I could finally step back from her life. Hopefully. My natural tendencies made me want to control everything around me. With a man to take care of her and babies for her to care for, I wouldn’t be needed in her life as much. I could go back to thinking about my own life. I hadn’t thought solely about myself since I had taken over her custody years ago.

I doubted much would change even when I didn’t have to constantly worry about my little sister getting into trouble. She was integrated into my lifestyle enough that I didn’t think she’d be going far.

Sighing, I threw my suit jacket across the room before planting my ass in the desk chair. My hands sank into my hair as I rested my elbows on my desk. Nothing like wasting hours trying to get a new contract only to have it snatched right out of your fingers. I would get back at him for this. I was getting to old for this childish shit. Letting my mind think through the various ways I could get to Scrapes, I turned in my chair to look over the backyard. To my surprise, Ryan and Melia were lying in chairs in tiny bikinis beside the pool. That was another fucking headache I didn’t want to deal with. The pregnant bitch with an attitude worse than Ryan’s.

Since the glass was one way, they couldn’t see into my office, which was good. My eyes slid over Melia’s barely-covered breasts and hips as she talked with Ryan. She was actually quite beautiful — that is, until she opened her mouth. I couldn’t hear what was being said outside so thankfully I didn’t have to listen to her voice. Leaning back in my chair, I watched as both women finally grew quiet. Each sat back in their chairs, sunglasses covering their eyes. Surprisingly, I felt my cock getting excited as Melia tried to discreetly adjust the triangles covering her breasts.

What the fuck?
I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on watching Melia. She was the last person I should be turned on from. Shit, she wasn’t even naked.

Her fingers slid along the outer edge of each triangle. Even from where I was, I saw the pale pink of her nipple briefly as she adjusted the side closest to me. That had my cock fully erect, throbbing for some attention.

When her hands dropped to the swell of her stomach and below to slip a finger in the little straps that held the bottoms to her rounded hips, I couldn’t stop myself from releasing my dick from my pants. Palming the engorged flesh, I watched as she turned sideways in her chair, towards me, so she could put on sunscreen. A quick reach back had a small bottle of lube in my hand. Just a few drops had my cock slippery and ready for action. Her tiny hand smoothed the white sunscreen over each calf, slowly making sure she didn’t miss a spot. Pushing her legs apart a bit farther, she gave me the perfect view of her bikini-covered pussy as she made sure to protect all the flesh covering her thighs. I moved my palm roughly over my cock, my eyes focused on her hands sliding all over her body.

She had finished with her shapely legs and moved up to her stomach while I bit down on my bottom lip. My eyes followed as she filled her palm with more sunscreen before dragging the thick liquid between her breasts, massaging it into her skin. Using both my hands, I twisted my hands in different directions as they shuttled up and down my cock. Melia spread some of the cream to the outsides of her breasts. As she rubbed it in, her breasts were shoved together; they jiggled and bounced as she released them. Making sure she got every exposed inch of skin, her fingers dipped beneath the triangles again.

Envisioning myself doing just that to her had my balls drawing up tight. My cock wanted to be between her breasts instead of my hands. Her hands moved back to the center of her chest to finish rubbing in the sunscreen there, moving up to her neck. Seeing her head thrown back as her hands closed around it, smoothing the last of the sunscreen in, made me groan as come shot out of my cock. Continuing to rub out the last of my orgasm, I watched as she finished applying sunscreen to her face and arms before attempting to clean up.

I’d come harder from watching her touch herself than I’d come in months of whores giving me their best and falling short of what I desired. Even though I couldn’t stand her and her sassy mouth, she made my cock hard. There was just something about her and the challenge she presented. I wanted to see her sassy, snotty mouth wrapped around my cock while her pussy was dripping wet, just begging me to fill it.

No woman had ever refused me. I would get her to give in, even if it was just for one good fucking. I wanted nothing to do with a pregnant woman. Lord knows how much being pregnant screwed up a woman’s body. I’d have to get to her soon, before she got all huge, because I doubt I could even get hard for her then.

Running up to my room, I changed into a pair of swim trunks that I hadn’t had a chance to use since the pool had been put in. Work kept me too busy to relax. Ryan was supposed to be helping out, but she was still recovering. I didn’t want to ask her to take on more than she was ready for. Grabbing a towel, I headed down to the pool.

“Hey ladies.” I smiled at Ryan then winked at Melia. Her forehead wrinkled as she pulled her eyebrows together in confusion. Smirking, I dropped my towel on an empty chair and stretched my arms over my head.

“Wrench? I figured you’d be working.” Ryan wasn’t happy that I had joined them. She’d have to get over it because I didn’t give a fuck. I let her rule enough, it was time I did what I wanted.

“Well, I saw you through my office window. It looked like a good time so I changed into my suit. Why? Am I not welcome in my own backyard?” Putting my hands on my hips, I lifted an eyebrow at her and dared her to tell me no. She sighed loudly and shook her head before laying back on her chair. Melia, however, was still watching me from behind her shades. I could feel her eyes on me, almost as if her hands were running over my exposed skin. I didn’t think she’d seen me without a shirt on before. After giving her a moment to drool, I turned to stretch again so she could admire my back.

I had tats that covered both my arms, across my chest and across the top of my back. My favorite one was the one I’d gotten for the first bitch that got me to fall in love with her. It’d been her favorite flower. After she broke my heart, I had it turned into a dead flower because that bitch was dead to me after the pain she caused me. Plus it was a good reminder why I never wanted a serious relationship again. She had been a rich brat who had had everything handed to her. Told me she wasn’t like that, money wasn’t everything to her. I even believed her for a couple years, until one day I found her fucking her father’s business partner. She even had the balls to tell me that he had proposed to her and they were going to get married so he could take care of her. I still wondered how long she would’ve dragged me along, draining every penny I made along the way.

Joke was on her though. He’d ended up being married already and wasn’t willing to leave his wife for her. Too bad she hadn’t found out until after she’d already had a kid with him. It was a blessing, really. She got fat and hadn’t aged well at all. It’d been years since I had seen her, but the one time had been enough. Seeing her with a kid on her hip,with saggy tits and an extra twenty pounds on her thighs had been enough to show me that I’d missed that train wreck just in time.

Was I being a dick thinking that way? Sure. Did I care? Not at all. The woman had torn my heart out and broke it into so many pieces it’d never be the same. She was the only woman I had truly loved and look at how that had ended. No matter, I didn’t care about her or our past anymore.

I didn’t need to spend a second more on that whore. I think Melia was more afraid of me than turned on by me, but that could easily change. I’d just have to act like a soft pussy, like Dirty had become with Ryan. Women ate that shit up.

Turning towards Melia, I let my eyes drag over her sexy little body lounging on the chair. My tongue dragged over my bottom lip as I finally met her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “You want to go swimming?”

“No, I’m okay right here.” Melia scrunched her eyebrows together as she looked at me.

“Well, I guess that leaves the whole pool for me.” I shrugged before running and doing a cannon ball into the pool, splashing as much water as I could.

“Asshole!” Ryan yelled at me when I broke the surface of the water. I smiled broadly at her.

“What?”

“You got us all wet!” Ryan was wiping down her legs with a towel, glaring at me.

“I tend to do that to women.” I winked at Melia, who completely ignored me as she dried off too..

“You’re a pig.” Ryan picked up her belongings, saying something quietly to Melia before casting me another dirty look. “We are going inside now. Thanks for ruining our relaxation time.”

“Anytime, little sis.”

As I watched them return to the house, I frowned. Melia hadn’t looked at me at all except for when I’d first walked out and had been standing right in front of her. I would make her want me. If I had to follow her around all day, I would accomplish it. At least this time she hadn’t made any smart-ass remarks, but Ryan was there to say them for her. From my sister, it was one thing; from some woman I didn’t know, completely unacceptable. I
would
break that habit of hers.

~Melia~

Ryan and I made our way back into the house after Wrench had splashed us. She was obviously upset with him. I was more confused than anything. The cool water had felt nice against my hot skin, but I was ready to go inside too so I followed her. Plus, I didn’t want to be left out there alone with him.

Normally he avoided me and the fact that he had come out and joined us made me curious. He had to be up to something. It just was so out of character for him.