Beta’d by HollettLA
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A Bastard’s Girl
“Are you sure it’s airtight?” Bella asks.
With suds all over, I get under the spray and scrub at my hair and face until all remnants of the bodywash are gone. Then I open my eyes and peer down at my thigh, where she’s Saran-Wrapped every inch close to my wound.
“It’s fine.” I smile down at her, finding her more beautiful than ever. Naked, wet, sleepy eyes, no makeup—just her in her morning glory. “Is it my turn to wash you now?” After all, she scrubbed me clean with teasing hands. The woman even went down on her knees, effectively bringing my cock to life, but she didn’t do anything about it.
“I guess…” Her grin is coy, and she toes my foot. “We probably shouldn’t be in here too long, though. My dad might wake up soon.”
I smirk and pour some of my bodywash into my palm. “Looks like I don’t give dick about it.” With my free hand, I slide open the glass door to the shower. “Mind taking that stool for me?”
I can’t very well get on my knees with my fucked-up thigh, so she’s gonna have to gain some height, and I brought in a wooden stool from our bedroom before.
Bella does as I asked, and she giggles and grabs onto my shoulders as she stands up on it.
“Well, this seems safe,” she jokes.
Angling the showerhead slightly away from her, I can gaze up at her without getting sprayed in the damn eye. Then I close the door again and get to washing.
Long, slow, slippery strokes. My hands glide over her perfect body, shaping themselves along her curves. My mouth follows as soon as the water has washed away the suds in that area, and I groan lustfully, nipping at the soft flesh over her hip.
At the same time, I massage her thighs and move inward. My thumbs draw circles and inch closer to her smooth pussy.
I tease her right the fuck back. I go for the Nivea bottle she usually uses to wash up; the shower lotion is oilier and smells amazing. And I use it to slick up her pussy and make her moan.
“I-I think I’m clean now,” she says breathily.
“No,” I murmur. I circle her clit and then slide two fingers farther down and push them inside. “You are so fucking dirty, little girl.”
She whimpers a curse and tightens her grip on my shoulders.
A sound of complaint escapes her when I move my hands up to massage her tits. I roll her tight nipples between my fingers and pinch them.
“I need you,” she gasps.
I squint at nothing, thinking. My thigh can’t handle pressure, and I can barely bend my knee. That leaves one position. It’ll still hurt, but I ain’t afraid of a little pain.
So I help her down from the stool and kick it aside. Then I order her to turn around. I stroke myself slowly but roughly, eye-fucking her flawless body.
“Hands on the wall.” I move closer, and just as I’m about to push my cock inside her where it belongs, there’s a firm knock on the door.
“People wanna use the goddamn shower!” It’s Cullen. “They’re all taken, so hurry the fuck up.”
He doesn’t know it’s us.
Without thinking, I move a hand over Bella’s mouth. My cock strains, and I ache to fuck the daylights out of her. And it’s what I intend to do. I sink into her with a low groan. Her body unclenches with a violent shudder. She tells me we shouldn’t.
“I don’t care,” I whisper in a gritty voice. “Now be a good girl and take my cock.”
“Don’t get cocky, Masen.” Her voice is muffled by my hand but threatening nonetheless, and it turns me on like nothing else. “Ask me nicely instead.”
“What’s there to ask?” I chuckle quietly, huskily. The entire bathroom is all but fogged up now, and I’m sure it won’t be long before the hot water runs out. “I’m already fucking you.”
I peer down between us, seeing my cock coming out glistening with her juices. I push back in again and bite down on my lip to stop from moaning.
“Which is your bad leg, again?” she asks, breathing heavily. And the second I’ve told her, she nods and stomps on my foot—on the good leg.
“Ouch!” I hiss. Fury and lust tear through me, and I spin her around, slam her up against the wall, and hitch a leg over my hip. One is enough, and the pain isn’t too horrible. Then I ram deep into her pussy and squeeze her jaw. “Do that again—I dare you.”
She cries out in pleasure. “Think—”
“Bella, that you?” Shit, Cullen’s back.
Bella’s eyes widen, but fuck me if they don’t fill with wicked sin. “I’m almost there, Daddy!”
“Oh my God, you filthy little…” I muffle my own groan by sucking on her neck. I fuck her harder, faster, and grit my teeth at the strain in my thigh.
“Think I’m scared, Edward?” she whispers. “Huh? You think I have any issues taking you down?”
I shake my head no, screwing her like the worst kind of addict.
Christ, I fucking love it when we fight for control.
Her fingers rake down my chest, her nails digging in. “You can’t stop, can you?” She kisses my neck, she scratches me, she slides her hands down to cup my ass, and Jesus fuck, her nails are beginning to hurt. “You have to fuck me.” I nod quickly, panting. Harder, faster. “You wanna see your come sliding down my legs? Dripping down my pussy?”
“Oh, fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut. My balls tighten, my mind swims, and my orgasm begins to build up. Knowing I won’t last much longer, I rub her clit in firm little circles as I continue to push in and out of her. “Please,” I rasp.
I don’t even know what I’m pleading for, but Bella seems to get it. Her touches grow rougher. Kisses come with bites, caresses come with scratches, and then she does it. She gives my cheek a smack, her palm staying there. We stare at each other. The echo of the smack fades, the sting slowly evaporates, but my climax surges forward faster than ever.
“You weird fuck. You liked that, didn’t you?”
I can only nod.
“Are you close?” she whimpers.
I nod again, and I can tell she’s close, too.
She kisses me fiercely and admits she loves it when I’m a weirdo. It makes me laugh through a groan, but all amusement stops as we chase our orgasms.
Bella comes first.
It’s nearly impossible to hold back, feeling her perfect pussy squeezing me so tightly. Soaking wet, addictive, and her sounds… Fuck. She trembles against me, then clings to me as she finishes. It’s about the same time I give up. I pull out and stroke my cock hard, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Keeping her leg hitched over my hip, she’s perfectly spread for me to come over her pussy. I grit out a fuck and the first rope of come hits her clit and slides down to her entrance. Pressing down at the base, I groan, the next stream landing on her leg. Her beautiful foot. Holy fuck, the water washes it away too fast.
It’s too much, and I slump against her as I jack myself off on her.
Fuck me twice, I’m done.
As if all sounds had disappeared before, they suddenly come rushing back. The spray of the shower, our labored breathing, distant voices from a ranch full of people.
“I’m guessing…” this is the worst timing in history to tell you I love you. I clear my throat, panting, glad I managed to keep that declaration inside for now. “I’m guessing we should get outta here before your pops knocks the door down.”
“Yeah,” she chuckles breathlessly. “I’ll go out first. If he’s there, I’ll distract him.”
I take my time getting dressed, standing in front of my closet as if I give a shit about which jeans and hoodie I’ll go with. Then, when I hear the shower running across the hall, I assume Cullen’s in there, deeming it’s safe for me to join the others downstairs.
I find Bella and Trey in the kitchen with a few of the wives, and I don’t like the image. She’s not like the other old ladies. I don’t want her stuck in the kitchen or only spreading her legs to carry children.
Bella belongs with me on my bike. Not as a part of the MC, fucking obviously, but as in, us being on the same level. We can cook together, make decisions together.
“Masen and Cullen.” I grab Trey and Bella by the backs of their necks, kiss their cheeks, and then lead them into the den and the only available couch. “You two sit your asses down.”
Then I get back to the kitchen and fill a tray of food, coffee, and juice before getting back to Trey and Bella.
“Make room so my ass can sit down, too.” I place the tray on the table and squeeze in between them. “That’s better.” The first sip of coffee makes the world a more beautiful place.
“You bossing us around, Dad?” Trey snickers and snatches up a pancake, which he always eats dry.
I hum, noticing Jake’s wife is staring at us. Or rather, at Bella. I swear, an MC can be like a fucking cesspool of gossip at times, and I’m guessing everyone’s curious about why I keep Bella so close.
‘Cause she’s fucking mine, you morons.
“Whose shift is it?” Riley wonders. “Outside, I mean.”
I honestly have no clue, but Pops does. He says Emmett and a few others are keeping watch until noon. Then others will take over.
Eventually, Cullen joins us, dressed, though a towel hangs around his shoulders. “Where’s the coffee?”
“In the kitchen would be a fair assumption,” Bella teases.
“Too early to be a brat, baby girl,” Cullen says around a yawn.
“Actually, Daddy, can we talk to you?” she asks.
“Before his coffee?” I ask incredulously.
Cullen narrows his eyes.
Jake’s old lady mutters something that sounds like “I knew it.”
“I will remember you fondly, Dad,” Trey says.
“What the fuck is going on?” Cullen shoots me a look of suspicion.
I groan and glance up at the ceiling. Help me.
There’s no help to be found. I guess we’re doing this pre-morning caffeine.
With a sigh, I wave a hand toward the patio and suggest we take this outside.
Pops and Trey are pretty fond of our flat screen, and if my records get ruined, I’ll shit a brick over Cullen’s head.
Bella follows me, and Trey tries, but we both give him a look that halts him. He’ll probably stick his face to the window instead.
“Whatever it is, I’m not likin’ it,” Cullen says.
I glance at Bella, and we exchange a “should you or should I” look. But then I figure it’s best I talk. I don’t want Cullen to take out any anger at her.
Bracing myself, I face my boss. “What we wanna tell you is that we’re together. Bella and I.”
The blinding smile she gives me makes up for what is about to come.
Cullen chuckles darkly. His eyes flash with pure rage. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not kidding,” I tell him. “I can’t stay away from her. I won’t.”
“Same goes for me,” Bella says. “I’m staying with Edward and Trey.”
Cullen gnashes his teeth together so hard it’s a miracle he doesn’t crush them. “Bella, go inside. Masen and I gotta talk man-to-man.”
Here we go.
“What—no!” Bella’s pissed in an instant. “No way. You’ll hurt him—”
“Damn fucking right, I will!” Cullen shouts. “Now go inside!”
“Fuck you!” Bella shouts back. Then she starts rambling about how he has no right to dictate her life, and while I agree, this is how fathers work.
So I usher her inside where Pops is ready, and I ignore her protests and struggles.
“I can take care of myself, little darlin’.” I cup her cheeks. “Trust. It’ll work out.”
“He’ll hit you,” she says angrily.
“And I’ll hit him back. Go in, baby. We’ll be there soon.”
Pops takes over, and then the patio doors are closed, leaving me alone with Cullen.
He cracks his knuckles. “How long has this been goin’ on?”
I shrug and come to a stand before him some six feet away. “How long have I been in Fallbrook?” That should clue him in. I never stayed away from Bella. I didn’t even try. She was too gorgeous, too witty, drew me in like nothing else. And now… Getting to know her—Christ, she amazes me with her brain, heart, and beauty.
“You motherfucker.” He smiles sinisterly. “I told you she was off-limits. She deserves better than ending up with one of us.”
That’s fucking rich coming from him. “Does that mean you’ll let Esme go? You wouldn’t want her to end up with one of us either, right?”
“Don’t get smart with me, boy,” he snarls furiously. “That’s completely different.”
“How?” I snap. “You goddamn hypocrite—” That’s all I get out before he flinches forward and punches me in the face.
Someone—Bella—bangs on the window.
I groan a curse, blinding pain radiating through my body. The son of a bitch is wearing his fucking affiliation rings too, meaning he’s basically wearing two sets of brass knuckles. I haven’t put mine on yet, and that pisses me off.
“You only get one for free,” I spit out along with some blood.
He comes at me again, but this time I’m ready. I hit the inside of his arm, effectively ruining his throw, and then connect my elbow with his chin.
“Fuck!” He screws his eyes shut and cups his jaw.
“I love her, you asshole,” I growl. “It’s not a goddamn fling. I love her.”
Instead of calming down at finding out I’m serious about Bella, he becomes absolutely livid. He charges at me again, and with the strain in my thigh, I can’t stay upright. I go down with a painful thump. My spine killing me, I do my best to dodge his blows, and when he pulls back to punch me again, I manage to roll to the side.
He curses, delivering his fist to the ground, and I can finally shove him away.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” I shout. Fury tears through me, and I can’t hold back. The second I have both feet on the ground, I act out of instinct and kick him in the chest, and it’s his turn to go down. “Are you blind, Cullen? We’re the same. We’re the fucking same. We’ve messed up with our kids in the past, but just like you want second chances from both Bella and Esme, I have the right to do better, too.”
He winces, sucking air into his lungs after my blow. He stays on the ground while I tower over him.
“You’ll hurt her,” he coughs out.
“Never intentionally.” I spit out more blood and wipe at my face where something warm is trickling down from my eyebrow. He must’a split it. “I’ll always do my best to keep her happy. I’m faithful, she and my boy are fucking everything to me, and I’m done screwing up my life. I’ve been proving that for the last seven years, and I’ll keep it up ’til the day I die.”
I shake my head. He can’t justify his way of thinking. When it comes to children, I allow hypocrisy to an extent because we’re not rational creatures when we wanna protect who we love most. But this? Fuck no. If he can go after Esme, he can’t hold this against me.
“I should’ve come to you sooner,” I admit, still ticked off. “Sneaking around was a shitty move on my part, but I ain’t apologizing for falling in love with her.”
Cullen doesn’t speak for a long time. Lying on the patio, he stares up at the sky while rubbing his jaw and nose and wherever I hit him.
“I don’t like it. She deserves better, Masen.”
“I agree.” I dig into my pockets and locate my smokes. “But unlike you, I won’t try to make decisions for her. She has a strong will, and only a fool would think he can sway her. I won’t pretend to know what’s best for her, either.” I light one up and take a calming drag. “It’s fucking insulting. Poor woman’s gotta deal with two parents already who seem to believe she can’t think for herself.”
He groans and flinches as he tries to sit up, and I extend my hand.
He eyes it, scowls, then curses and takes my hand. “Gimme’a fucking smoke.”
I offer him one.
It goes quiet again. He sparks up his smoke and take several drags, his brows pinched together in a frown he directs at the ground.
“If I’d been twenty years younger, you woulda been in the hospital now,” he mutters.
Probably. ‘Cause I wasn’t very strong when I was fifteen.
“Does Esme know?” he asks.
I nod with a dip of my chin. “She ain’t exactly thrilled.”
“I bet.” He scrubs a hand down his face and sighs heavily. “I’ll fucking kill you if you hurt Bella, Masen. She’s my one good thing.”
I know the meaning of that very well. Trey’s been my one good thing since the day he was born.
“God, I hate this.” He looks up at the sky, and fuck me if his eyes don’t glisten. “I wish she were still five years old. I wish for a do-over.”
It hits me that Cullen carries a shitload of guilt and remorse.
“I did too, before I met Bella,” I tell him quietly. “She’s a miracle.”
“No…” He smiles wistfully and shakes his head. “She’s just a really good person, and we don’t get a lot of those anymore.”
“I’m gonna need a while to get used to this.” He releases some smoke and stubs out the cigarette. “Maybe I’ll go take out my anger on the prospect.”
James. Yeah, it’d be nice to get him to talk.
Cullen gives my shoulder a squeeze, and then he heads inside.
It doesn’t take many seconds before Bella storms out and starts cursing her dad for getting violent, but I shush her and hug her to me.
“Cut him some slack, baby.” I kiss the top of her head and sway us slightly. “It’s not easy for him.”
She pouts up at me. “But your pretty face!”
“So that’s why you’re with me, huh?” I smirk and settle my hands on her hips. “My pretty looks.”
“Well, they’re the prettiest.” She grins, though it falters as she reaches up to brush a finger over my eyebrow. “You need a few pretty Band-Aids.”
Eh, story of my life. I always need stitchin’ up.