A Bastard’s Girl – chapter 24

ABG-bannerFanfic by CaraNo.

Beta’d by HollettLA

Full story can be found HERE.

Posting on WordPress today because of the rating.

A Bastard’s Girl
Chapter 24


“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.

Bella stiffens.

“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.”

“All right.”


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.

A Bastard’s Girl – chapter 16


Fanfic by CaraNo.

Beta’d by HollettLA

Full story can be found HERE.

Posting on WordPress today because of the rating.

A Bastard’s Girl
Chapter 16

I wake up the next morning to the sound of my phone. Or rather, my brother’s ringtone.

Good news travel fast, eh?

Barely even opening my eyes, I reach for my phone on the nightstand and answer the call as I draw the covers up higher. The Masens blast their A/C like it’s nobody’s business.

“What time is it?” I mumble sleepily.

“Noon, and I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about everything that’s been going on, Bella!” My brother’s furious. “Mom’s pissed, Rachel’s bitching about not finding a goddamn school in LA, and your father’s ordered one of his goons to stay outside Maria’s diner.”

I blink blearily and lift my head from the perfect, perfect pillow to check the alarm clock. “Noon? Damn, I slept for an eternity.”

“Bella!” Jasper growls.

“Jesus Christ, calm down,” I groan. “I’ll explain—just…fuck. You woke me up.” I yawn and sit up, wondering why I’m so tired. I didn’t go to bed very late. “All right, so here’s the thing…”


After explaining everything to Jasper, he’s angrier than a woman on the rag without chocolate, but there’s little I can do about it. He’s just gonna have to follow Dad’s lead on this.

Pulling on a pair of boxers and a tank top, I push back my hair into a ponytail and make my way downstairs. Given the time, I don’t except anyone to be here—other than the two bikers outside—so I’m a little surprised to see Edward sprawled out on the couch in the den.

There’s some TV movie running in the background, but his eyes are closed. How convenient. It means I can eye-fuck in peace. He’s only wearing a pair of sweats, and his hair is all rumpled from sleep. One hand under his head, the other resting on his abs. Sigh. But I gotta get breakfast first.

In the kitchen, I fill a bowl with milk and cereal, and then I get back to the den.

“Sleeping Biker Beauty?” I peer down at his sleeping form and stick the spoon into my mouth. The taste of ice-cold milk and Froot Loops makes me hum ’cause it’s delicious.

“Why’re you wakin’ me up?” Edward throws an inked arm over his face.

“Why are you not at work?” I ask.

“I called in sick. My boss was okay with it.”

Funny. Must be nice to be his own boss. “What’s wrong?” I sit down on the edge of the couch, not given much space because his big-ass frame takes up most of it. “Do you have a fever?” I lean over him and nudge away his arm to feel his forehead. “You’re not warm.”

“Headache,” he grunts, turning onto his side—facing away from me, “Lemme sleep, darlin’.”

I frown. “Now you’re worrying me. Is there anything I can do? Where’s Trey?”

“Nothing to worry about.” He yawns. “Trey’s in school.”

But… “Is that safe?” I set down the bowl on the table and chew on my lip. I admit, I didn’t take the notes seriously at first, but then I got spooked by the second one. And once I started fearing for my own safety, I began fearing for Trey’s, too.

“They’re after you, Bella,” he mutters sleepily. “Not him.”

We can’t know that. “If they’re looking to harm me, they can do that by harming those I love,” I argue. “Why do you think I asked Dad to make sure my family’s safe? And you even said the MC could be a target. That means they could try get to you through Trey, too.”

Edward doesn’t reply right away. Then after a moment, he turns in my direction and yanks me down to lie beside him. I yelp in surprise while he buries his nose in my hair.

“Bella, I’m so fucking tired, but it’s difficult to be grumpy with you when you say you love my son.”

“Oh,” is my clever response. “Well, I can’t help you with that. It took me like two minutes to get hooked on that kid.” I tilt my head up and touch his cheek, feeling the soft rasp of his beard. “I’ll let you sleep, though.”

When I try to push myself up, he only holds me tighter.

“Cuddle with me,” he mumbles, his eyes remaining closed. “You can’t expect me to let you go when you say things like that.”

I smile a little and gently scratch his scalp, testing the waters. If he’s got a headache, maybe it’ll help.

“Don’t ever stop,” he sighs.

“Understood,” I chuckle quietly. “I should let out Killer and Romeo soon.”

“I already did that,” he says then yawns again. “You didn’t come down this morning, so I figured I’d do it.”

“Thank you.” I kiss his chin. “I slept like a baby.”

He grunts. “Wish I could say the same. I didn’t fall asleep until after five.”

My forehead creases in concern. “Because of your argument with Trey?”

He doesn’t answer verbally, but he nods minutely.

I’m more determined than ever to help in any way I can, ’cause it’s painful to watch them fight and be all awkward around each other.

“It’ll work out,” I murmur.

His brow furrows slightly, but other than that, there’s no response. And I hate seeing him down because of this. Regardless of how little time has passed, I’ve grown so damn attached, and if something’s wrong, I want to fix it for them.

With that realization, I get that it’s already gone too far for me to be cautious. I can play it safe outwardly, though in my head I’m fucking gone.

I…I want him too much.

I still don’t know how everything’s gonna work, but that doesn’t stop me from leaning in and pressing my lips softly to his.

That sure makes his eyes flash open.

I close mine and smile, applying pressure to the kiss.

“Kiss me back, my bastard,” I whisper.

Edward releases a breath and relaxes completely, and I hadn’t even noticed he’d been tense. Returning the kiss with slow, sensual movements, he slides a hand up my back and doesn’t stop until he’s cupping the back of my neck.

I melt into him.

It doesn’t take long before I feel him hard against my hip, but he seems adamant about the pace. He kisses me deeply but slowly, almost lazily, and he makes no move to take it further.

I shiver as he teases my tongue with the tip of his. He tastes like coffee and sleep, and faintly of smoke and mint. He’s insanely addictive.

“God, Bella…” He swallows and dips down to kiss my neck. “So perfect.”

My breathing stutters as he drops a openmouthed kiss along my throat, and then he rolls us over so I’m on top of him. I giggle breathlessly and kiss his sexy grin.

He hums, settling his hands on my hips. “What’re you…” He pecks my lips once before peering down our sides. “Are you wearin’ boxers?” He raises a brow. “Yesterday you wore a fuckin’ men’s shirt. Do I have competition, baby?”

I chuckle and roll my eyes. “They were Peter’s.” And silly me for thinking that answer’s enough. Edward stiffens, and I smack a kiss to his mouth. “Rachel and Jasper’s dad? Rach and I borrow each other’s clothes all the time, and I found them in her closet at Mom’s. Chill.”

“Oh.” He relaxes and kisses me back deeply. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in my clothes instead.”

I grin salaciously and bite his bottom lip. “And what about shoes? Do you have plans for that, too?”

“Maybe—if you’ll let me.” He shudders and then groans when I accidently squirm and swivel my hips over his cock. The impact nearly makes me lose my breath. Fuck, he feels good against me. “Damn, just fantasizing about it…” He grips my hips tighter and thrusts into me, and I curse the clothes we’re wearing. “Would you let me, though? If I see anything I like, can I buy—”

“Edward.” I cut him off with a kiss, and I think there are angels singing. “I’m a six. Go nuts.”

“Jesus,” he breathes out. He cradles my face, his eyes wild with lust, and kisses me softly.

It’s amazing and all, but I kinda need to get laid now. “Not to be crass or anything, but are you gonna fuck me today or—”

“Sweet mother of relief.” He flips us over so fast I barely notice it until my back hits the couch and butterflies invade my stomach. “I didn’t wanna be presumptuous, and you said it was a lot to deal with. Is this really happening?”

I nod, giddy and kinda falling, falling, falling.

He pushes down his sweats and gives his cock a firm stroke, the head slipping through my arousal. Ungh. Mouthwatering.

“Do I need protection, darlin’?”

“I don’t know, do you?” I squirm out of my shorts and yank the top over my head. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

His way of answering is to push his cock deep inside me. “Hhhhholy…”

I suck in a breath, my eyes closing as the pleasure of him stretching me washes over me. My skin prickles, my heart drums faster.

“I’d tell you,” he grunts, “just how clean I am, but I have a reputation to uphold.”

Now he wants to make jokes?

“Shut up,” I laugh breathlessly. “Or maybe I should gag you with my foot.”

I should’ve known better than to think that would be a threat.

“Promise?” He gives me a sinful smirk and kisses my nose. “Did’ju know you have the cutest fuckin’ nose?”

I grin and slide my hands up his muscular, tatted arms. “I can deal with a foot fetish, but leave my nose alone.”

He merely chuckles and withdraws his cock, only to push in again and set a delicious pace where he fucks me into the couch with long strokes. Combined with his rough hands and addictive mouth, he brings out my inner animal.

I meet his thrusts. I kiss and bite. I rake my fingernails down his chest, making him curse and moan. I clench down on him.

“Fuck,” he pants, hooking one of my legs under his arm. He drives in deep and grinds his pelvis against my clit. “Give me a taste. Use—use two f-fingers—ugh.” He spits out a curse, and I slip a hand between us to swirl two fingers around my clit. “It’s like I lose my ability to speak around you.”

Wanting to tease him, I brush my wet fingers across his bottom lip before I stick them into my own mouth.

His eyes darken, and he breathes through clenched teeth. “Don’t be mean.” He licks his bottom lip and closes his eyes, his cock causing wet sounds every time he pushes in. “Give me more.”

I grab his jaw, feeling possessive and in charge. I love it almost as much as I love how forceful he is with me. With a firm push, I make him sit back on his heels, his cock sliding out of me. But perhaps he sees the hunger in my eyes because he doesn’t utter a word of complaint.

“Jesus fuck,” he exhales. He shifts so he sits down in the middle of the couch, and he welcomes me onto his lap, moaning when I take him inside again.

“Ask nicely,” I say, rolling my hips to take him deeper. “In fact, beg me. If you wanna taste me, beg me.”

He curses and slides his hands up my front to push my breasts together. “All right…fuck. Please. Please give me a taste.”

I smile and bite my lip, feeling my skin flush.

“Call me a good boy and I’ll split you in half with my dick,” he warns.

“Excuse me?” I stop moving and try to catch my breath. I wanna see how far I can take this.

“What the fuck—don’t stop,” he groans. He’s a big guy, and he moves me easily on top of him, but that’s not enough. He wants me to be into it, too. “Please, darlin’. Okay? Fucking please. Fuck me.”

“You need to work on your manners, baby,” I taunt. I grab his jaw again and hold it in a firm grip, and the obvious desire and desperation in his eyes don’t go without my notice. “You’re not the only one who can be badass.”

“Oh, I already knew that,” he huffs, outta breath. “Why do you think I want you so much? Huh? Why do you think I want you to be all mine?”

I grin and lean in to bite his earlobe. “That makes you mine, too. This cock is mine now.” I bring him in deep and moan softly in his ear. “I can use you whenever I want, right?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Holy shit, you drive me crazy, little girl.”

“This little girl is now your boss,” I laugh.

“You have about two minutes before I’ll take back the control,” he says darkly, huskily, as he reaches down to circle my clit. “Hit me with your worst. Make me beg, turn me into your bitch—I don’t care. I’ll just give you the same treatment later.”

I shiver, his words making me wetter and wetter. God, I can’t get enough of him, and I never thought sex could be this fun and fulfilling.

“Hmmm, another time,” I decide, fucking him slowly. “I wanna plan something good. Something that’ll make you get on your knees for me and beg.”

Edward shudders, and the look he gives me tells me he’s definitely on board.

“Would you like that, baby?” I kiss his neck, tasting the salt of fresh perspiration mixed with the scent of his bodywash. “Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed. Maybe I’ll put on a pair of sexy heels and let you come on my feet—”

“That’s it,” he grunts, and then I’m airborne. He throws me down on the couch once more and shoves his cock so deep inside my pussy it hurts. “You do that, Bella, and you can expect a proposal.”

I whimper in pain, pleasure, amusement, need. And as heady and incredible as it was to own his ass for a beat, this is what I love the most. When he fucks me like he’ll die if he doesn’t. When he kisses me like I’m more important than air.

Our bodies slide together perfectly.

He hisses and fucks me harder when I scratch him deep enough to leave marks.

His eyes are hooded and crazed, never leaving mine.

“I never knew anyone like you existed.” He kisses me, then dips down to whisper in my ear. “Now…give me a fucking taste of that sweet pussy.”

I die.

I rub my clit and bring myself closer to orgasm before I obey him and give him two wet fingers.

He hums and sucks them into his mouth. In the meantime, I bring my free hand to my pussy, and I touch myself as fast as he takes me.

“That’s a good princess,” he rumbles. “Daddy should be proud.”

“Oh my God, you sick freak,” I moan, but maybe I’m just as sick. ‘Cause his words set me on fire, and I become his little whore while I chase my orgasm. “So close,” I whimper. “Please get me there, Edward.”

“For you? Anything.”

He sets us both off mere seconds later, and I come with a cry as Edward stiffens on top of me.

Best. Sex. Ever.

A Bastard’s Girl – Chapter 6

ABG-bannerAuthor note: First of all, thank you all so much for following the story, no matter where it’s posted. :)

The entire story–not counting lemons and the word Bastard–can be read on my FFN like last time, only under a new title. Only the chapters with lemons get posted here on my WordPress. Click here to read the rest on FFN.

The next chapter doesn’t have a lemon, so it’ll be posted on FFN.

Beta’d by HollettLA.

Chapter 6

Edward doesn’t let me recover once I’ve come. After rolling a condom down his cock, he hitches my legs around his hips and slams forward.

He swallows my scream in an aggressive kiss as both pleasure and pain explode behind my eyelids.

At first I’m sorta just along for the ride. He fucks me stupid and renders me speechless, but once I finally come down from the high and the moment of shock, he makes me so fucking needy. And greedy.

With my feet locked around him, I meet every push and anchor myself to him to get closer and get more, harder, and faster.

“Fuck,” he says forcefully and grabs my jaw. “Magic fuckin’ body, darlin’.” He kisses me again, his tongue working mine so good it leaves me dizzy. “Don’t think I won’t be comin’ back for more.”

I laugh, completely outta breath, and reach between us to pinch his nipples. But rather than chuckling or cringing, he hisses and takes my mouth once more.

“Mmm,” he rumbles a growl, “how did you know I like it rough?”

Obviously I didn’t, but the idea of going nuts on him turns me on like nothing else. “You like a little a pain, baby?” I nip at his scruffy jaw.

“Fuck yes.” He thrusts deep inside me, pulls out, then rams in again. “Feel free to take out all your frustrations on me.”

Hot damn. Good to know. Right now, I can’t say I’m frustrated, but I’d be happy to experiment.

Raking my fingernails along his defined torso, I apply more and more pressure until he’s fucking me faster and groaning louder.

Thing is, seeing my marks on him drives me wild. I want them everywhere, and I want him to do the same to me.

“Squeeze me,” I whimper, arching my back at a particular forceful thrust. My pussy soaks him, and I start trembling with how badly I want him to make me come again.

“Gladly,” he grunts. He presses his body tighter to mine, kisses me everywhere he can reach, and I can’t help but moan when I feel his short beard rasping deliciously along my neck.

And he squeezes me so hard…

His hands are rough and merciless, feeling me up—my tits, my stomach, gentling only to rub my clit, then get greedy again along my thighs.

“You need to come, Bella—fuck, perfect,” he groans, pushing into me.

I gulp down some air and managed a jerky nod. The chair creaks louder and louder, and it feels like he sets me on fire.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

His own curse sounds faraway, my orgasm crashing down on me and taking my senses with it.

My skin is so sensitive from his touches that every ounce of bliss is magnified and accompanied by a soreness that I’ll feel for days.


By the time I collapse, Edward has stilled on top of me, his cock buried deep, his breaths coming out in hot puffs against my collarbone. Our bodies are damp and warm, limbs tired and spent but firmly locked.

“Oh, my God.” I moan breathlessly as he repositions us, him on his back on the chair and me on top of him. “I can’t think.”

He blows out a heavy breath, and I feel his heart thundering under my palm. “Good. Me either. Fuck.” He drags a hand over his face and lets out a low, breathy laugh. “That was…”

Yeah. And then some.


Some time later, I smoke the last of my joint, our underwear on but the rest of our clothes remaining on the ground, and Edward laughs when I tell him that Killer is the small pup and Romeo is the Rottweiler.

He’s not the first one to get them mixed up.

It’s my turn to sit on the end of the chair while Edward has taken my seat, and with his legs on each side of me, I absently brush my fingers over the hairs on his shin. There’s a tattoo here, too. Of an open road in a desert landscape.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about getting a dog,” he muses, scratching Romeo behind his ear. “Yeah, you’re a good boy.” I grin lazily, Romeo soaking up the attention. “You keepin’ Momma safe out here, huh?” Edward leans back and watches me as he places a hand behind his head.

Bulging bicep warning.

“You free for dinner, darlin’?”

That makes me warm and fuzzy, but a few warning bells go off. Because that sounds awfully non-casual, and I’m not sure getting romantically involved with a biker is very smart. But…ugh. I want.

I take a puff from the joint, my eyes glazing over a bit, before I hand it over. I lick my lips, tasting the sweetness.

“We’re having a barbecue up at the house,” he goes on. And instead of taking a puff from the joint, he just holds it. “I want you there.”

At least that rules out date. The “we” implies more people. “Who’s coming?” I ask.

Edward smirks and pokes my boob with his toe. “Don’t worry, your dad won’t be there.” Ha! I hadn’t even though about that, but I suppose that’s good. “It’s just gonna be small—me, my pops, and a few others.”

I nod slowly, having already made my decision. “Count me in, VP.” Then I cock my head, curious. “Or is that still your rank? I mean with Dad and Senior…”

He sits up straighter to reach the ashtray on the ground. “Yup, still VP. Carlisle’s President.”

I watch as he stubs out the joint. “And your dad?”

“Retired now.” He sits back once more with a contented sigh. “That’s partly why we left the Reno charter. I didn’t want the President patch just yet, and not in a charter where I don’t get along with half the crew.” He shrugs. “I like Fallbrook, though. Much calmer.”

I raise a brow and can’t help but snort. “You should’ve been here before the Bastards came two years ago. Talk about calm.”

He hums. “Does it bother you that much? The MC, I mean.”

It’d be so easy to say yes, because that’s been the truth for a long time. But befriending Jamie, then seeing a change in Dad, and now meeting Edward, I’m not sure anymore. I mean, I never gave a rat’s ass about the illegal activity, and say what you want, but the town is safer with the Bastards here…just more ruckus. Parties and roaring engines.

“The jury’s out on that one,” I settle for saying.

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest and pretends to be wounded. “Me and juries don’t really get along.”

Shit. Not wanting to be too eager, I internally count to three before I fire off my question. “Ever been to prison?”

His amusement fades. “A couple times. Assault and drug distribution.”

Aaaand shit just got real.

A Bastard’s Girl – Chapter 5

ABG-bannerChapter 5

(The entire chapter isn’t posted on FFN because it’s dirty.)


With a grunt, I set down the heavy basin on the ground at the foot of my Adirondack chair and pour some eucalyptus oil into the cold water.

That’s what I get for wearing heels all day at work yesterday. My feet are fucking killing me.

Since I’m off and the sun is shining, I plan on staying here all day, letting my poor feet soak in some water.

Romeo is moseying around, being a good baby, but I gotta grimace at Killer. I gave him a bath a few days ago, and now he’s alternating between playing in the water in the shallow creek and jumping through piles of raked leaves.

He is white no more.

Before I settle in my oversized chair, I grab a soda, a pillow, my aloe lotion, a joint, my phone, and put on some music inside the trailer. To Joan Armatrading’s soothing voice, I strip down to my black thong and get comfy.

“Eeeep!” I squeak when I sink my feet into the cold water, but as soon as I’ve adjusted to the chill, it’s all good. “Ahhhh.” I squirm around on the chair’s cushion and scoot down a bit more so the edge of the basin doesn’t dig into my calves. “This is the life, boys.” With my feet planted on the bottom of the basin, I reach for my discarded tank top and drape it haphazardly across my rack.

The sun’s rays filter through the trees, blanketing me in comfortable warmth. Birds are chirping. The air is fresh. The music is amazing. A few drags from my joint mellow me out.

I smile lazily, thinking about Edward and last night.

Stretching my arms over my head, I sigh contentedly and close my eyes.

It doesn’t take me many minutes to doze off.


I don’t know how long it’s been when Romeo’s rough bark wakes me up, but the sun is still high, so it can’t be all that late. Next I hear the rumbling of an engine—a motorcycle—and as I lift my head and shield my eyes from the sun, I see one rolling up next to my truck at the end of the dirt road.

“Stay.” I snap my fingers and point to the ground, to which both my pups sit down. “Good boys.” Meanwhile, I focus on the biker, who reveals himself as he takes off his helmet and shades.

Well, well. Howdy, hottie.

My feet are done soaking, so I pull them out of the water and scoot farther up the chair. Then I adjust my tank top, tucking the ends under my arms, and get comfortable again.

“This a bad time?” Edward climbs off his Harley and starts walking toward me.

I shake my head no, mesmerized by the look of him. Black jeans, a t-shirt under his Bastard vest, scuffed boots, bandanas around his wrists, all that ink on display, covering his arms and neck…

“Have a seat,” I offer. There’s an empty Adirondack chair next to me, but I pull up my legs to tell him it’s okay that he sits down closer. And he does, silently watching my nearly naked body. “I was just catching some sun.”

“I can see that.” Turning his body, he straddles the foot of the chair, and lights up a smoke. “No work today at all?”

“No.” I need something to do, so I grab my lotion and hitch a foot up to my thigh. I’m totally retiring my new shoes. Or…maybe not, but I’m not wearing them until I’ve forgotten how sore they make me. “So, what brings you to this neck of the woods?” I grin a little and begin working the lotion into my battered heel.

“Here. Let me.” He stubs out his smoke, pockets it, then kidnaps my foot and holds out a hand for the lotion.


“You—you wanna rub my feet?” I scrunch my nose.

He doesn’t answer. He just pours some lotion into his hand, sets my foot on his upper thigh, and starts massaging away the soreness.




Or perhaps that’s just me, but good God, the man is talented.

If he gives me massages, he can lurk in all the dark parking lots he can find for all I care.

Underneath my tank, my nipples are tightening, so I discreetly bunch up the fabric to hide my arousal. If he weren’t so close and seemingly aware of every move I make, I would’ve put the top on. Alas…

When he pushes a particularly sore spot, I let my head fall back and moan.

“Feel good?” His voice has grown quieter, huskier.

I nod wordlessly.

Soon enough, he works his magic on my other foot, too.

“Why’re you here, Edward?” I ask, releasing a shaky breath.

Please say sex, please say sex, please say sex.

He smirks faintly, very focused on his task. “I don’t know about you, but…” He licks his lips and drags his thumb over the sole of my foot. “To me, there’s nothing better than some foot-action before a good, hard fuck.”

“Jesus Christ—what?” I let out a mixture between a gasp and a groan. What he’s doing is heavenly; it feels so fucking good, but…come again? Foot-action?

Edward lets out a low, sexy laugh and abandons my feet to crawl up my body.

Can a woman die from being too horny?

“I think we both know why I’m here, little darlin’.” He nuzzles my jaw as he pulls away my tank top, tossing it on the ground. “Spectacular.” He sits back again, to ogle me, but I’m still stuck on the foot part.

So, when he once again moves closer, I halt him with my foot to his chest. In return, he sucks in a breath and gazes hungrily as I slowly slide my foot down his body.

His Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow the second I settle my foot along his hard cock.

Hot damn.

“Do you have a foot fetish, Masen?” I ask in a sultry voice.

He doesn’t answer right away, instead focusing on my foot. My legs, too. That gaze of his wanders all over my legs and feet. Then he covers my foot with a hand, silently asking for pressure, which I give him. When I glide my foot up the base of his impressive dick and wriggle my toes, he lets out a quiet groan through clenched teeth.

“I—” He sucks in another breath and gets rid of his vest and shirt. Oh my Jesus, he’s flawless—built like a god. Defined muscles, plenty of ink, chest hair I wanna run my fingers through. “I have a thing for beautiful feet, yeah. About as much as men like tits.”


I’m intrigued.

And it sorta hits me that the double take he did yesterday wasn’t at the floor and Mom’s carving at all. It was my feet.

“How much to do you like tits?” I cup mine to see where he’s gonna look.

His darkened eyes flick between my breasts and my feet for a few beats, then he’s on me. “About as much as I love your feet,” he whispers. “Now you’re done teasing me.”

Without another word, he strips me of my thong and palms my pussy. We both moan.

“Perfect,” he rumbles in my ear. One long digit slides between my slick folds to circle my entrance. “Will you let me play with you, Bella?”

“Unf.” I shudder. “As—as long as you use your cock, too.”

That earns me a husky chuckle.

“Give me your mouth, beautiful girl.”

I tilt my face toward him, and he’s quick to capture my mouth in a deep kiss that gives me chills of the best kind. At the same time, he drives two fingers deep inside me, his thumb pressing down on my clit.

His scruff rasps deliciously against my skin.

“Oh, God.” I exhale in a whimper. “I want your dick.”

“Not yet.” He nips at my lips, then swipes the tip of his tongue over to soothe the sting. “It’s been a while, and I wouldn’t wanna ruin it for Daddy’s little princess.”

“Oh, God.” Now I’m being repetitive, but I can’t fucking help it. It’s getting increasingly difficult to think, and I have questions, dammit. “How long is a while for—for a Bastard? A couple days? A week?”

He tsks and slams his fingers inside me with so much force that I nearly scream. He works me faster, harder, and rubs my clit like an expert. All I can do is cling to him.

“You don’t think very highly of bikers, do you?”

“More!” I beg. Bucking my hips, I try to ride his hand, but he’s playing with me. He’s in control.

He doesn’t get off track like I do, either. “That lifestyle was fun when I was young—”

I snort, unable to help myself. “You say that as if you’re ancient.”

“I’m thirty-five.” He stops to regard me. “Too much?”

“Yes.” I roll my eyes, impatient. God, can’t he just fuck me already? “Please shave off a few years so I can deem you worthy. Come on.”

Ten years isn’t that much of a difference.

“Brat.” He smiles and lowers his head to brush a soft kiss to my lips. “You got some mouth on you.”

“Mmm…” I slip my hands between us to undo his leather belt. “Want me to use it?”

The thought of his long, thick cock sliding along my tongue, hitting the back of my throat, is enough to make my pussy clench around his fingers in want.

Edward hums and dips down to suck on my neck. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” There’s no cockiness behind his statement. If anything, it sounded like it was a revelation.

“Hell, yeah.”

I feel his smirk against my skin as I push down his pants and underwear.

“Another time,” he murmurs, and I hope it’s a promise. “Now I want you to come around my fingers before I fuck you.”

And come I do.


Hi! Just thought I’d shoot the shit wit’chu for a bit. Or share what’s new. :P

A Shattered Record has been added to the list of PDFs under “Stories.” I’ve finally wrapped up Grand and its futuretakes; just sent the last two chapters to my beta and pre-reader. And once Grand is complete on FFN, I’ll add it as a PDF here too, and then it’s time for me to focus on A Vacation with Family, the sequel to A Drink with the Girls/A Beer with the Guys.

I have several chapters pre-written for A Vacation with Family, but I’d like a few more, so when I take a break to focus on my original fiction, I have chapters to cover those weeks. In the meantime, I do have another story that’s almost ready to begin posting. (Pre-written.) It’s a Bikerward, inspired by my binge watching of Sons of Anarchy. So while I keep add a few more chapters to A Vacation with Family, I’ll post A Bastard’s Girl on FFN. First chapter should be up soon!

To sum up, this spring will be all about these two stories.

ABG-banner AVwFThen I’ll likely take a break for my original fiction, before I return again – that time with This Life II and a story called Secrets & Wishes.

Cheerio for now. :D