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


Time for an update!

If you’re only interested in my fanfic news, scroll down. ;)

First, OF news :)


I will close my old OF blog within a couple weeks, so bookmark the new site or sign up for my newsletter!

Note: if you already have my web address favorited, you might end up on the old one, so make sure you type in caradeewrites.com into the browser before you click enter. That will take you to the new site. :)


Now, for FF stuff!

To clarify, everything concerning my fanfiction will remain here on this blog. It’s only my OF (original fiction) that’s changing cribs. :)

Lately I’ve received more messages where you’re wondering if I’m done with FF. I haven’t been active lately, and so on.

The short answer is: “Fuck no. I’m not quitting!”

And the super long answer is in this interview I did with A Different Forest. It’ll tell you more about me, what I’ve been up to, and what my plans are.

It’s gonna be a busy year!

CaraNo Author Spotlight Questions

I. Getting To Know You

Please share 4 fun & random facts about yourself.

Oh, I don’t know about fun, but I’m the master of random, so here goes. :P
1, when I was a kid, my mom didn’t want me to know any curse words, so she’d curse in Spanish. I think I was five when I learned the first one.
2, I absolutely hate talking on the phone. Other than with my closest family, which includes about three people, I talk on the phone maybe a handful times a year.
3, I suck at telling left from right. There’s a small birthmark on the top of my left hand that helps me every time.
4, I’m ambidextrous, which is convenient at times. :P

Complete the following sentence: “People would (probably, anyway!) be surprised to know that I was recently diagnosed with Asperger’s.”

The furthest I have traveled was to:

Marriageville? LOL. No, but from Sweden I suppose Mexico is the farthest.

It was this winter I was there, thanks to Lisa (HollettLA in fandom.) They arrange themed cruises at the company she works at, and I was lucky enough to go with her as her guest. So while she was busy keeping an eye on the music acts, video crew, and all the oldsters shaking it to Elvis impersonators and the Beach Boys, I got an un-freaking-believable vacation that I’ll remember forever.

Other than Mexico, we got to see Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Key West, too. :)

And by night, whether or not Lisa was working, we guzzled our favorite drink, named Wang-Wang. Naturally.

What were you like at school? Did you get good grades in English class?

I was sort of an average student in most subjects. I did get better grades in English (as well as social studies and history) than other subjects, but nothing to brag about. I only excel in things I’m really passionate about, which explains why I literally had to talk my teacher into letting me pass high school math. Math is not my friend!

With the New Year, do you have any goals or resolutions for 2015?

Lots of travels and more writing. :)

Did you always know that you wanted to be a writer- and become a great one? :D

Haha, thank you for that one! But no, it never really hit me until a few years ago. I’ve always been a fairly good storyteller, and I did like projects in school where we wrote short stories, but it just wasn’t on my radar until I’d finished reading Twilight.

How often do you write? Do you have a day job as well?

Writing is my full-time job, and I write whenever my brain tells me it’s time. I wish I had control over it, but an author has little say over that. Same with characters. Sometimes I get so frustrated; I usual have a plan—where I want my characters to go—but if they’re not ready, they won’t go there, dammit.

II. Twilight & Fanfiction

So let’s start at the beginning, how did you discover the Twilight Saga and the Twi Fanfiction Community?

It was such a fluke. I went out to buy a DVD and saw the first Twilight movie on clearance as an ex-rental. It was cheap and I figured I might as well see what it’s about. First time I watched it, I didn’t get it at all. But something made me watch it again, and then again. Then I was hooked. :) I bought the books—New Moon first since I’d seen Twilight as a movie, then Eclipse, then Breaking Dawn. It was a book a day LOL. Then I saw New Moon when it came out in the theaters, and I noticed how different it was from the book, so I went out and bought Twilight as a book, too. And of course then I started over reading them all.

In the end, I think I read them four or five times, and the thing is, I don’t know what made me sit down and write. I remember wanting more, wanting a continuation, but considering I’d never really written before, it still baffles me that I opened my laptop and started writing.

That’s what I did first. I wrote a three-story saga that continues where Breaking Dawn left off. 200 000 words that’ve never left my computer.

I told a friend I was fucking around, writing a little, and she was like, “Oh, you mean fanfiction?”

I ran home and googled fanfiction, and the rest is history. Funny thing is, I only read T-rated stories back then. The first time I stumbled across an M-rated story, I dropped my jaw.

It is always interesting to read about the Twilight fandom in other countries. How popular was Twilight in Sweden?

Oh, it was pretty big. I dragged my husband with me on a couple Twilight events in Stockholm. If I hadn’t already had tinnitus, I would have after the sound of thousands of girls—and let’s face it, the girls’ moms—screaming after Rob.

What was it about Twilight that motivated you to write your own stories?

I just wanted more. :) And once I left the vamps and Meyer’s universe alone, my own creativity kicked in and all these plots for more original ideas began forming in my head. Now the characters won’t shut up, whether it’s original or Edward and Bella.

Congratulations on winning four 2014 Twific Fandom Awards for:

Favorite What If? and Favorite LGBTQute Fic : Powerplay
Favorite 5ever Fic – Fic that should have a sequel: This Life
Favorite Cliffhanger Fic: Masen Rules,The Beginning

Thank you! When I won the Favorite Veteran Author this year, I felt so old haha. And hint to taken on the Cliffhanger award LOL.

Cara, not to put you in the spot – but a fan on twitter mentioned that a sequel for Whistler will be coming. Is that true? What about Masen Rules, the Beginning and its continuation? ;)

Yup, there will be a This Life II coming this year. :) We’ll jump several years into the future. Whistler and Bella are obviously still going strong with their kids. Alec…Whistler’s not-so-little cub…is just about to be released from prison, in his mid-twenties, and little Autumn is now a young woman. :P

I’m definitely finishing both the prequel to Masen Rules and Fall & Rise, too. I’ve never broken a promise on finishing a story; unfortunately, I just suck at the when. Which is one of the reasons I won’t post anything new without having most of the story pre-written anymore.

Okay, something funny- if Whistler read fanfic what story/stories would he be reading?

I chuckled when I saw this question, and I know I’ve never been asked anything like this. Hmm. If Whistler read fanfic, he’d probably read lemons about himself and his wife. ;) But in general, he’d go for action. Action and sex.

You and your fics have been a prevalent part of the fandom since way back. Is there an author or story that you think had a large influence in Twilight fanfiction as well?

It’s so incredibly weird to me, hearing that I would have played any kind of part in this fandom; weird and flattering and humbling! I’ve always tried to stick to the sidelines, and I know frightening little about all the authors out there, old or new. Some of my favorites though, are Savage’s Hide & Drink and Transcendence, Sheviking’s Professor, Lexi’s Storm Series, Solostintwilight’s In Your World, Lissa Bryan’s Written in the Stars, and Saltire884’s Pistols and Petticoats.

You crank out so many popular, successful fics .. it is like whatever you write it is a guaranteed awesome story. Where do you find inspiration for your stories? Do you pull your real life experiences into your writing?

I have awesome readers, and if it weren’t for them—don’t even wanna think about it! As for inspiration; it’s everywhere. Mostly in music. A few times it’s a readers who comes to me, tells me something that’s happened to her, and it turns into a fic. Often it’s also movies I’ve watched or TV series. Grand is all Lexi. I read the Storm Series and got to know her; I was obsessed with Skip and his crew—hommina, hommina Damion and Aro—and I made a great friend. At the same time, I was also re-watching the Sopranos, and I wanted to try it myself. I wanted to go back in time and create an old-school Edward, and I certainly got him!

Personal experiences always end up in my stories, too. Whether it’s a preference on a soda, experience on a hobby or place, or a personal opinion on something, I believe every author pours parts of themselves into their writing. At the same time, I like going against myself, too. Sometimes my characters love something I hate, or hate something I love. It just makes it fun.

I think you wrote in all genres- canon, supernatural, comedy, angst. What is your favorite genre and which genre is the most difficult to write in?

I have to pick? Hell. I guess…if I absolutely have to pick…hmm. My favorite is probably angst. I love writing it, but I never read it unless I have all the spoilers haha. And most difficult to write…maybe drama. I mean, I can do drama with Grand and most stories, but I hate drama that goes on and on and on, so I usually wrap it up fast. Miscommunication seems to be the most common reason for drama in fanfic, and I don’t have patience for a lot—nor do I find it logical if it drags on forever.

Many of your fanfic stories have are much favorited, reviewed, loved and awarded, can you share:

If you mean my own stories, and in my opinion, I’d say…

Sweetest/Fluff: Simply Edward.

Most Controversial (and why) : Grand and Isla de Cullen. Grand, because I stick to realism hardcore in this story. No wiseguy born in the ’50s will have fond things to say about a gay man at first, as much as it goes against my personal feelings on equality. He will not cater to his wife like she does to him. He will not be fair. He will not always control his temper. And Junior does/is all those things. He’s a sexist motherfucker, judgmental and a hypocrite, but I honestly don’t think I’ve ever written an Edward who loves his Bella as fiercely as he does. And anyone who’s read my stories knows I keep my Edwards and Bellas solid and, mixed with troubles and whatnot, I need a fairytale love for those two. Lastly, Isla de Cullen because of the age difference. I was by no means the first fanfic writer who wrote an Olderward, but that story exploded; plus it was mixed with a light dose of D/s. Many readers had mixed feelings about it in the beginning.

Funniest: I think Whistler is a funny mofo, but story-wise, I’ll go with Bloody Kisses or O’ Holy Christmas.

Most Angst-Ridden: Gosh, I don’t know. Maybe Close Your Eyes.

Romantic: Aww, This Life. Whistler and Emmett courted Bella and Rose good.

In all your fic stories who are your top 3 favorite Edwards? How about an Edward one that you disliked?

I don’t particularly dislike any of my Edwards, but I suppose Edward in We Could Run made too little of an impression on me. That said, I have a futuretake in mind for that story that I can’t help but want to write.

My favorites would be:
1. Junior in Grand.
2. Edward in A Beer with the Guys.
3. Tie between Whistler in This Life and Edward in Bloody Kisses.

And your top three Bellas that you admire the most?

1. Isabella in Grand.
2. Bella in O’ Holy Christmas
3. Tie between Bella in A Drink with the Girls and Bella in This Life.

My favorite story of yours is Our Yellow House. That one was really heartbreaking. I was both happy and sad for EJ.. and their healing process.. just GAH. That whole story is brilliant. What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life?

It may not seem like it, but Our Yellow House was one of the easiest stories I’ve ever written. It all came to me when I heard “Love Song for Bobby Long” by Grayson Capps after watching the movie with the same title. The song combined with the house in that movie set the entire atmosphere. I saw Edward first, sitting on a porch that needed painting. The guitar came after that, and Charlie. I wanted angst, and the song is sad as hell, and I pictured Edward missing Bella. A part of him was missing; he was the shell of a man. And I didn’t want a New Moon disappearance on Bella’s part, so I thought of the kidnapping. And so on and so on. That story came to me in puzzle pieces, and by the time I wrote the first chapter, I knew exactly how it was going to end and what happened in between.

Granted, the research I did was taxing, but it was also so fun! I think that’s where my love for research grew tenfold. I learned so much, and the story gained credibility. :)

When you are writing angst, do you ever get emotionally involved? Do you ever have to step away from your stories?

I get emotionally involved when it comes to my characters. They sort of come to life for me, and I care about them. Story-wise, I don’t get that deep into it. I shed a tear or two when Edward had to remind EJ he was real after the kidnapping, that it wasn’t pretend, but I think that’s about it. Probably because I always knew the outcome and the road to get there. :)

III. Writing Resume- Original Fiction

How would you describe your writing process? Do you have a favorite place where you like to write?

I can write pretty much anywhere as long as it’s quiet and little to no movement around me. My writing process is weird. Or maybe it isn’t, but anyway, it all depends on the music. A song can be incredibly powerful for me; it basically sets the mood. If I want to write angst, I listen to angsty music, and bam, I’m there in that mindset.
What was the biggest challenge moving from fanfiction to original fiction?
Paperwork, no doubt. Since I’m not American, I had to go through a three-months long process to get my tax number and everything I needed to publish on Amazon. There were times I was ready to quit, but I’m glad I never did. :)

Congratulations on your success as an Amazon awarded bestselling author in 3 categories. Can you introduce the characters and share a little about your books? Aftermath and Touch Series?

Thank you! Aftermath’s success came as a shock to me. It was my first novel, not to mention m/m, so I was on cloud nine for weeks. And Aftermath was also one of those stories that were easy to write. When I started, I had the entire layout in my head.
Several of my readers have noticed that I’ve written characters that are on the autism spectrum (and maybe now it’s no surprise why LOL) and Aftermath isn’t an exception. Cam, one of the MCs, has Asperger’s, which plays a minor part in the story.

Aftermath is about just that, the aftermath, in this case of a kidnapping. Ten innocent strangers were kidnapped by a raving lunatic; they were all paired up in cage-like cells for five months in a basement out in the Mojave desert. Austin and Cam were cellmates, and we get glimpses of their time in captivity—how Cam struggled with panic attacks, how they got tortured, and so on—in flashbacks. It lets the reader know the hell they went through and also how the bond was forged between Cam, who’s bisexual, and Austin, who’s married to a woman. And in the present, the major part of the book, it’s about coping and moving on, about coming to grips that things will never be the same, and trying to understand why Austin and Cam get anxious without each other. Because after only having each other during a time where they didn’t know if they’d live or die, it’s kinda hard to find someone who can relate.

The Touch Series is…different. LOL. It’s a series of novelettes and novellas that follows several characters in the BDSM lifestyle. It begins with Nicholas, a Daddy Dom, and Kayla, a Little. And while I do have a couple newbies (Evangeline and Brayden in the second book,) I wanted to write a series without too many introductions to the lifestyle. In many cases, if one of the characters is new, it becomes focus in the story, and I wanted other side plots to take space, too. There’s some family drama on Kayla’s side, and even more so for Mark in the second book. He’s an experienced Master who works extra as a bartender in Nicholas’s club, and he falls for a young sub couple that he mentors. But coming home to his family and introducing both a girlfriend and a boyfriend doesn’t come without trouble. ;) That’s getting ahead, though! Book two and three are about Mark/Evangeline/Brayden, and book one and four are about Nicholas and Kayla. In book five and six, we’ll learn more about the drama in Mark’s family, as well as new characters and plots that will continue on to the next book. :) In all, the Touch Series will have six or seven books, and it’s got a little bit of everything. Master/slave, Daddy/Little, male/female, Master/sub/sub, ménage, Daddy/Little/Little, male/male…you catch my drift LOL.

Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published? Do you have any tips that you can share for aspiring writers interested in writing their own OF?

Don’t turn down support. Had I been completely alone, I would’ve given up a long time ago. Fortunately, I had Lisa—my editor—and my family. Same goes for the entire writing process: hire an editor. My fandom beta happens to be one, so I got really lucky. But in most cases, the lovely peeps in fandom think the same beta reader they have for all their Edwards and Bellas will be enough for that spankin’ new OF too, and it’s not true. With publishing comes a whole new audience, and they don’t care about how popular you were in a fandom. They pay for your book, so they want the whole package: good grammar, plot, and characters. So…hire an editor, because you need more than one perspective. Ask for help. Let a few people beta read and tell them to be honest. It’s way better that your pre-readers point out a flaw than a dozen reviewers on Amazon or Smashwords. :)

What are your current projects or are there storylines that you have in mind right now that you want to further expand? Any of these fanfics sequels? ;)

For OF, this year I will be releasing the sequel to Public Display of Everything, the fifth and hopefully sixth book in the Touch Series, begin on my apocalypse series, and write and publish a contemporary romance titled 38.

As for fanfic, of course there’ll be plenty of that, too!

Aside from Fall & Rise and Masen Rules: The Beginning, I have a few projects I’m working on. Vacation with Family is up first, the sequel to the companion stories A Beer with the Guys and A Drink with the Girls.

AVwF ABG-banner banner-1 sw-bannerSo. I have a busy year ahead of me! OF info always goes up first on my website, and news about my fanfics end up in my FB group, with the FicSisters, and later on my fanfic blog. :)

And lastly, what is the best advice did you receive from someone in our fandom?

Without a doubt, all the readers who told me I should publish.

Thank you,


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