Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) (8 page)

The redhead was grinding her hips into my side impatiently. Releasing her hair, I slid my hand down her chest to cup one of her tits before continue downward. Sliding my hand up under her skirt, I found she too had no panties on. Having nothing in my way, I pushed two fingers into her and moved them with the same rhythm as my other hand, which had fallen into the same pattern that the blonde was making on my cock. Shit, that felt good. Two pussies, a good kisser and lips wrapped around my cock.

I let them continue grinding their pussies on my fingers for a few moments until even that grew boring. Pulling my fingers out, I wiped them on their skirts before slipping my hand into the blonde’s hair, yanking her off my cock. The redhead pulled out a condom from her bra and smiled at me.

“Put it on,” I said as I pulled the blonde to my lips. As she bit my lower lip, the red-head slipped the condom on my cock. Before I could even tell her what to do, she was straddling me, pushing the blonde out of her way and taking my cock in her hand to direct it into her pussy. The blonde grunted from the shove the redhead had given her, which made me smile. My smile faded as soon as the redhead took me into her warm, wet body. It was my turn to grunt, but mine was from pleasure. I grabbed the blonde’s hips and lifted her up until she was kneeling on the back of the couch, her pussy right over my face. Her fingers threaded into my hair so she wouldn’t fall as she lowered herself to my face.

Holding onto her ass with my hands, I dragged my tongue up her slit. The redhead was bouncing up and down on my cock, teasing my nipples through my shirt. She was trying to keep my attention even with another woman in my face, but I could get them both off and myself too if she’d just calm that shit down. Pushing my tongue between the blonde’s lips, I teased her clit. While the blonde rotated her hips, rubbing her clit on my tongue, I let go of her with one hand so I could grab a hold of the redhead’s hip. Guiding her, I showed her if she rocked her hips, it’d let my dick go deeper and it’d feel better for both of us.

The blonde was grinding her pussy on my face and moaning loudly. Teasing her, I rimmed her pussy with two fingers as I gathered her juices on them. I dragged my fingers back to her other opening, moving the moisture there. After returning to gather moisture twice more, I pushed a finger into the puckered opening causing the blonde to pull on my hair and come. She shouted her release out for the whole room to hear before falling over onto the couch beside me, breathing hard.

I wiped my face off on my shirt before looking at the redhead to see she was barely holding on. She had sweat running down her forehead and her eyes were half closed. Grabbing onto both her hips, I bucked mine at the same time I moved her fast and hard on my cock. She screamed out her release, while I continued to move her on my body until finally I came, filling the condom with my come. As soon as my cock stopped pulsing with my release, I pushed her off me and put my cock back in my pants, condom and all.

Standing, I looked at the two of them spent on the couch and smiled. As I turned around, I noticed all the men in the room were looking in my direction now.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” I growled at them and they all turned back to what they were doing. Heading back to my office, I opened my pants so I could remove the condom and clean myself off with baby wipes I kept there just for that reason. I didn’t want to smell like random pussy until I finally went to my room to shower.

~Melia~

“Your brother is a dick,” I said to Ryan the next morning when she came to check on me. I had retreated to my room as soon as Wrench had left the kitchen the night before. Even though I was hungry, I refused to leave my room again until Ryan was around. I didn’t want a repeat. One run in with Wrench and his cocky, better-than-everyone attitude was enough for me.

“Why? What did he do now?” Ryan asked, climbing into the bed next to me. Without even asking for approval, she curled up next to me with a hand on my belly, her head resting on my breasts.

“Uh…” I trailed off at the foreign feeling of someone touching me in such an intimate way, without any sexual context with it. “I got hungry last night and you didn’t answer your door so I ventured to the kitchen on my own hoping no one would be there, but Wrench was. Boy, did he make it clear he didn’t like me, which I guess is okay because I don’t care for him either. You’d think he would be nice to a guest, or at least a pregnant lady,” I scoffed. I was raised to be polite and especially helpful to pregnant women. I didn’t really expect it from men who treated women the way they did in this house, but I also didn’t expect to be called names and treated the way I had been. Not that I would tell Ryan about my past and why it bothered me so much to be treated the way Wrench had. My stomach churned with the memories it brought up, so it’d probably be best to wait a while before finding something to eat.

“I swear he has to be the stupidest man ever. Seriously. I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into him. He used to be so laid-back and not long before you came here he started acting like a total douche. I really don’t think it has anything to do with you, but something else is bugging him and he’s taking it out on you,” Ryan said, rubbing my stomach. I tried and failed not to curl my lip at her taking the liberty to enter my personal space. Not that she would see my look; she was too busy rubbing my stomach and quietly saying things to the babies. I tried not to say anything and succeeded for a few moments.

“Okay. I have to tell you, this is the weirdest thing ever.” I couldn’t keep it in any longer. People didn’t touch me. Ever. I didn’t have people rub any part of me, let alone my stomach.

Ryan sat up and looked at me. “Why?” She asked, but kept a hand on my stomach. She lifted an eye brow at me and I shifted my hips on the bed uncomfortably.

“Um, because you’re touching me? I don’t like when people touch me.” I gestured to her hand on my stomach. She laughed and then shook her head at me.

“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you, but you get no choice in this. You’ll get used to it. These are my babies in here and I want to make sure they know just how much I love them and can’t wait to meet them. Not that I don’t want you comfortable, but seriously, you need to relax. I’m not trying to climb in your vag or anything. Just touching your belly,” Ryan explained.

The way she said it sounded so sensible. It didn’t help me feel more comfortable, but I could see her side so I tried to push my uneasiness aside. As I leaned back on the headboard, she shifted and smiled at me. “So, what do you say we go out to the pool today?”

“Sure. I guess it’d be a nice change of scenery. I’m already tired of lying in bed and it’s only been a day. It’s going to be a long couple weeks.” I wasn’t a sedentary person unless I was working on my computer, which I could only handle for short periods of time. I liked to move around and explore places, find things to take pictures of.

“It’ll be fine. There are many places you can lie down here so at least you aren’t staring at the same four walls bored out of your mind.” Ryan laughed as she rose from the bed. “Now get changed so we can go cool off in the pool.”

She had told me to bring a swimsuit with me when I’d thrown my stuff together. I hesitated, knowing there were going to be men around and I was getting bigger by the day. Maybe it was a good thing. Let the big baby belly scare everyone off. I knew I wasn’t horrible-looking normally, but being pregnant didn’t make me look beautiful. Not that bikers were my type anyway. Plus, can’t forget the fact I was pregnant with someone else’s kids —the parents would probably have something to say about me having sex. The doctor most likely would have something to say about it as well, but we hadn’t talked about that since the chances of it happening were slim and none.

When we were sitting down by the pool, stretched out on the lounge chairs, I mentioned it to Ryan. She laughed so hard she was holding her stomach, gasping for breath.

“Girl, we didn’t get you knocked up only to expect you to stay celibate the entire pregnancy. I mean, as long as you were up until you got knocked up, it doesn’t really matter. Not like you can get pregnant again. If it ends up being one of the guys around here, I would say make sure you use a rubber just cause you never know what diseases their nasty asses could have. Other than that, go for it. Fuck away. You know, I heard pregnancy hormones make you horny all the time. Don’t worry, Ellis and I discussed it before you’d even gotten pregnant. So he’s totally on board too.” Ryan shrugged and leaned back in her chair. With her dark sunglasses on, I couldn't see her eyes, but she looked completely relaxed so I didn’t say anything, just leaned back and tried to get comfortable. That’d gone differently than I’d planned, but Ryan never did things the way I expected.

Was I even thinking about having sex? No, not really. It’s not like anyone had appealed to me at the house. Hell, not in months had I even been turned on… Well, except that momentary lapse in consciousness where I’d thought about Wrench, but that’d been nothing more than a dream. I’d only asked because I expected her to say no way in hell would it be okay and I could use that excuse if anyone made a move on me. It’s not like I felt horny. My little dream about Wrench had to be my way of humanizing the asshole he was since I had to deal with him whether I liked it or not. In reality, I would be happy if no one touched me at all. I felt so gross being sick so often and I was so tired I doubted I could have built up the energy to have sex even if I found the want to.

“Shit, I don’t think I could go a year without sex and you’ve gone at least that long. All the tests and stuff you had to go through before moving down here and everything else since then. I don’t know how you’ve done it. I’d be humping anything that let me at that point,” Ryan mused out loud without looking in my directions, which was a good thing because my face turned bright red. I didn’t talk sex with anyone, especially not with the mother of the babies currently in my womb.

“I’m just not that kind of person I guess. I haven’t even seen someone I would be interested in heading down that road with.” I shrugged and kept my eyes focused on the pool, hiding behind my own shades.

“What road? Oh, you’re a relationship person. Sex only after the third date, right? Or some shit like that.” Ryan tried not to smile, but I saw the corner of her lips tilt upward anyway.

“It’s just how I was raised. Not that I didn’t get into some shit relationships anyway, but I like to think it helps prove the man is in it for more than ass.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve been in my own shitty relationships. Guys are mostly jerks. Only need women to get ass, at least the ones I always seem to end up around. Ellis is actually the one who got me out of my last horrible relationship. Probably saved my life too.” Ryan sighed, crossing her arms over her bikini-clad body. Her body was much more fit than mine. I was naturally more rounded in the hips and breasts. Ryan was thin but had large breasts and her ribs were barely visible. I think it was mostly from her treatments since she’d been no where near as thin in older pictures I’d glimpsed.

“What, did he have to scare off some guy that got too needy?” I asked, thinking of why I had broken it off with my last boyfriend. Needy men were annoying as hell.

“No. He liked to beat me.” Ryan turned her head away from me.

I could see it wasn’t something she wasn’t to really talk about, but I pressed her on the issue.“Beat you? No way. I don’t believe it. You are so not the kind of woman that would stay in an abusive relationship.” I had a very hard time believing she would let anyone touch her inappropriately once, let alone hit her repeatedly.

“Well, some times it’s hard to explain things. I thought I loved him, thought he loved me. I couldn’t see past that. I’d never had a man love me before, besides my brother of course. Sure, he showed it in odd ways, but I wanted to be loved so I put up with it. I didn’t know any different. I guess I kind of thought it was as good as it got until I came home. That’s when Ellis stepped in.”

“He saved you before the two of you had gotten together? That’s actually really sweet of him.” I smiled at how caring the big man could be.

“Well, we were sort of together before then.” Ryan grimaced, admitting she’d cheated on her abusive boyfriend with Ellis. She took a deep breath, pushed her glasses up on her head and sat up to look at me. “See, I would sleep around on Jeremiah when we were together even though I knew if he found out he’d get so upset. Why’d I do it? Because somewhere deep inside I hoped if he found out then he’d see what it felt like. He always cheated on me and he wasn’t discreet about it at all. At least I tried to keep it quiet, not that it mattered. He never did find out, or if he did, he never said anything to me. In the end, I don’t think he actually cared what I did when he wasn’t around, until I came home, that is.
Then
he cared what I was doing every second of the day because he knew the men around here wouldn’t put up with his shit.” She sighed again and shook her head, looking down at her hands as she threaded her fingers together. She looked up again at me for a moment. “It’s complicated, complex and emotional, which makes it hard to explain to someone outside the relationship. Emotions, feelings, and memories make you do stupid things that probably won’t make sense to other people, but you don’t think about that. You only think about making the one person you think matters the most in the world happy anyway possible.”