Another new chapter. Hope you guys like this. This one is hot. If you don't like smut, ya might wanna skip it. ;)
A few days after Filip kissed me in the bar, we still haven't talked to my brother. Surprisingly, Jaxson, Bobby and Tig haven't said anything to the club and Jax has given me the silent treatment. Work has flown by and I was even able to spend a few hours with my niece and nephew. Between my time at TM and the hospital with Abel, I haven't really had a moment to think straight. Filip has been over every night and spent the night with me. We haven't talked anymore about where we're going or how to tell anyone. I can tell that Jax's impatience is growing. Friday at work, he finally talks to me.
"Hey." His simple cold greeting makes me uneasy.
"What's up Jaxson?" I ask, attempting to sound casual.
"What's going on?" he asks.
"Depends on what you're asking about." I tell him.
"You know what I'm asking about." He says quietly
"I don't what's going on actually. Am I still seeing him? Yeah. Have we decided to call my dad and Opie? No. Shit, Jax I don't know how to do it. How do I say anything and not get Chibs beaten or killed. I know that can't be what you want." I tell him, sitting down on the picnic table next to him.
"No I don't but they need to know. You and Chibs have no chance unless you can be honest about this. You know that?" I'm a little surprised at his change of heart.
"Where did that come from?" I question
"I don't know. I guess I just know how fucking stubborn you are and at least it ain't Tig right?" he laughs a little. There's something off about him today.
"Something you wanna tell me here big brother? I feel like I'm missing something." I ask.
"Nah, we're good. Tell Opie. Let him tell your dad. Have Chibs do it if he's brave enough. I'll go with for back up." He tells me before standing up. "Just do it." He turns to walk away but stops for a moment, remembering something.
"Chibs has some club stuff to do tomorrow. Come with us to Fun Town? Mom and Clay are going too." He smiles at me. The annual carnival has been kind of a tradition. I'm terrified of clowns so for the most part, he just likes to antagonize me but it's still fun nonetheless.
"Yeah, pick me up when you guys head out." I tell him and he turns to walk away. Filip steps out of the clubhouse door as Jax jumps on his bike.
"You hear that?" I ask.
"Aye." He answers. "He cornered me earlier, gave me the same lecture."
"He seem . . . off to you?" I ask.
"Tig said he's been spending a lot of time at the hospital." He said.
"Yeah with Abel." I answer, not liking where this was going.
"And Tara." He puts his sunglasses on the top of his head and glances down at me. I forget where we are for a moment and lean into him as he stands next to the table. His hand automatically goes to the back of my neck, gently massaging. A few minutes pass by before I remember myself. I jump up and glance around for witnesses. The place is deserted for once.
"What do you think we should do?" I ask.
"He's right, I should go talk to Op." he tells me solemnly.
"You want me to call Jax?" I ask.
"Nah, I need to do this on my own." He leans over and places a kiss on my cheek. He rests his forehead against my temple for a minute before sighing and walking away.
"Good Luck." I tell him as he starts his bike.
Filip's POV
When I get to Opie's house, he's in the garage working on his bike. Great, he's got tools near him. He looks up as I shut off my bike and smiles a little. Each step I take toward him is heavy and dreadful.
"What's up brother?" He says with a wrench in his hand. I stare at it cautiously.
"We gotta talk Opie. You gotta minute?" I ask.
"Yeah, sounds serious." He puts the tool down and leans back from the bike
"It is. There ain't no easy way to say this brother. I'm kinda seeing someone." I tell him and he bursts out laughing.
"That's great I guess. She must be something special if you drove all the way over here." He chuckles before going back to work. "Who is she?"
"Aubrey." I shift my weight and watch as he stiffens, his face growing red.
"My FUCKING sister? Are you fucking serious?" he flies up from his spot on the ground. I brace myself.
"Yeah. Yer sister." I offer no apology or explination. Nothing I say can help now. I was expecting him to hit me and he didn't disappoint. I didn't have a chance to flinch out of the way before his fist made contact with my jaw. The pain is instant and I don't swing back. He continues swinging, all the time yelling at me about how insane and stupid I was. When he finishes, he leans over, hands on his knees and catches his breath.
I stand up a little weak and sore. I took most of the blows to my arms and body.
"It's not what you think Op. I wouldn't hurt her." I try to reason with him as he stands up to face me.
"You come over here and tell me that you're fucking my sister-" he says
"It ain't just sex Opie." I try to reassure him.
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK? You're fucking my sister! My sister, it's wrong." Donna appears at the doorway.
"She's old enough to make her choice Opie. She was going to come over here and talk to you but I told her I would cuz yer my brother. I want ta be honest with ya." Donna hands me a towel to wipe the blood from my mouth.
"How long?" he asks
"A few weeks, a month. It just kinda happened one night." I stretch out my jaw and the slow ache is building. I need a fucking drink.
"What do you want me to say here man?" The anger is fading
"Yell and scream at me. Tell me I'm an idiot and yer gonna kill me. Just don't say none of that to her. She's been freaking out about telling ya. She doesn't wanna hurt you or disappoint you. She kinda misses ya." I tell him.
"This ain't right. I don't like it." He says, shaking his head.
"Opie, it's none of your damn business." Donna tells him. He stares at her in shock. "I mean it. You can't tell her what to do. You can't get mad at Filip for being attracted to your beautiful sister or for coming here to tell you about it respectfully. Did you ask her before we started dating? I was her friend first ya know?"
"It ain't the same." He growls
"Like hell it ain't. She's a grown woman. She deserves happiness and if she's happy, you gotta back off." She said before turning on her heel and marching back to the house. The tension between us softened a little.
"You hurt my sister asshole and you're dead." He tells me.
"I get it. I wouldn't do that to Bree." I tell him.
"I gotta go tell my dad. I think it's best if I try to talk to him first." He runs his hand through his hair and turns toward the house. I hurry back to Bree's house in case Piney makes a drunk appearance. He wouldn't hurt his daughter but I'm sure she doesn't wanna deal with that either.
Aubrey's POV
I try to keep myself busy around the yard while I wait for Filip to get back. Each moment that passes drags on and I grow more worried. When I finally hear Filip's bike pull onto my block, my heart races. He parks in the driveway and I'm relieved he's alone until I see the forming bruises on his face.
"What the fuck did he do?" More angry than I intended.
"Calm down Bree. It's all good. We were just talking." He reassures me. I reach out and lightly touch the violet colored skin and he flinches. I grab his hand and lead him into the house. He sits at the table while I grab him a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer and toss it to him. He leans his cheek against it and closes his eyes.
"What did he say?" I ask.
"He was pissed but Donna set him straight, well kinda. Then he told me not to hurt you and left to call your dad." He explains.
I lean against my counter and chew on my fingernail nervously. Suddenly I pushed myself away from the counter and reached for my phone.
Filip talked to Op. Play dumb when he calls you. Tell Tig & Bobby the same thing.
I send a quick warning text to Jax that goes unanswered. Tossing my phone back on the table, I help Filip pull the ice away from his face and see the extent of the damage is pretty isolated.
"Just one swing?" I ask surprised.
"Just one free shot, the rest I blocked. I'll be sore tomorrow." He says. I stand up and cross to the door, locking it. When I turn back around, he's standing in the doorway to the living room. He shrugs his kutte off and hangs it on my chair before sitting down on the couch, rolling his head back against the cushions and tossing his feet up on to my table.
I lean down in front of him and help him take off his shoes before taking a spot next to him cuddled up. We turn on a movie and sit silently waiting for my dad's phone call or visit but it never comes. Sometime during the movie my eyes grow heavy and I let them close as I lean against Filip. The distinct tone of my phone scares me awake.
Dad's pissed and drunk. You're lucky I got him into bed instead of him flying over there. We gotta talk. I'm not happy.
I frown at my brother's words.I shouldn't be upset. What did I expect? Filip's hand closes around my phone, pushing the power button and placing it on the table next to the couch.
"Don't worry about it. We'll deal with it." He says. "It'll be a few days, maybe longer but it will all work out. Now we should turn in. I got club stuff in the morning and you're eating funnel cakes with Gemma and Clay. You gotta tell them." He tells me. I look down at my hands.
"Great! I'm looking forward to it." My sarcasm makes him smile.
"What are ya more afraid of? Gemma or the clowns?" he asks
"Both, it's pretty equal." I giggle
"Let's go baby." He stands up and pulls me to the bedroom.
When we climb into bed next to each other, I wrap my leg around his bare thigh and pull myself in tight next to him. He shoots me a wicked grin when he realizes I have nothing on. His fingertips brush lightly against the bare skin on my back and immediately there's a pull in my stomach.
"Christ Bree, yer already dripping on me." His lips hungrily nip at my neck and chest, making his way to each breast and rolling the nipples between his lips, sucking and biting each one. I lie back on my back and give him full access to each breast.
His hand automatically hovers over me, fingers exploring between the folds and stopping on my clit. The feel of his tough skin rubbing across the sensitive nub has me grinding my ass into the mattress, sinking harder and faster into an intense shudder. I hear him chuckle at me and I pull his mouth to mine, keeping his face above my own with my hands . My tongue slides lazily across his bottom lip providing a single contact. I take his bottom lip between my teeth, slightly sucking it into my mouth before letting it go.
He growls and pins my hands above my head with one hand, still manipulating my pussy with his other hand. His lips crash into my own with a hungry furor. I part my lips allowing myself to taste him. He doesn't let up as he quickens the pace of his fingers inside of me, hitting that spot every time. I bend my knees and push off the bed slightly as a violent, intense orgasm rips through me. I bite his lip as I buck against his hand a couple of times before falling limply back to the mattress with his lips still covering a trail between my lips and collar bone.
He finally releases my hands and I pull his hand out of me and positioning myself under him. I don't give him a choice as I wrap my hand around his dick and lift my hips up to guide him in. As soon as he's completely inside me, I dig my nails into his back, pulling myself up to meet him all the way.
"I couldn't wait to be buried inside you tonight baby. You feel so good." He whispers in my ear. His words help me to slow down a little, taking my time as I come up to meet him. "I want you to ride me, baby." He pleads
He rolls me over the top of him and I slide slowly down on top of him, rolling my hips all the way down and grinding against him, trying to pull him further inside of me. I made sure to keep a slow and steady pace for him. His hands roamed across my nipples, pinching and pulling them with each time I pulled almost off of him. I sat there like that a moment, letting just the tip of him inside me, flexing against him before crashing down on top of him. One hand slid to my hip and the other between us as he pressed his thumb against my clit matching the increasing rhythm I kept. Soon my muscles were clenching against him. Just as I slammed against him again, grinding into him, we both exploded. I raked my fingers down his chest as he gripped my ass in both hands pulling me down on him farther.
"Now I'm really gonna be sore tomorrow." He laughs at me as I climb off of him and collapse on the bed on my side. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls himself up against me from behind.
"It's not my fault you can't keep up with me old man." My voice is raspy and my breathing jagged.
"Yer gonna get me going again with all that sweet little girl talk." He teases. I push my ass back against him and feel him start to harden.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I am a sweet little girl." His hand already starts to slide down my stomach, pulling me into him. "Mmmmm what are you doing?" I moan.
"Showing you who can't keep up." His husky voice is seductive. He groans slightly when he reaches between my legs and traces a finger along my slit. I already feel myself responding to his touch. I reach behind my back and find that his dick is already rock hard again. I roll over to my stomach and push myself off the bed to climb back on top of him. This time, he sits up with his back against the wall as I straddle his lap. His strong hands grip my sides under my breasts and pulls each one to his mouth, one at a time.
I quickly pull him back inside of me and instead of taking my time, I quicken my pace, gliding up and down on him and listening to him moan against my nipple. I bury my hands in his hair, pulling his mouth on to me and encouraging his rough sucking and biting.
He doesn't hesitate, pushing me down onto the bed. He crawls on top of me pulling my leg up as high as he can so he can go deeper with each thrust. I squeal as he slams into me one last time. Another orgasm sends spasms throughout my body. As soon as he lays down next to me and pulls me to him, I fall asleep. A deep, satisfied sleep.