Okay my peeps! Whoo, almost forgot to upload this today, its been a crazy day! But fear not—I remembered! Remember back when I told you that my comp went kablewy and I lost this story and the sequel and everything else I had been working on but my friend (you rock babe!) had a copy of an earlier version? Well, I haven't had time to go over these ones that much, so forgive me if there are any mistakes or anything. If something doesn't make sense, please put it in a review and I will bust butt to fix it!
On with the story…..
Chapter 12
Billy was all over her the minute the front door closed behind them. He swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom as he kissed her with all of the pent up hunger of the last few weeks. Without wasting any time, he tossed her onto the bed, making her bounce before he was on top of her and kissing her once again as he roughly pulled her clothes off.
'Billy—" she panted as soon as she was able to tear her mouth away, "Let me—"
He didn't give her a chance to speak before covering her mouth with his own and shoving his tongue into her mouth as he ripped her light grey skirt off of her hips and down her legs. Her white button-up blouse met the same fate as he tore it open and buttons flew everywhere, pinging off of the nightstand and onto the floor. He sat up suddenly and gripped her bra in both hands, tearing it down the middle before he did the same to her panties.
She was starting to get a little frightened at this point. Sure, he had been rough with her before, but something about his attitude now seemed off somehow and she couldn't explain what was different about it. It was if he didn't recognize her, like he didn't really see her.
Before she could really put her thoughts into words, she felt him bring her legs up in the air and thrust into her and tears immediately sprang into her eyes as she bit her lip to muffle her scream. On the one hand, it had been so long since she felt him like this, but on the other, she was not as wet as she usually was and feeling him enter her after going without sex for so long made it hurt. He didn't seem to realize that she was feeling some pain because he started pulling out and shoving himself deeper.
She tried to relax, breathing deeply after gasping with his every lunge, but the pain was only worsening, making her curl her hands into fists and pushing at his chest to make him stop. Finally, he seemed to notice and he stopped, looking down at her with narrowed eyes as he grunted, "What's wrong?"
"It hurts." She whimpered as he pushed in again.
Her words with a quiet whimper seemed to snap him out of his mood. He lowered her legs down and bent over her as he kissed her again, much softer this time, "I'm sorry baby." He whispered in her ear as he started licking her neck as his hands roved over her body.
Fuck, he hadn't meant to hurt her, but he was just caught in the grip of needing her so badly, needing to re-stake his claim on her so much that he hadn't stopped to think or to arouse her as he should have. A mistake he set out to rectify right away. He pulled out of her as he run his tongue down her body, tasting the saltiness of her skin and the sweet flavor that seemed to exude from her every pore until his mouth reached her pussy. Wedging his shoulders between her legs and splaying her thighs wide, he inhaled her scent deep into his lungs before examining her to make sure he hadn't ripped her again with his stupidity.
Relieved that wasn't the case, he ran his mouth in sucking kisses down the length of her slit before circling her entrance lightly, making her sigh and relax. He continued his ministrations slowly and methodically, bringing her to the edge of her release, but not letting her tip over before he raised himself up on his hands and knees and entered her with a strong thrust.
He started a slow rocking motion when he noticed that there were tears on her cheeks again. Stopping halfway in, he asked her gruffly, "Still hurt baby?"
Chris shook her head and circled his thick neck with her arms as she kissed him right above his adam's apple as she whispered, "I just missed you so much…I missed this." In response to her words, he kissed her deeply as he settled his full weight on her, clutching her close to his body as he continued to fuck her deeply and slowly.
All too soon, she was begging him to fuck her harder and with a growl, he threw her legs up onto his shoulders and let loose, hammering his hips into hers hard enough to cause bruises on the tender flesh of her inner thighs, not that she was complaining. She got a little nervous though when his hand gripped her throat, squeezing slightly as he kept his eyes locked with hers.
She didn't try to stop him, she knew already that he was very dominant in bed and she was happy to give that to him. She knew he would stop if she asked him too, but she didn't, not yet. He squeezed softly, just enough for her to catch her breath in her throat and after a moment, he let go and kissed her. He leaned up on his knees and ran his lips over her leg as he slowed down the pace, still hitting her deep and hard, but not as fast as before while his hand trailed down to her clit and started pressing it and circling with his thumb, sending her over the edge within moments.
He kept fucking her as she climaxed around him. When she calmed down, he pulled out suddenly and flipped her over onto her stomach as he smacked her ass lightly while growling, "Head down and ass up baby."
She assumed his favorite position without even having to think about it and he pushed back in as his fingers rubbed over her back entrance. He reached over to the nightstand and retrieved the lube without breaking his rhythm in her. He prepared her first for a while before sliding out of her pussy and into her ass. Settling over her on his hands braced on the bed at her sides, he started moving fast and deep, wanting to finish now.
Losing himself in the moment as he grunted and hissed, he clutched at her with one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip as he started pulling her back into his stroke. "Feel that baby?" he whispered to her as his hand left her shoulder and circled her throat again, "I'm gonna cum in your ass baby!" he hissed as he felt it getting closer, speeding up and stroking hard in his excitement. He was getting off by her ass just as much as knowing that he literally held her life in his hands at that moment, that she trusted him totally.
"Billy!" she gasped as she came again.
"That's it baby, here it comes! Ahhh—fuck!" he grunted deeply as he erupted, spewing his cum deep into her bowls. Throwing his head back, he moaned loudly as it seemed to go on and on until he felt so weak that he collapsed against Chris's back, sending her into the mattress.
They both laid there for a few minutes, still joined and panting before he rolled over to the side and pulled her against him, kissing her forehead before laying back and taking a deep breath. He felt that he should say something about how the night had started off, but damned if he knew what to say.
Chris was content to lay there with her head buried in Billy's neck, breathing in the scent that she found out these last weeks, she couldn't sleep without as her fingers traced his tribal tattoo on his shoulder. She was just about to drift off when his voice brought her back from the limbo between sleep and wakefulness.
"You're mine." He said softly, "You know that right?"
"Of course." She said with a smile.
"I didn't mean to get that way with ya. I didn't mean to hurt ya." He said even more quietly as his hand traveled over her head, smoothing and playing with her hair.
"I know baby." She kissed his shoulder where it met his chest.
"I just—" he blew out a harsh breath, "It was just so long since—"
She propped herself up on her elbow and leaned over to kiss him softly to silence him. After she broke the kiss, she told him, "I know Billy. You wanted to reclaim me. I know its not very PC to say, but I am your girl, your property just as much as you're mine. I guess we just aren't very PC kind of people." She grinned.
He chuckled, relieved that she understood without him having to put it into words. No it wasn't very PC but she was his property just as much as he was hers. They had both wanted to reestablish that apparently. Kissing her softly, he still asked, "You okay?"
"Umm—very." She grinned again before leaning down to flick her tongue over his left nipple, making him shiver. Trailing kisses all over his chest, her hand slid down to his awakening cock as she whispered against his skin, "I still feel a bit of a need to put some more claiming on you though."
"Oh really?" he asked with a grin as her head moved down his body, making him catch his breath when he felt her breath against his cock.
"Yeah." She said simply before pulling away from him and jumping out of the bed, heading for the shower, "I'm going to take a shower, what to join?" She let out a small shriek of laughter as Billy jumped up and swept her in his arms bridal style before heading towards the bathroom.
Two weeks later, Chris sighed as she slipped into the hot water of her bath, trying desperately to relax her sore muscles. Billy had just left to do his night shift at the underpass, and she was already missing him. It was an odd feeling. Part of her was just a little glad that he wasn't in the house. Since the day after his release, he had been acting differently with her than he had before. While he had always been moody, she was usually able to bring him out of his anger successfully, but lately, nothing she did made a difference.
He was in turns, cold and distant—even suspicious of her and the next minute, calm and gentle. He questioned her every move now and it was starting to take its toll on her nerves. While she had nothing to hide from him, he acted as if she were lying when he would ask where she was and she would answer him and she wasn't appreciating it one little bit.
She knew that he had been having doubts while in jail, she had gotten him to confess that much. He had flat out asked her if she would have eventually crawled into another man's bed if he had really been sent up, if things had not turned out like they had. She had tried to explain to him that the way she felt about him was because of him, not his skills in the bedroom. That while their sex life was fabulous, it would never mean the same thing with anyone else and she had no desire to find out.
He seemed to accept that on some level, but he was still acting even more jealous and possessive than he had before if that were possible. Just that afternoon, he had almost punched Joe for getting into one of their play fights like he and Chris always did before dragging her to the bedroom and fucking her into conniptions. She sighed and sniffed back the burn of the tears that threatened as she thought about it. He had been very rough and demanding, taking her in every orifice and in several positions while keeping a firm grip on her throat, periodically cutting off her air. She had bruises all over from the grip of his fingers and her ass burned from his not using enough of the lubricant.
She didn't know how much longer things could go on like they were. She knew he had to be thinking that she would betray him like Julie had done the minute that the jailhouse doors closed behind him, and she just didn't know what else she could do to prove to him that she wasn't that faithless bitch. She had been making no real protest to his handling in bed, thinking that he would eventually get over whatever was going on in his head but she was starting to think that he wouldn't.
She leaned her head back against the rim of the tub and placed a hand over her eyes as she sniffled again. A knock on the closed bathroom door dragged her out of her thoughts and she cleared her throat before asking, "Yeah Joe?" She knew it had to be him since no one else was in the house.
"I'm heading out. Is there anything you need?" he asked through the door.
"No, I'm fine thanks." She answered him as she started to wash herself before the water grew cold.
He didn't say anything for a minute, making her think he had left, before she heard him asked softly with concern, "You okay?"
She smiled bitterly as a tear escaped and trickled down her cheek. She and Joe had grown closer since Billy was in jail and he really was like her little brother now. She knew he had to have heard her and Billy having sex that afternoon and probably had a good idea what was going on.
"I'm fine Joe-Joe." She said anyway, even when she just wanted to break-down and sob everything out on his shoulder. She couldn't though. She wouldn't come between the brothers and Joe would definitely try to take Billy to task for his treatment of her for the last two weeks, especially today.
"You sure?" he asked, sounding skeptical and unsure.
She cleared her throat to swallow the lump lodged there before saying with more conviction than her previous attempt, "I'm sure Joe. I'm fine."
"Alright." He said, still sounding uneasy, "Call me if you need anything and Jamie is gonna stay with ya okay?"
She almost snorted. She knew that the official reason that one of the guys was always with her was because Billy was still looking for the men that had tried to kidnap her out of the Four Roses, but she privately thought recently that it was more to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn't slipping some other man in here while Billy was working.
She had quietly asked around after overhearing Chrystal and that man at the bar, and she had found out that he was a small time criminal from Medford and Chrystal had hooked up with him a few weeks after Chris had moved out of the apartment. He was no where near involved in a gang and that his name was Donnie Brighton.
She hadn't talked to Chrystal, so she hadn't been able to confront her for what she had tried to do. She knew in her heart that this was the end of her friendship with the other girl, but there was no help for it. Chris was still undecided though as to whether she should tell her dad and Gemma or not. She no longer felt anything but anger and disgust for Chrystal, but she knew how her dad would react. It would cause an uproar for the club like no one had ever seen. Chrystal's dad Otto was still an important man within the Son's even from prison, and to tell him that his daughter had tried to arrange the kidnapping and probable rape of the President of the clubs daughter would shame him publicly within the ranks.
She also knew that there were quite a few of the Son's, like her step-brother Jax, Tig Trager and Happy, that would have no problem killing Chrystal for what she tried to do. Chris just couldn't cause her family that kind of trauma. Otto was a good man. He had always been like a second dad to Chris and knowing what his daughter, his only child, tried to do would destroy him especially since Chrystal was the only thing he had left of his beloved wife Luanne.
So she had kept her mouth shut every week when Gemma called like clockwork. They didn't know about the state of her relationship with Billy either, only knowing that Billy was released and the case dismissed. Chris shuddered to think what the men she grew up with would say and do if they found out how rough Billy was treating her.
She finished her bath and dried off. Dressing in a large t-shirt and a pair of booty shorts, knowing that it would probably irk Billy to find her wearing anything to bed but her skin, she crawled into their bed and lay there for only a few minutes before sleep claimed her.
Billy watched as Joe pulled up in the Mustang looking troubled. "What's up?" Billy asked a little indifferently as the customer before him scurried away.
"We need to talk." Joe said seriously.
Billy sighed and scrubbed a hand over the back of his scalp. He knew what Joe wanted to talk about. That afternoon, Billy had walked into the apartment and saw Joe and Chris wrestling. Billy had gone ape-shit for a second and almost planted a fist in his little brother's face for touching her. His reaction was way over the top, even he had to admit that. Joe and Chris always wrestled around like a real brother and sister and Billy had never reacted so violently towards it.
"Look Joe—" he started to say but was cut off by a suddenly enraged little brother.
"No, you look Billy!" Joe yelled, his face suffused with color and his eyes narrowed into slits. If anyone were to see him now, the resemblance between the two Darley's would become very apparent. They looked so different except for when they were angry. "You have to stop doing this shit to her!"
"I didn't do anything to my girl Joe!" Billy snapped back, knowing in his heart he was lying his ass off.
"Really?" Joe spat, "You have been treating her like a piece of shit since you got out of jail! She's exhausted all the time and she has bruises all over her! Do you think for one minute that I can't see it when she winces when she moves around or sits down? Do you think I haven't noticed the bruises on her neck? Do you think I can't hear exactly what it is you do to her in your bed? Do you honestly think that every single guy in the gang doesn't know what's going on in that head of yours when you have us following her everywhere?"
Billy turned from Joe and scratched the back of his head again before sighing and putting his hands on his hips as he thought. Joe was right. The ugly fucking doubts that had crept into his head while in a jail cell were starting to win. He had tried—really fucking tried to tell himself he was just having fucked up thoughts. That Chris was not Julie and she never would be. Truthfully, in his conscious mind, he knew she was nothing like that bitch. Julie had spread her legs for anyone, but Billy knew that his girl kept her pussy just for him. He knew that as long as she loved him, her legs would remain closed for any fucker that tried to get a piece if he was ever sent up for a few years.
"Right now, your girl that you claim to love so fucking much is sitting at home in the bathtub trying to get over what you did to her tonight!" Joe ranted as he paced back and forth and fisted his hand in his hair, "Fuck Billy! You keep on like this and you are gonna lose the very fucking thing that keeps you together! Do you think that you can keep raping her and she'll just fucking take it?"
Billy, furious at that charge, swung around and shouted, "I didn't fucking rape her! I would NEVER do that!" he took a threatening step toward his little brother, but Joe stood his ground.
"You think she would tell you no?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow, "You think she would tell you to stop because you're hurting her when she is so desperate for you to get whatever the fuck you are going through out of your goddamn head?" Joe shook his head, "Nah man, Chris will let you do anything to her you want to prove to you that she loves only you! That she wants only you! You're the only one that's too stupid to realize that! But you keep up your shit and she's gonna snap, and she's gonna leave. Is that what you want?"
"No." Billy croaked in a small voice, "No, that's the last thing I want."
"Then you better get your shit together bro." Joe said, much more calmly and with a trace of sympathy in his tone now, "I know you love her man, but you gotta remember that she loves you back. And you gotta get it through your skull that she ain't that cunt Julie."
With that said, Joe turned around and walked away. He felt for Billy. Billy was his big brother and had always taken care of him and protected him no matter what, but the shit he was doing lately was just not right. Chris was good for him, good for Joe and the rest of the gang too and Billy was slowly pulling apart the family that she had made out of them all.
No sooner was Joe out of sight, Bodie pulled in to relieve Billy. Billy barely said a word as he got into the Mustang and drove off. Driving to the Office, not daring to go home yet, he walked into the chapel where he did his private thinking and dropped into a pew. Pulling out a cigarette, he blew out the smoke and placed his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward.
Joe was absolutely right in saying what he did. Billy was fucking up in a big way in his treatment of his woman. He couldn't stand the thought of the way he had been acting towards her. His gut clenched and he grew cold to think of how if he didn't stop what was going on in his head, if he didn't let go of these ugly thoughts that were whispering to him, he could very well lose her. He couldn't lose her.
Not ever.
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