1 Week Later
I miss your angel eyes and that sexy ass of yours.
I smile at the text from Filip.
Then get your ass back home to us daddy. Doctor said we could do all those nasty things you wanna do.
I toss my phone on the coffee table and go back to the mounds of laundry in front of me. The house is eerily quiet and my nerves have me on edge. I'd tried distracting myself with every possible chore I could think of. Filip hadn't been home for more than an hour or two for the last week, spending most of his time at the warehouse.
My phone buzzes to life next to me. I reach for it without looking and answer. "Just come home and fuck me before the kids wake up." I whine into the phone.
"I think I'll pass." My brother's irritated voice hits me and I sit up straight.
"Oops. I thought it was Filip." I feel the heat creep into my face. "What's going on?"
"Lockdown. I'm on my way over to get you guys. I'll explain when I get there." He keeps it short before hanging up. My brother had been over almost every night. Ellie and Kenny were with Mary and I knew he couldn't stand being alone. My concern grew the more he pulled away.
My phone rang again and I picked it up. "Yeah."
"Love, I'm on my way." Just Filip's voice was enough to pull me out of my anxiety. "Ya get a call from yer brother?"
"Yeah, he's on his way too. I'm getting stuff together." I drop the clothes in my hand on the bed and sit down. "How bad is it?"
"Not sure yet baby." He sounds distant. "I'll be there soon. Stay there with Op till I get there."
Within ten minutes, my house is filled with worried bikers. I hand bags to the two prospects with an apologetic smile. Filip notices my shaking hands when I return to the bedroom. He closes the door behind us and pulls me to his chest.
"I don't know if I can keep doing this." I tell him.
"I know baby, I know." He comforts me.
"Threats to old ladies? I may not have your crow yet but giving birth to your kids puts a target on all of us." I push away from him, crossing over to the window.
Outside, my brother directs the guys loading the van. I can see Tara and Gemma emerging from their house down the street, prospects rushing to help them.
"We'll keep ya safe." Filip says from right behind me. He wraps his arms around me.
"When you say we, you mean the club?" I try to bite back my anger. "Clay's club. The man that killed my sister, my uncle? That's the man I'm supposed to trust to keep me safe."
"I ain't lettin anythin happen ta ya." He whispers, kissing my neck. "I'll protect ya from anyone."
"And if Clay sees me as a threat?" I turn to look up at him.
"I'll kill im." There's no hesitation in his eyes. His answer only provides a small relief.
I lean against the bar, watching everyone file in. The looks on their faces tell a story no one wants to hear. It was a rough day for everyone. I needed to move, to get away from it all. The disgust and anger building as it had for weeks.
"I'm gonna keep the kids with me tonight." Tara offers as she pulls up a stool next to me. "You and Filip need some time together." She nods over her shoulder to where he stood huddled together with my brothers. Something weighed on him and I could tell he was distracted.
"No, I'm good." I tell her coldly. "I'm sure he's got club shit tonight."
She doesn't argue but I see the confusion on her face. I sit there staring at the wall in front of me without a word.
"Where's pop?" Opie asks, leaning against the bar next to me.
"Don't know." I sigh.
"You ok?" He leans back to look me in the eyes. Angry tears prick at my eyes.
"Just fucking great." I mutter, pushing myself off the stool. "I should check on the kids."
Both the kids are sleeping when I get into the room. Every time I looked at my babies, I couldn't help but wonder if Tara had the right idea. With Clay at the head of the table, anyone who disagreed with him was in danger. Even the threat on Tara sounded more like a club threat than anything to do with the new business. Filip and my dad voted against the drugs. It was only a matter of time before Clay would see them as a threat.
Filip opens the door quietly. I don't look up at him, afraid of letting him see the terrifying thoughts I was struggling with. Instead, I watched my children as they slept.
I was already starting to notice the differences in the twins. Micha is happy-go-lucky and outgoing. She was constantly moving and never stopped cooing. Ian is more observant and still. He would stare at everything around him, saving his "talking" for playtime only. Concentrating on these two was the only thing keeping me sane.
"Opie's worried." Filip shrugs off his cut, hanging it on the end of the bed. He starts to unbutton his shirt and walks to the bathroom.
"At least someone is." The anger slips out.
He slams his fist against the dresser. "You don't think I am?" He shouts. Neither of the kids flinch.
"I wouldn't know because you're never home." I finally look up at him, letting the tears escape. "I'm by myself."
"I'd rather be home with ya." He softens a little, coming to sit next to me on the bed. "Only thing I want is to be holding ya, every night."
"That's great." I tell him. "Doesn't do me a damn bit of good."
He pushes me back on the bed, pinning my hands above my head. "I don't blame ya fer bein mad, fer worryin about all this shit hangin over us, but I'll be damned if I let ya push me away again."
"I'm not. . ." He cuts me off with a needy kiss, covering my body with his own.
"Shut up and let me fuck you." He says between kisses. The moment his lips hit the skin on my neck, an overpowering hunger hits me. I struggle against his hold, trying desperately to get my hands on him.
A knock at the door interrupts us. Filip groans loudly before pushing himself off of me. I close my eyes, struggling to get my breathing back under control. When Filip opens the door, I'm surprised to see Tara.
"I wanted to see if Bree had changed her mind." She whispers. "About taking the kids?"
Filip looks over to me. "Yeah, that would be great." I pull myself together and start to get the stuff ready for her. Filip offers to help Tara get the kids settled in Jax's dorm. He tells me to relax. I decide a shower is the only thing to take the edge off.
The hot water provides instant relief to my aching muscles. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have Filip's hands all over me. The growing ache deep inside me begged for release. As the water fell over my body, I let my hands wander. A blast of cool air shocks me and I spin around in time to fall against Filip. He chuckles as he pushes me backwards under the water.
"I'm sorry." I whisper against his chest, kissing a trail up to his neck. "I'm just scared."
"I know ya are." His hands wander over my body, quickly erasing the earlier tension. I melt against him and let him take over.
He takes his time washing my hair, massaging as he went. The effect was almost instant. I close my eyes; a deep moan escapes as his hands work along my neck to my shoulders. I move my hair to the side, enjoying the feel of his hands along my bare skin. The heat of the shower and his skin against mine has me dizzy.
I reach down, turning off the water. He looks dazed as I pull on his hand, leading him back out to his room. "I need ta feel ya baby." He murmurs, burying his face in my neck. I toss my head back, allowing him full access to my collarbone.
I stare up into his chocolate eyes, letting them work their magic on my last bit of sanity. His hand runs over my ass and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, my mouth crashing against his.
"I don't think I can be gentle baby." He growls near my ear. "Been too long." He wraps his hand in my hair and pulled my head back. He studies my eyes, asking for permission.
"Fuck me Filip." I plead, digging my nails into the skin on his back. "Please."
He sets me down and spins me around. I lean over the end of the bed, peeking over my shoulder at him. He grabs my hips and slams into me with a groan. My body shudders as he slides in and out of me with an insane rhythm. It only takes a moment before my knees buckle under me as I come apart.
Filip pushes me onto the bed, molding his body against mine as he picks up his pace. I bury my face in the mattress to stifle the obscene moans that he brings out of me. "Jeysus Bree." He sighs in my ear. "I missed your pussy."
I push my ass off the bed and back into him as he explodes inside of me, his body going limp around mine. He slides off of me but doesn't let go, pulling me next to him. I roll over to my back and he covers me with his body. "Missed my pussy hu?" I tease, playing with his hair. He settles between my legs, kissing my stomach and chest.
"Mmhmm." He agrees lazily. His mouth claiming every inch of my skin. I was wide awake and already craving more of him.
"I'm sure Lila could have directed you to a few porn stars that would have been more than happy to meet your needs." His head shoots up and he pushes himself off the bed to lean over me.
"I'm not yer brothers." He kisses my neck. I feel his hard dick push against me. My legs relax, allowing him to slide into me again. I arch my back off the bed as he wraps his arm under me. "This is the only place I belong." I curl my leg over his as he buries himself inside of me. He holds me against him as he grinds into me. "Ya understand me, love?"
I don't answer, getting lost in the way his hips move. He watches me with wide eyes, desperate to make me understand. I kiss him allowing my lips to give him the reassurance he needs.