Brandon

  Brandon

  The Son’s Of The Apocalypse MC

  Book 3

  Roxanne Greening

  Text Copyright© 2016

  Roxanne Greening

  All Rights Reserved

  To My Husband And Kids For Their Love And Support I Couldn’t Have Done It Without Them.

  Prologue

  Brandon ripped the shirt from my body. The rest of my clothes were saved the same fate. Thanks to quick thinking. When he touched me my brain short circuited. I could literally feel the smoke as my brain fried. I have never felt anything like this.

  His moves were practiced. Something that should have bothered me. Well, maybe a little. But I got all the rewards. His lips wrapped around my nipple as he slammed two fingers into my pussy. It both hurt and felt amazing.

  This was the first time anyone other than me has touched me there. I felt my hips rock into his hand on their own accord. His suckles became harder as he pressed the palm of his hand into my clit. My orgasm crashed over me instantly.

  It would have been embarrassing really if all cylinders were firing. I felt him remove his fingers. Then I was being turned around. His hand pressed between my shoulder blades. Forcing my upper half into the bed. He pulled my hips into the air and slammed his cock into my pussy.

  I screamed in both pain and pleasure. It was to much. The fine line between both pleasure and pain was almost nonexistent. Before I could adjust to this feeling of being stuffed to my limits and more. He was pulling back. Then he was slamming back into me. Over and over he pulled out only to slam home again. His thrust became harder and harder.

  One of his hands found their way into my hair. Pulling my head back he put the other hand on my clit and rubbed his fingers in little circles over it. I screamed so loud I lost my voice. I couldn’t stop screaming as he just took and took.

  I have never orgasmed so much in my life. This was amazing. I would have thought I was dreaming had it not been for the slight pain mixed with the pleasure. I felt him swell slightly inside me. My eyes widen in shock.

  How could he possibly get bigger? There was no way this was going to work I opened my mouth to tell him just that when another orgasm rushed over me. Triggering Brandon’s as well. He growled loudly and said a name.

  Just not my name. When I started to come down from my high it hit me like a slap to the face. He yelled Ella’s name not mine. Not Livie. Ella. I feel tears well in my eyes. I just gave him something I can never get back.

  There were no take backs here. I thought. Well I don’t know what I thought. He was drunk and I was blissfully not. Oh how I wish the ground would swallow me whole right now. “That was great Darling. You know where the door’s at. Thank you.” he kisses the back of my head.

  Not another word is spoken as he pulls out and lays down on his bed. I pick up my clothes. My eyes full of tears. I look at my ruined shirt and put it in my back pocket. Snatching one of his I walk to the door head held high.

  I would show no weakness. I felt gutted. Used like a whore. So this was the walk of shame. It wasn’t enough I had just been used and thrown away like trash now I had witnesses to my shame. My head dropped and pulling it back up wasn’t something I could bring myself to do so I kept my head down as I walked the rest of the way to the door. I refuse to look at anyone and I refuse to run.

  Closing the door behind me I promise myself to forget that asshole. That man whore. I should have listened to Ella and Tessa. They warned me away and I didn’t listen. I would tell no one about this. This was my shame and burden to bare. Turning the car in the direction of home I finally let the tears fall.

  Chapter 1

  Livie

  Three months later…

  The first time I had laid eyes on Brandon I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. It wasn’t my first trip to the club house. Being the twins teacher in a sense. They were too young for preschool. What with them only being two years old and all. But they were both smart.

  So smart I was hired to help nurture that intelligence. Keep the fire burning so to speak. I was sitting there with Ella and Tessa when he walked in. Brandon was like a mirage. I had never seen anyone like him.

  “Livie are you listening to me?” Ella asks with a laugh.

  Being pulled from the memories of a sweeter innocent me. The one who looked at him with doe eyes. That girl learned a hard lesson. That lesson didn’t get any easier either.

  Like all the mornings I woke up sick. The test that came back positive. Yeah I learned all right. “Hmm?” I respond.

  “I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping with Tessa and I? The boys need new clothes.” Ella asks with a smile.

  I use to be all smiles and sweetness. Now I was bitter and angry. Giggles erupted from the bar. I look at him. I can’t help it. There was a girl hanging all over him. Long blond hair just like Ella’s. I wonder if they know about his little fetish.

  Guess I should be proud. My short layered red hair was cut from a different cloth. Yet he took me to his bed. I watch his hand slip up her barely there skirt. I snarl in anger. I fucking hate him. The hate I had for him was unnatural. Unparalleled even. He even has me cussing. Something I never did before.

  “Livie. Just stay away from Brandon.” Ella says gently. “You don’t want what he has to offer.” she finishes.

  “Why do you want him?” I snap at her. Instantly I feel like shit. “Ella I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. I didn’t.” I say shaking my head.

  Ella waves my apology away. She was so nice. I was an asshole. I couldn’t seem to stop it. Jace came into the room. And walked over to Ella. Kissing her on the head in passing. I sigh in longing. Stupid really. I was stupid.

  Ella was already showing at four months along. I wasn’t far behind her. I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret much longer.

  Every time I go to tell him about the baby another one of his harem comes over and cops a feel. I end up spewing my anger all over him. Not that I’m bitter or anything. I dream of beating a frying pan over his head. Yeah no bitterness here.

  I haven’t told the girls because I wasn’t sure what to tell them. I don’t want them to know about that night. I wish I didn’t know about that night. I wish I could say I was drunk. Another giggle has my eyes straying back over his way.

  I hate him! He was basically fucking her right there in front of me. “We need to get her a date or something.” I could hear Tessa say.

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I already had a close up of what men are really like. Could I sit through a dinner maybe a movie knowing what was under the facade?

  I get it now. I know what men want. I already experienced it once and once was enough to last a life time literally. I think of the baby. My reward for being such a good lay. I snort to myself. Yeah it was great but I think I’ll stick to my vibrator in the future.

  I got all I need from men in this life. I got a kid and sex for the first time. Yeah I’m good. “Yeah maybe this guy I met at the store.” Ella says loudly. I frown at her. Really do we need to announce that shit?

  “Who would that be? Is he good enough for our Livie?” Tessa says louder.

  There was a thump and a growl. I looked back in Brandon’s direction and he was glaring our way. The blond that was in his lap now lay sprawled on the floor. I fight a smile and lose. It was funny and if I was a nicer person I would stop. But I was no longer a nice person.

  Brandon killed all the sugar and left just the spice. I let out another snort I can’t seem to help it. I crack myself up sometimes. We seem to have Brandon’s full attention and because I like to give him the big fuck you I tell the girls. “Sure sounds like a good time.”

  After the words leave my mouth I wonder who was the winner here. I didn’t want to go out any more than Brand
on seemed to want me to. The weird part of this whole thing is I thought he didn’t remember. It almost made it bearable.

  The thought that he didn’t remember our night together. Was one thing. But if he did and this is how he treated me. Well he would be worse than I thought. He would be the lowest of the low the bottom of the scum. The scum from the bottom of the pound would be too good for him.

  I get the feeling the girls may have picked up on something. From either Brandon or I. I’m not sure which. We were both acting like asses. He was of course the bigger ass. Me being the wounded soldier in all this.

  Sure at one time I would have been down right giddy that he wanted me. Now well I wish I could have smacked some sense into myself and stayed far far away from that woman eating, heart breaking, self conceited asshole.

  I have no idea why he gets all growly when men and me come up in the same sentence. He has a thing for Ella that I’m not sure he will ever grow out of. Honestly he was like a child who has had his favorite desired toy taken out of reach.

  She was obviously pregnant with another mans child. She doesn’t want him and has made that very clear. Yet he pines after her like dumbass. Ugh listen to me curse this, cuss that. I glare at him this is all his fault.

  I’m just glad I haven’t said any of those cuss words out loud. I look at Ella and Tessa. I wanted what they have. The stupid girl that lived in me wanted to be loved and spoiled. That I know now is for those select few. I have come to terms with my lack of dream come true dust.

  I don’t have a fairy godmother or a magic pixie I honestly believe these two have. I think if I did I got a defective one. Who it seems got it ass backwards. I mean I’m pregnant with the man my dream’s where made of child. Yet he doesn’t want me. Really? Thank you my fucked up friend.

  Please refrain from helping me in the future. It would be much appreciated. Better yet keep a good thirty feet distance between us at all times.

  “Come on Livie lets go get the twins some new clothes.” Ella begs while tugging on my arm.

  Baby shopping seemed like heaven and hell. I would need to start planning this and I both can’t wait and wish it would never ever happen. I was going to do this alone. They had men who wanted this I had a whore who wanted more women.

  I think I got the shit end of the deal all the way around. I glance at him again. He was once again sitting at the bar. The girl was sitting next to him. He was glaring at our table again. I sigh. I feel like the world is sitting on me not the other way around.

  He still watches Ella. It makes me feel slightly sick. Really sick. Getting up I try to make slow progress to the bathroom. I don’t want anyone to know something is wrong. But my feet move a little faster. It was coming up whether I wanted it to or not.

  I guess I couldn’t dictate it. I literally take off running. The bathroom. I need to get to the bathroom. I could see the door right there almost in reach. Then there’s a barely dressed woman in front of me. Standing right in my way.

  I look at her. Ahh one of Brandon’s harem. I would have laughed if I didn’t feel my stomach coming up my throat. I go to step around her but she once again is in front of me. Ugh why won’t she get out of my way.

  With one last attempt and getting nowhere I lose the battle. Everything comes up forcefully. I projectile vomit all over her. It splashes all over her chest and skirt. I think a few drops found their way to her face.

  She screams. I can only sink to my knees worn out. It takes a lot out of you. I feel tired really really tired. I will laugh about this all later. I really would. Right now I just want the energy to get up and go to the bathroom.

  Help I needed help. I look up and Jesse was standing in front of me. Without a word he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom. I feel like crying. I want to wail like a baby. Why couldn’t I want him. Jesse would have been everything and more.

  You could see it all over his face. It almost looked ingrained in his very DNA. But no I was a glutton for punishment. Brandon was still the only man I wanted.

  “Here Livie. It’s okay.” he says after depositing me on the counter and then proceeds to wipe my tears.

  This only makes me cry harder. He was taking care of me. It hurt. It hurt that he wanted to do this for me. I slobber all over him. Snot running down my face and onto his shirt as I grab onto it with dear life and cry.

  He pats my back awkwardly. I guess I would have done the same if I was in his shoes. Well after I laughed that is.

  “I can take you home Livie. Lets just get you cleaned up.” he says gently. Then proceeds to do just that.

  I watch through watery eyes as he wets a few paper towels and then starts wiping my face and shirt. I was a mess. A nasty mess. Those thoughts only make me want to cry harder. The door opens behind Jesse. Tessa and Ella shuffle in.

  Both there eyes were red rimmed. Like they had been crying. “We’re sorry Livie.” Ella says.

  Tessa nods and adds. “We would have been in here sooner but we were having a hard time getting up.”

  Ella nods her head then adds. “We couldn’t stop laughing. Don’t worry Tessa recorded it for you. Well, the ending anyway.” They both start laughing again.

  “You should have seen her face Livie” Tessa says laughing harder.

  Ella makes a shocked face then she starts to resemble a fish out of water. Mouth opening and closing. Shaking and flopping a little. Still standing though. I start laughing too. I honestly can’t wait to see the video now. I’m a horrible horrible person.

  But sometimes being horrible is fun. Fucking amazing even. Because there are moments like this that makes it all worth while. I think it would even make the sweetest of people a little horrible. Having friends like them make this almost bearable.

  Chapter 2

  Brandon

  I have been having dreams of some red haired goddess bent over my bed. But for the life of I can’t figure out why. Blondes. I only do blondes. My eyes stray back over to Ella’s table. She looks beautiful with her rounded stomach.

  My eyes shift to her. To Livie. I can’t seem to help myself. She was a beautiful woman. Not the kind I normally go for. But I feel possessive of her. Like she’s mine or some shit. It’s almost laughable. The only one I want is Ella.

  I don’t know what the fuck came over me. They were talking about Livie dating some guy and I felt the urge to go over there beat on my chest and throw her over my shoulder like a fucking cave man. There’s absolutely no reason for this bullshit.

  Livie is a spitfire. No where near what I desire in an old lady. Her snarky bitchy attitude makes me want to shove a cock into her mouth. She uses it enough I wonder if she’s any good using it in other ways.

  Just like that I’m hard enough to pound rail road spikes. She was smiling at me like the cat who ate the canary. I snarl at her in anger. Yeah you win this one. Turning I sit back down at the bar. The girl who a few minutes ago was getting acquainted with my hand is sitting next to me at the bar pouting.

  Fucking Livie. She ruined the moment and my good mood. This chicks panties were nice and wet. I was all ready to take her to my room and pound my way to oblivion. But the very idea another man was going to get a chance at what was mine.

  Wait mine? I don’t fucking think so. I glare at her in anger. I have no fucking clue what she was doing to me but it needed to stop right fucking now. I shift my eyes back to Ella. She was everything to me I thought she was mine.

  Not anymore I waited to long. That prick Jace came in and scooped her up. I fucking hated him. I had a moment when we thought Jace was dead. I was looking at the whole thing like an opportunity. Ella would finally be mine.

  Yeah I’m a prick. I look at her rounded stomach again and feel the urge to kill. Mainly Jace. I wanted nothing more than to kill him. Take back what he stole from me. Even go as far as to raise his child. Catching a streak of red out of the corner of my eye has my head turning in the direction it went.

  I watch Livie rush in the direction of the bathroom. Then
some whore steps in front of her. I can’t remember their names. Yeah I’m an asshole. Livie vomits all over her before sinking to the floor. I feel the urge to get up and go to her.

  Forcing myself to stay in place as Jesse picks her up. I watch him carry her to the bathroom. My fist clench in anger. He was touching what was mine. Standing to follow them I take a step in that direction when the pouting woman to my right starts to grab at my dick.

  Halting me in my tracks. Her hand snakes into my pants and starts stroking my cock. All thoughts of Livie and Jesse evaporate. All I can think about is this chicks pussy and how fast I can get into it. Grabbing her arm I pull it from my pants.

  Dragging her to my room and slamming the door behind us. I proceed to fuck her brains out. Trying to kill any desire I have for the red headed demon we call Livie. I fucked her in every position I can think of over and over.

  My desire for Livie doesn’t dissipate not even a little. “Thanks now get the fuck out.” I tell her. Closing my eyes I hear the door close before sinking into oblivion.

  Chapter 3

  Livie

  When I can finally leave the bathroom it’s to come face to face with the harsh reality. Brandon and the whore who was all but fucking him a few minutes ago were gone. He took her to his room. The same room he took me.

  Fucking her in the same bed he fucked me. The very same bed he took so many others and I let him like the fool I was. I feel a slight stab in my chest and anger surges through me. How can I feel anything for him.

  He made it clear he feels nothing for me. He left with her knowing I was sick. Didn’t even bother to check on me. Yet here I was slightly hurt. I thought I put those feelings to rest. No one told my heart that I guess.

  I don’t know why people fall in love when they know it’s only going to end in heart break. It hurts yet we still do it. Stupid heart, stupid me. I fell in love with that ass and it seems I can’t take it back. No matter how much he stabs at me it seems.