Chapter 15
Hodge
Maybe she was right. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but in my mind, this was the right thing to do. She needed a home, a family, someone who would take care of her, and that’s what I just gave her. It doesn’t have to be here. It could be anywhere. Anywhere she wants to go, she’ll be protected.
I bring the cigarette to my lips and inhale as my dad walks toward me. He drops down onto the couch next to me and brings his beer to his lips.
“You might have fucked that girl up a little more,” he says.
“No. I helped her out.”
“Is that what you think you did? You don’t think forcin’ this shit on her was a little wrong?” I shake my head as I look over at him.
“She was bein’ abused, beaten, and she stuck around for fuckin’ money.”
“That’s her business, Hodge.”
“She made it my business.”
“What are you doin’ with this girl?” he asks now. I shrug my shoulders and take another drag from my cigarette.
“I wanted her to know there was more out there. That there wasn’t a good enough reason for her to stick around for that shit,” I tell him. He sighs before clapping a hand on my shoulder.
“I get it, son. I do. You think you’re makin’ the right choices with her, but I’m not so sure you are. This isn’t an easy life. This isn’t a life everyone wants to lead.”
“She doesn’t have to be here. She can go anywhere she wants, and she’ll be accepted. She’ll have a family, people who will care about her. That’s what she needs.”
“You might be right, but you also might be wrong,” he adds before standing and walking away from me. I huff out a breath and stand when she walks in with Remy. I left her out there, bare for the world to see.
Her eyes wander the room before stopping on me.
I can see it. That fire in her eyes. The way she looks at me like she could end my life if she wanted to.
She’s fucking beautiful, and she doesn’t see it.
Or she doesn’t want to see it. She’s too busy dragging herself down that she doesn’t see what I do, what any other man would see if he were as smart as me.
“You fucked up,” she hisses, the closer to me they get. Now I smirk.
“I didn’t do shit.”
“You branded me! Like fucking cattle!” She screams louder this time. Remy steps back to let this play out the way it’s going to, although I don’t even know how this is going to work out.
“No. I branded you like family.”
“We’re not family, Hodge! My family didn’t want me, and I didn’t want this,” she yells at me.
“You wanted to go back to him, though, right? You wanted to be fuckin’ used and beat on for money, yeah?” I see the flush as it comes over her. I’m pissing her off, and maybe that’s exactly what I want. I want her mad. I want her pissed off. I want that fire, and I want to feel that burn.
“You don’t know shit about me!”
“Oh, but I do.” I stand from the couch and stalk toward her slowly. “I know you’re afraid of who you really are. I know you let someone hurt you for no other reason than money. I know your real family is a bunch of shit I plan on takin’ care of,” I tell her truthfully.
“What do you mean by taking care of them?”
“Just what I said. I’m gonna rip them limb from limb for what they did to you.”
“Why?” I step closer, raising my hand and cupping her cheek.
“Have you learned nothin’ about me, Kemah?”
“I’ve learned you’re crazy as fuck.” I chuckle.
“That I am. But I know you know so much more about me than that. And you understand exactly why I’m gonna do the things I’m gonna do.”
“But why?”
“Because you deserve someone who cares about you, Kemah. That’s why.”
“Are you … are you saying you care about me?” I see the look in her eyes, and it kills me that she even has to ask me that.
“Yeah, darlin’. I do. And I think deep down you already know that.
” Kemah steps back, letting my hand fall away from her face before she turns and walks away from me.
I watch her bare ass as she walks down the hall toward my room.
I sigh and follow behind her, knowing that this is the best thing for her.
I know any other chapter would be happy to have her, to take care of her.
I walk to my room and open the door to see her sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands, sobs falling from her lips. She looks up when I close the door, but she doesn’t speak.
“I know this is hard for you,” I tell her.
“The fact that you care, that you did this for me, but you don’t want me, is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with, Hodge.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you, Kemah. In a different world, maybe it would work.”
“Or if I looked different,” she adds. There’s so much adrenaline coursing through my veins from branding her that I can’t stop myself.
I storm toward her, yanking her up before spinning her to face away from me.
I shove her down, her ass staying in the air, but her upper body lying on the bed as I run my hand over her ass.
“Do you have any fuckin’ idea how sexy this brand looks on you?
” I ask more to myself than her while I hook my fingers under her thong and slide it to the side.
In no time, I have my jeans pulled off, my cock in my free hand, stroking it while slipping my fingers inside her.
She’s so goddamn wet already that I can barely think straight.
I pull my fingers out and lose all sense of self-control.
I grip my cock, line it up, and shove inside her with a groan.
Kemah moans, and that’s all I needed to hear to keep going.
It’s wrong. I know what I said to her about not fucking her, I know what I told myself, but I can’t help it with her.
I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to. Not anymore.
I grab her hips in my hands and really start to slam inside her.
“You fuckin’ like this? Is this what you wanted the whole time, darlin’? You wanted me to fuck you?” I ask her as I thrust inside her. Her pussy clenches with every single word I ask her.
“Hodge,” she whispers my name, but that’s not enough for me. She has my head fucked up. She has me fucked up.
“No, Kemah. You’re gonna scream my fuckin’ name. I want this whole fuckin’ clubhouse to know what the hell we’re in here doin’.” Now I pick up the pace. I get deeper, thrust harder.
“Hodge!” She cries out this time. That’s what I wanted to hear. I slap her ass, getting another scream in response as I fuck her good. I don’t stop either. She wanted this. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as I pump into her. Her pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me the way it is, and I want nothing more than to keep doing this. Hell, I could do this forever.
I keep going, taking her faster and harder until I can’t stand it anymore. Her pussy clenches around me, and that’s all I can take. I let go, I cum inside her, and as she releases, her legs begin to shake.
“Hodge,” she cries as her fingers turn white while she clenches the sheets. I fucking love it. I love seeing her like this.
I try to catch my breath when I pull out of her, and she stands, quickly looking for clothes to put on. I drop onto the bed and watch her until she finally turns to face me.
“Why did you do that?”
“You didn’t like it?”
“I asked you why you did that, Hodge.”
“Because I wanted to fuck you, Kemah. I wanted to show you just how fuckin’ crazy you make me.”
“You said it yourself. If you fucked me, you were keeping me.” I wave my hand through the air, dismissing her when I see the sadness in her eyes.
“It was once, Kemah.”
“You … I fucking hate you, Hodge. I wish I’d never gone back to that hospital.”