I have made the club a lot of money, not to mention, greasing the hands of those friends who pulled those strings for Cage. It gutted me when Cage and his old lady, Rose wrecked, killing them both on impact. I was stunned, Cage was an excellent rider. He taught me.
When I wasn’t away at school, I spent all my time on the back of a bike. King and I are like brothers. As tight as can be. He’s a stand-up guy and as great a prez as his father.
I sigh into my tired hands. I’d decided to help out on one of the worksites today and I’m paying for it now. Standing, I let my body crack and creak before walking into my closet. I move past my expensive suits. This call is going to require me to get down and dirty.
Someone is fucking with one of the club’s princesses and that shit just won’t do. A smile teases my lips as I think of the little nerdy girl who followed King around during my summers home. The last time I saw Eva was during the huge cookout King threw for her high school graduation.
Gone was the adorable little girl with the long plaits in her hair. Eva is a straight knockout and she doesn’t even know it. I had to remind myself then she was only eighteen. King would have my balls if he knew the things that cross my mind every time I see Eva. She’s had my attention for a long time.
“Fuck,” I mutter and shake the thoughts away.
I should feel like a perv, but when it comes to her, I simply don’t give a fuck. Eva will do that to a man. It’s that silky smooth, chocolate, cocoa brown skin and those large brown eyes. Her eyes remind me of fine whiskey, dark and glowing. Doesn’t hurt she has big fucking tits and a big juicy ass to match.
I snort at my thoughts. That’s probably what the asshole who has her locked in his bathroom is thinking. I’m going to hang him by his fucking balls.
Rage and possessiveness take over as I think about what King relayed to me. Eva called him to say she went on a date and the jerk now has her hiding in the bathroom after she locked herself in there.
King has his hands tied with club business and needs someone he trusts to handle Eva’s situation. I don’t envy King at all. His daddy married Rose and King gained not one, but two sisters out of it.
Sal is the youngest. She’s a super genius with computers. Sal has been in boarding school since before Cage and Rose’s accident.
King didn’t see any reason to bring her home out of the environment she had known most her life. Eva, on the other hand, became King’s priority, whether she knows it or not. Everything King does has Eva’s best interest in mind. He truly sees both girls as his little sisters, but having had Eva around for so many years, he favors her.
I, on the other hand, have watched Eva from afar. Eva may be a part of the club life, but she’s still in her own world. It’s like watching her live in her own little bubble. I haven’t had real interaction with her since the summer before we lost Cage and Rose. Hell, I don’t know if she even remembers me or knows who I am anymore.
I tug on a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt, and my Lost Souls cut. I shove my feet into my heavy boots and head down to the garage. I have a few cars and bikes. Like I said, I’ve done well for myself and the club.
At the thought of having Eva on the back of my bike, wrapped tightly around me, I head for the Harley. I start for the address King sent me in a text. Leave it to him to have a tracker on Eva’s phone. I’m sure Sal was the one to put it on there too.
When I pull up outside the student apartments, I cut off my bike and climb off. Several people are hanging out of their doors, staring in the direction of the apartment I’m heading toward. As I get closer, the commotion that has their attention floats to me.
“Oh shit,” one guy gasps as I walk by. His eyes grow wide and he stumbles out of the way. As I move forward, all eyes are torn from the door the yelling is coming from.
Oh, yeah, I’m one big motherfucker. You can see that whether I’m in my suits or cut. However, when I’m wearing this cut, I look a hell of a lot scarier. Some of the onlookers tuck back into their apartments, others take a step back, but are still too nosy to close their doors.
Not one of these assholes have tried to do a thing to help. They are just watching and listening. Well, I’m here to help.
I send my boot right into the door Eva’s GPS signal and the raised voice of the douche she’s hiding from have led me to. The door splinters off the hinges and I move right into the apartment. I follow the voice further inside, my anger growing the further I move in.
I need to make this quick, the last thing I need is the press getting wind of me having been a part of something shady, especially with my club affiliation. There are some people who would love to throw some dirt on my name and to see my company go down in flames. Nevertheless, I will never deny my brothers.
We don’t usually allow me next to the trouble is all. That’s the way it is for most of my brothers who conduct legit business for the club. Most people associate bikers with bad news and crime.
Sure, we may have our hands in some illegal shit, but most of the brothers run some type of legit business that brings money into the club, big money.
We also have targets on our backs because of the cuts we wear on them when not in the office. So, the cleaner we can stay, the better. Well, tonight is different. This is Eva.
“Come on, baby.” The lanky punk comes into view. He’s now whining at the door Eva must be behind. “You came here to have a good time. Come on out of the bathroom. Let me show you that good time.”
“If she’s hiding in the bathroom, I don’t think she’s having much of a good time,” I drawl as I stand behind him with my arms folded across my chest.
The punk turns toward me, and I swear he’s about to piss his pants. A grin touches the corner of my lips. He flaps his mouth open, but nothing comes out. He roams his wide gaze over me to take in my size.
It’s pathetic. How did a little shit like him get a date with Eva? It pisses me off the more I think about it.
“Would you mind stepping aside. Something in that bathroom belongs to me,” I say, cocking my head to the side as I point at the door in question. “Eva, get your ass out here.”
Chapter 2
Time to Go
Eva
“Oh. My. God,” I breathe.
This night cannot get any worse. I would know that voice anywhere. I have dreams about that voice.
He probably didn’t even know I existed until King called in this favor tonight. King told me he was on club business and he wouldn’t be able to get to me.
When he said he was sending someone he trusts, I had a feeling he was talking about Brick, but I prayed it would be anyone else. Owen “Brick” Mason is what dreams are made of. Six five, two-hundred-plus pounds of pure controlled muscle.
When you watch Brick move, you can see every move is intentional. Oh, I should know. I watch him every chance I get. He doesn’t come around the club as often as others, but when he’s there, I notice.
Brick was one of Dad’s special kids. Cage had a way with people. He found what made you tick and then he made you see the best in you.
I’ve been around the MC life for as long as I can remember, and I know for a fact Cage was a phenomenal prez. King is following in his footsteps. I guess it’s in his blood.
Cage saw something in Brick and sent him off to be someone. I’m not entirely sure what it is Brick does, but I know it has made him wealthy. On a few occasions he has come to the club in a fancy car or slipped inside King’s office dressed in an expensive suit. God, what that man does for a suit.
I stand and rush to the mirror, looking over my reflection. I look a mess. That usually never bothers me, but in this moment, I’m cursing myself for not following all of Misty’s suggestions.
“Oh man,” I groan-whisper at my appearance.
I left my hair free and wild. My bush of bangs hangs in my face, instead of pulled back into a bun like Misty ordered. I wore the tight red dress she gave me, but instead of the red pumps she wanted me to wear, I put on my bl
ack wedge heeled sneakers. Eyeliner was as far as I went with the makeup, because I almost put an eye out doing that.
Thankfully, I stopped wearing my glasses freshman year of college. That decision too was courtesy of Misty suggesting and pleading. The things I let my best friend talk me into. I don’t know who’s crazier—her, or me for listening.
“Eva.”
I groan again, giving up on trying to push my hair out of my face as Brick growls out for me to come out once more. I love that sexy growl. His southern accent doesn’t hurt at all either.
It’s funny how I know his accent from anyone else’s. His family moved down from Tennessee years ago, but he has never lost that drawl. It’s distinct from the South Carolina and Georgia twangs I am used to hearing around the club.
“Eva, I’m not gonna say it again, darlin’. Get that ass of yours out here, now,” Brick demands, causing my body to tingle all over.
“Shit,” I mutter.
I’m totally going to embarrass myself. I move to the door and turn the lock, when I peek out, Brick is standing right there with his arms folded across his large muscled chest. His arms are nearly busting through the sleeves of his T-shirt.
I don’t know how he pulls off those thick muscles, but still somehow manages to look lean, yet powerful. Those thighs, someone help me please. I would love to be just one leg of those jeans.
Brick has a gorgeous face to match the rest of him. He has a sharp jaw he keeps framed by the well-groomed beard he wears, but it does nothing to hide those full sexy lips of his. His green gaze seems as if it can melt through you.
I love his hair. It’s shorter on the right side and a bit longish on the top, which you notice when he sometimes blows the top out. Other times, like now, he combs it over to the left side. I have always wanted to run my fingers through it. The thought alone makes my fingers itch to take action. Oh, to see my brown fingers run through his copper blond locks.
I may not have a lot of interest in the opposite sex, but that’s probably because all of my interest is in this being of the opposite sex.
“He’s not going to hurt you, baby girl. Let’s go. I need to get you out of here, now,” Brick says with a slight frown.
I nod my head in understanding. Brick doesn’t get his hands dirty unnecessarily. That much I do know.
I don’t get much into club business, but I do know some of the brothers are responsible for representing the Lost Souls in a better light. This has disaster written all over it if we don’t get out of here.
I step fully from behind the door and out of the bathroom. I swear I hear the sharp intake of air Brick takes. He moves toward me in an instant. He nearly pulls me from the apartment after grabbing me by the hand.
I’m confused about what’s happening, but I let him lead the way anyway. We’re outside at his bike in no time. I’m glad my dark skin can hide the blush that takes over my face as people watch us leave the apartment.
Brick takes my purse and tucks it away for me. He then gently places his helmet on my head before he swings his leg over and onto his bike. He holds out his hand for me, to help me climb on behind him. I wrap my arms around his slim taut waist as best I can, and we’re off.
Brick
If I valued my life at all I wouldn’t be doing what I’m about to do. I would take Eva straight home to the apartment right off campus that King had me set up for her before she and Misty moved here. If I had any sense, that would be exactly what I would do, but my sense flew out the window the moment Eva walked her sexy ass out of that bathroom.
I thought she was a knockout the last time I saw her. Hell, she is a stunner now. All woman, all curves. She’s fucking gorgeous. No kid sister left in that body for me to see. All I see is a woman I need to fuck.
I want her and I want her bad. I can tell she has no fucking clue how amazing she looks. That wild hair and those sexy as hell shapely brown legs. I’ve heard some of the jealous club whores calling her fat behind her back.
Eva isn’t fat at all. She’s pleasantly plump. She has the kind of body you want pinned up on your wall. Fuck, I want to pin her to a wall, butt naked with her legs wrapped around me. I’m out of my mind for what I’m about to do, but at this point I’m beyond caring. She’s a grown ass woman now.
I pull into the garage of the old warehouse I’ve converted into my home. The place was a Georgia dump when I got my hands on it. Now, let’s just say I have been offered millions on more than one occasion for it.
I cut the engine on my bike and hold out my hand to help Eva off first. She reluctantly places her tiny hand in mine and swings her leg off. I watch her hungrily as she removes the helmet I placed on her head. She hands it to me before she rearranges her dress and smooths a hand over her hair.
She looks up from the ground and her brown eyes meet mine. I don’t know what she sees in my green ones, but whatever it is, makes her part her lips and her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
I shoot my hand out and wrap it around her waist, tugging her back toward me as I remain seated on my bike. She lifts one of her hands to my chest, the other to my bicep. Her sweet breath fans across my lips as it puffs out of her mouth.
“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are?” I say only inches from her parted lips.
“N-n-no,” she stutters out.
I slide my hand down to her plump ass and give it a gentle squeeze. She moans softly and melts into my chest. Fuck, she is going to be the death of me.
“I want to taste your lips, Eva,” I say huskily. “You going to let me taste you, baby?”
“Y-y-yes,” she moans.
I need no further invitation. I bend my head and seize her lips the way I have wanted to for longer than I care to admit. I’m not expecting the fire, passion, and electricity that sparks between us. When she parts her lips wider to allow me access to her mouth, I growl as I plunge into the depths of her warmth. Eva wraps her arms tightly behind my head as she locks her fingers in my hair.
It’s the last tug at my fraying restraint. I slide back on the seat and lift her from her feet, bringing her small, lush body across my lap. I cup one of her full breasts over her dress and start to play with her nipple. She feels so damn good in my arms.
I release her lips to trail hot kisses down her neck. Releasing her breast, I reach up and run my hand down her throat before tracing her collarbone with my rough fingertips. She shivers in my arms. I’m so turned on; I can’t see straight.
Pushing the strap of her dress from her arm, I chase its descent with my lips. I then tug the dress and her bra under her breast, capturing her nipple between my teeth. Eva cries out but tugs my head closer to her heated flesh. The sounds coming from her lips are driving me to the edge.
I suck on her nipple hard before letting it pop free from my mouth. “I need to fuck you, baby. Tasting you isn’t going to be enough for me.”
“Yes, please,” she whimpers as I push her dress up over her hips, letting it bunch up at her stomach.
I tear her panties free from her body, needing to get into her sooner and not later. She moves her fingers shakily to my jeans, tugging frantically at the zipper and releasing the button. I reach in for my cock to free it, lifting her up over me by her hips with one arm.
I tease her soaked pussy with the head of my cock and nearly come at the feel of how wet she is for me. I can’t hold back any longer. Lining my erection up with her soaked lips, I pull her down onto me with one strong thrust.
The ear-piercing scream that leaves her lips causes me to pause. My eyes grow wide as I realize I’ve just rammed right through her barrier. She’s fucking virgin tight. What the fuck was I thinking?
“Shit, shit, shit,” I gruff. I brush her hair back from her damp face. “Baby, are you okay? I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
The way she looks into my eyes snatches something from my soul. Right then and there it’s sealed. She’s mine. Eva Kennedy belongs to me. I don’t care who I have to go through to have
her.
“Yes, I’m okay. You’re just so big and… I wasn’t…” She pauses and bites her lip. “I wasn’t ready.”
“I’m so sorry, baby. If I would have known I would have done this differently,” I say sincerely, regretting the way I have done this, but not regretting the claim I’m staking on her.
“No, this is exactly how I have dreamed of it, over and over,” she says softly.
I narrow my eyes at her. “What did you say?” I ask in a low rumble.
“I’ve dreamed of you taking me just like this a million times,” she repeats.
I grab her face and devour her lips. Her walls start to become increasingly slick as they squeeze around me. Eva wiggles her hips and bucks forward. I take the hint, wrapping an arm around her lower waist and guiding her up and down on my shaft, slowly at first.
“Yes,” she cries out when I release her lips. “Oh God, Brick.”
“Owen,” I growl. “You call me Owen when I’m fucking you, baby.”
“Yes, Owen, yes,” she cries as I pick up the pace and start to thrust up into her, hard.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I grate through my teeth. “Shit Eva, your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. I’m trying to take it easy, but you feel like heaven.”
“Please, don’t hold back, I want you so much,” she whimpers.
I almost lose my shit right there. I tilt her back until she’s flush against the bike, shifting my body without breaking our connection I start to pound into her. I press my face between her big tits and nuzzle my bearded cheek between them before placing a kiss to the side of each. I watch as goose bumps break out over her skin. I love the feel of her soft skin against my beard.
“Come for me, baby. Give me that goodness.”
I reach to pin her legs over my shoulders then lean in to take her mouth again. As soon as I plunge my tongue into her mouth, she gushes around my cock, causing me to follow right behind her. I keep pumping my hips, not wanting it to end, already feeling my cock isn’t spent.
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