by CC Monroe
“Take your shirt and bra off. Don’t stop fucking that beautiful pussy on my leg.”
“Oh God,” I cry out. But I do as I’m told, my need to come so strong that I just may shatter into a million pieces. My movements are messy and desperate, the pleasure too strong to even attempt his request with any grace.
“Sexiest tits I’ve ever seen. And they’re mine, aren’t they, JJ?” he asks, moving to unzip his pants, making me pick up speed, excitement coiling inside me.
“Yours. All of me is yours,” I tell him what I know he wants and is all true.
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you?” He pulls out his cock and starts stroking the long, thick inches lined with veins that are so pronounced I feel them when he fucks in and out of me.
“Mm-hmm. I love you. I love you so much, baby.”
Brew may be in control, but so am I. I know what he likes to hear and what he needs.
“Want to tell me why you’re doing sneaky things and not telling me?” His comment throws me off. What does that mean?
“Wh— Ooh… what?” I moan when he spreads his thumb over his tip, take the pre-cum, and brings it to my lips to taste. Placing my lips just around the tip of his thumb, I taste him and moan around the digit.
“I noticed you stopped your birth control. You didn’t tell me you weren’t taking it anymore.”
Shit. I forgot. With the stress of work and us not having sex this past week, it honestly slipped my mind.
I know how he feels about women trapping him and how his ex tried to do that, and panic rises in me.
“No, I didn’t mean to. I forgot because of work and all that, but I promise I wasn’t doing it to trick you. We can stop,” I tell him, slowing my motions. But before I stop, he grabs my hips and impales me on his hard cock, and this time, I scream, the invasion delicious yet so unexpected.
“Brew, what are you doing? We need a condom.”
He starts using my hips as an anchor and begins fucking me with brute force, just the way I need it right now.
“I don’t want you on the fucking pill. I don’t want you doing anything that will keep me from having all of you.” Understanding that he is basically saying he doesn’t care if we get pregnant, I don’t stop. I can’t think straight, too driven by animalistic, raw need and passion.
“Shit!” I cry out when he pinches my clit.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So tight. Come on me. Come on this cock.”
My body is finally given permission, and she answers to her keeper as I come, my head thrown back and my back hitting the horn as he fucks up into me, chasing his orgasm.
“Fuck, your pussy, your gorgeous tits, this body. Fuck, I’m coming. Take all of my cum, baby. I love you.” Through a strained moan, he comes, and I fall over the edge again, loving the idea of how badly he wants me. How much he is willing to do whatever he can to keep me and never let me leave. I’ve become an owned woman, and I…. I love it.
“I love you, too, Brew, so much.”
The Ericksons loved their final walkthrough, and now we sit with Chrystal and Dominic at the compound, bikers everywhere, and men with women hanging all over them. This is my second time at the compound but never at a party like this. There is music, lots of alcohol, lots of rowdy bikers, and if I’m honest, it’s a bit much. Partly because I’m just waiting for the call that I’ve been terminated, and I will be out of a job and my dream will be like ashes in my hand.
“Babe, what’s going on? You haven’t said a word all night,” Chrystal asks, concerned. Brew keeps his hand on my leg, rubbing and kneading my thigh, his touch comforting—as much as it can be with my anxiety at an all-time high.
“It’s nothing.” I brush it off, taking a forced sip of my margarita, not wanting to talk about me. I’m not much for telling people when I’m emotional or stressed.
“JJ, you need to talk to us. We’re worried.”
Brew doesn’t say anything, and it’s only because I spent the entire car ride here telling him the history of Parker. That or he doesn’t want to rehear what all Parker has done to me. Brew is a very possessive, jealous, dominant man, and he was raging in the car, his hands gripping the wheel so tight I assumed it was going to actually crumble.
“You can talk about it, baby,” Brew finally says, his voice low, a dash of irritation, but not toward me. When I peer up, he is looking around the room, making sure everyone is on their best behavior. He told me once that this was one of his biggest things; he doesn’t like drama and trash at his compound.
“It’s Parker.”
“That fucking scumbag. Why am I not shocked?” Dominic speaks first.
“Seriously? He is still giving you shit? How come you didn’t tell me sooner?” Chrystal looks offended, hurt that I haven’t been as open with her since I’ve been here.
“He just got worse and worse. It’s like I did something so catastrophic to him that he just had it out for me. I’m waiting for his father to call and tell me I’m done.”
“Oh, J.” Her voice is low as she rubs my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I wish I could make you feel better.”
“I just wish you would have let Brew and me kick that son of a bitch in the balls before you sent the douche back to New York.”
“Agreed,” Brew agrees, this time sounding upset—at me.
“Really, it’s nothing.” I wave Dom off, too focused on my own turmoil to worry about my caveman boyfriend. “He’s gone now, and I just want to move on. Besides, if Mr. Jeffs fires me, it will just make moving here that much easier, and I won’t have to cut ties.”
“True. But I really don’t think he will do it.”
“If he does, then Dom, Deacon, and I will be paying a visit to New York,” Brew growls out.
“Brew! Seriously? This isn’t about you. This is about my job, and you being all mad, like it’s my fault, isn’t helping.” I stand and push his hand off me, making my way for the door. I hear his chair scratch as he calls my name.
“Baby, don’t you dare touch that damn door. Get your ass back here, or I will put you over my knee.”
Flipping him the bird, I push the door open, not giving two shits about the onlookers.
“JJ!” he yells, and I pick up speed, no idea where I’m going, but I’m going with purpose. “Damn it, baby, you stubborn little thing.” Suddenly, I’m flipped upside down over Brew’s shoulder, and I let out a loud yelp.
“Brew Axton, you better put me down or I will beat your… ass!” I punch his ass, the only thing in my sight, and he doesn’t even flinch.
“No, you aren’t going to start a fight with me over that pretty boy, much less our first one.”
He’s right. We have not fought once in the couple of months I’ve been here except for the beginnings of the one he cut off about Parker at the Ericksons’ house. We’ve been in the honeymoon stage and getting to know one another. Does this mean this makes it the real thing? Sure, it’s been real, but we have said I love you, we practically live together, we’ve made love, he knows my life story as I know his, and now we’re fighting?
“We’re fighting because you are making this seem like my fault. I’ve had a shit day, and all you can do is go full caveman. Seriously, what’s wrong with you!” I kick, and he finally puts me down and grabs my upper arms, settling me into place so he can look me deep in the eyes.
“This is not your fault. I’m pissed off because someone hurt you and I have no damn control here. I normally have control over all things, and not being able to take care of you is driving me insane.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I roll my eyes. “Brew, I’m not someone you need to protect all the time. I’m an independent woman. I don’t need that.”
“You don’t need me?” He looks pained, leaning in, his hands moving to his chest, and the tips of his fingers digging into his chest.
“That is not what I said. You are all I need, but I don’t need you to defend me. I’ve been dealing with this for a long time. I can take care of it alone.”
“Well, the point of having someone you love, JJ, like you and me, is not having to do hard shit on your own anymore.”
That catches my words, stops my breath. This is not who we are, and I’m being selfish. He’s right. I don’t need him, but I have him, and I should revel in that and let him take care of me.
Giving in, I step up to him, wrap my arms around his hips, and look up into his eyes.
“You’re right. I just think everything got to me today, and I’m feeling like my entire life has been flipped on its head. I knew I was planning to not go back to Lottie Designs, but I needed this account to grow my business. I only had four months left, and I thought I could ignore him and make it through.” I drop my chin against his chest.
“I know.” Wrapping his hands around my cheeks, he stares down on me, his features softening. “But you don’t need that place, JJ. You are so fucking talented, and I have so many connections in this town. You just have to remember sometimes that you don’t need to always have to be a do-it-all-yourself type. Let me in. Just like I did you. I let down all my walls and let you walk right into my heart. I want the same from you, all of you. Remember?”
I remember that night we talked about this. The night I gave him the promise of all of me.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I appreciate you for wanting to protect and defend me. I will learn how to adjust to having a big, bad, biker boyfriend.”
He smiles, all his white teeth shimmering in the neon lights of the club logo.
“Aw, aren’t you two so adorable?”
That voice. I only needed to hear it once to remember it so well.
Lacey.
As I go to turn around, Brew immediately moves me behind him and blocks me from her.
“Lacey, what the fuck are you doing here?” he bites out, the distain in his voice apparent. I lean and peek around him. Surprisingly, she looks sober tonight. Her hair is done nicely, her skintight dress showing off a good body—a bit frail from I’m assuming the alcohol and drugs, but I can see the appeal Brew had and what he saw in her physically. Personality wise, I’m not sure he was even in the right state of mind. This woman is certified crazy.
Putting on her best fake pouting face, she steps toward him, and when she’s within inches of him, I move before he can. This time, I’m the one defending him.
“I don’t think so, Lacey. You need to leave and stay away from Brew.” Standing my ground and keeping my voice firm, I watch as she eyes me up and down with pure hatred.
“Oh, that’s cute. He found himself a little kitten with claws. I got to say you aren’t his type. He usually likes blondes, thin, and well, you know… the polar opposite of you,” she insults me. I’m used to mean girls, but that did sting. I never had a man as handsome, strong, talented, and as incredible as Brew, so insecurities start to play around in my head.
“Fuck off, Lacey. Get the hell out of here. I’m not kidding.”
“No, I don’t want to leave until we can talk about us.”
“You are so delusional.” Like word vomit, I laugh through that statement.
“Ugh, excuse me, bitch?” She starts to move toward me, and in that moment, Dom and Chrys come out. Brew moves me again, standing in front of me.
“Don’t talk to her that way. Get out of here, Lacey. Don’t make another damn scene. We are done. It’s been over, and I never want to see you again. I made that clear once, but if I need to get a restraining order, I will. You know I can.” Brew told me about the connections he has in this town, and I know there is gravity behind his words.
“She got in the way. You miss me. What we had. You never had someone fuck you the way I did. You loved me! You said it!” In a split second, she went from being semi-aggressive to full-on exorcist. Picking up speed, she tries to move around him to fight me, but she’s no match against his large, strong frame. I back up, clearly seeing that Lacey isn’t just missing her ex; she is confused, lost, and delusional. It’s almost painful to watch. Dom is next to him then, and Chrystal is at my side, taking my hand and leading me back into the compound.
“Let them take care of it. They will need to call the cops; she can’t keep doing this.”
Her words stick to me. Brew told me about her, but not anything about just how often this used to happen. Locking that thought away for now, I remind myself to ask him later. Looking back right before the door shuts, I see Lacey is now crying as Dom restrains her, and Brew is on his phone, I’m assuming calling her sister or the police. I’m hoping the latter, because she seriously needs the help. We head to the bar when my phone rings. Seeing Mr. Jeffs’s name on the screen, I curse “shit” under my breath.
“Hey, Chrys, I need to take this. It’s Mr. Jeffs. Is there a side door or somewhere I can go?”
Nodding, an anxious look on her face matches mine. “Yes, come with me.” As she takes me out a side door that leads to a few rows of beautiful Harleys and other bikes, I release a deep breath and answer, Chrystal leaving to give me the privacy.
“Mr. Jeffs, I’ve been expecting your call. I just want to apologize for everything that happened with Parker. It was unprofessional, and I hope—”
“JJ, please, don’t waste time saying sorry for my son’s behavior. He has been this way for a while now, and this was his last shot. I wanted him to be next in line to take over the company, but that doesn’t seem to be happening anymore. I fired him.”
My stomach knots. Is this my fault? Granted, I’m no fan of Parker, but it’s not in me to be content when someone doesn’t get what they want in life.
“Mr. Jeffs, really, you didn’t need to do that.”
“Yes, I did,” he says with finality. “I just wanted to call and ask if you need me to fly out another designer to help?”
Releasing a deep breath, it washes over me that I’m not being fired, which is relieving, but at the same time, the knife of guilt jabs at me when I know how this will end. I’m in love with Brew. I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t have, but I fell in love, and there is no way I could leave now that we are… us.
“JJ?” he calls to me, pulling me out of my own internal war.
“Oh sorry, no, Mr. Jeffs. The team I have is doing great, and we have been handling things very well. Thank you for asking.”
“Any time. I will talk to you on Monday for the weekly check-in.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jeffs, and again, I’m sorry.”
“No need. Have a nice weekend, JJ.”
Ending the call, I sit there for a few minutes and stare at my phone, thanking my lucky stars I did not lose my job.
There is a noise coming from the dark carport, and I realize I'm alone at a biker compound and should get back inside. I hurry and try the door but realize it’s locked. I knock and pull on the handle, hollering for Chrystal, hoping she can hear me. That’s when I feel this odd sensation that I’m being watched and closed in on. Turning around, I look in a panic, but there is no one there. My chest rises and falls fast, almost beating out of my body. Turning to knock again, I scream, seeing Brew takes up the doorway.
“JJ? Baby, you all right? What are you doing out here?”
“Oh my God, Brew, you scared me.” Placing my hand over my erratically beating heart, I breathe in and out.
“Why are you so on edge? What were you doing alone out here? It’s not safe. We have drunk bikers who come out here to smoke. You never leave my sight when we’re here, okay?” His request does not come out aggressive or demanding, more concerned than anything else.
“Yes. Okay. Can we go home? I need sleep.”
Eyeing me over, he nods. “Yes, let’s head out.”
Chapter Twelve
Brew
One Month Later
I wake up later than usual for a Saturday. Turning, I look for JJ, immediately noticing the lack of her body heat next to me. That’s when I hear some noise out in the front yard and JJ laughing. Hurrying, I rush to get dressed and go to the front door. Opening it in a rush, I step out, and as I do, she’s a
lready making her way up to me. I notice she’s coming from the fence between my house and the neighbor’s. There is a woman there, looking about JJ’s age, maybe a tad younger. Her hair is dark—not as dark as JJ’s, but close. That’s when I also notice JJ is dressed in heels and one of her work outfits. Sure, it’s nearly 10:00 a.m., but that’s far too early for her to have gone anywhere.
Finally getting to her, I pull her up against me and whisper in her ear. “You weren’t in my bed this morning, and you want to tell me why you’re dressed in those heels that make me want to fuck you?”
She laughs, throwing her head back. Am I missing something?
“Sorry, we have new neighbors. That’s June, like the month.” She tilts her head in her direction, and I give the woman a chin lift.
“Nice to know. Now get that pretty little ass in the house and tell me where you were.” I smack her ass, and she laugh, walking into the house.
God, I’m enjoying her great mood. Grabbing some coffee mugs, she pours us some coffee, even though I’m the one to usually do so. I watch her flounce around, a big smile on her face. I could watch her all damn day.
“Baby? Start talking.” Peering over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes and follows my request.
“The Ericksons called. They loved their new place so much they called me and asked me to come this morning to look at their rental home up in the mountains. They want me to do some interior design work on it, and they told me about their friends who now also want me to do some work for them. So, I went, and when I left there, I called Mr. Jeffs… and I quit. I told him Hanna is perfect for the job and she will make a wonderful leader, and I quit!” As she hands me my coffee on the last word, my jaw all but hits the floor. Seriously, it’s ten in the fucking morning, and she’s done all this?
