Brick

by Charlie Lee

  The hand covered in a leather glove tightens on my face. The more I struggle, the better grip the man gets.

  “Going somewhere, Doc?” I freeze.

  The overwhelming amount of fear coursing through my veins makes it hard to understand the man. My heart stills, and I know how Zoe felt moments before her life was taken. Ricky wasn’t fucking around telling me he had men on me. This man is going to kill me.

  A cold piece of metal nudges my throat. “Running is going to do one thing. Get you killed. Want that, Doc?”

  I’m spun around in a rapid movement with my hair blurring my vision. I blink once, twice, and then a third time before I see who was growling in my ear. My hands fly up to my chest fighting to keep my heart from beating out of it.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I want to slap this man.

  “For being a well-known, smart doctor, you sure are a dumb bitch.”

  “Saxon?” His name floats from my mouth.

  But it’s not Saxon standing in front of me. It’s full-on badass biker Brick who is pissed off with all his rage targeted at me.

  Well, he has another thing coming if he thinks I’m going to put up with his Goddamn shit. Or maybe it’s me who has something coming. Because this man is downright scaring me.

  Nine

  Brick

  “Fucking answer me,” I growl, feeling the three words vibrate my own chest. I take a step toward her. Eden takes a step back still holding her chest. Good. I’m about to scare some sense into her.

  “What—”

  I watch as she can’t string a fucking thought or sentence together. I’ve felt rage in my lifetime, but this is rage times fucking infinity. The veins in my neck are throbbing and my vision is beginning to blur.

  “You’re one of his people,” she stutters out.

  What the hell is she going on about? “I ain’t no one’s people, woman.”

  “Ricky’s people.”

  What in the ever-loving mother of all fucks? I advance on her. Gripping the sides of her face knowing it’s too tight. She tries to shimmy back, but she has no chance against me. I release her face then grab her by the hips, picking up her up until she’s flush with my chest. Eden is left with no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist while her arms remain at her side.

  “Just gonna ignore that you accused me of being one of Ricky’s people, darlin’.” I turn my head and spit out some of the anger with as many vulgar curse words as I can think of. I’m fighting my insides to calm the fuck down. “I fucking answer to my club and one day to my maker, that’s fucking it.”

  “You—”

  I cut her off. I’m so done with this bullshit. “Don’t even fucking say a Goddamn word. I gave you a tiny fucking taste of what would happen to you if you go through with whatever the fuck you’re doing. Ricky wouldn’t have held the blunt edge of the knife to your neck. He would’ve sliced you wide open without a second thought.” For her sake, she better hear me.

  “He has him.” Her tears start streaming down his face. “He texted me to bring him money in Denver. Told me if I brought anyone, he’d kill Wilder. You bastard. Don’t you ever pull a stunt like that on me again? I’m not...”

  “You're not what? Stupid? If he told you to jump off a fucking bridge, you’d do that, too, yeah?” Christ, she is killing me. Of course, she would. She’s so caught up in grief and pain she can’t think straight. Who the hell can blame her? I sure the fuck can’t.

  She drops her head to my shoulder, crumbling in my arms. Her body is shuddering with uncontrollable sobs. I feel like a motherfucker for about two seconds until I see her body in place of Zoe’s. That sight right there has me not regretting one damn word or action. This woman needs to realize I have her, she’s mine, and I take care of what’s mine.

  “Darlin’, I know you’ve been on your own for a damn long time taking care of everyone else around you.” I turn my head and kiss the back of her head. “That shit changes right fucking now. Ain’t gonna explain it in depth and only gonna say it one time, Eden. The day you climbed on the back of my bike, you became mine. No questions asked.”

  She doesn’t lift her head until her crying stops. Her face is swollen and her eyes are red. It breaks my cold fucking heart to see her in this state.

  “You hear me?”

  She slowly begins to nod. “He wants money. I’ll give it to him if it gets me my nephew.”

  “You told me that, baby.” That shit ain’t going to happen.

  I walk down the hall to her bedroom and lay her down on the bed, covering her body with mine. Christ, I never want to let go. “He’s mind fucking you, Eden. He’s desperate. Ricky knows you’ll do anything for that little boy.”

  She rolls her head to the side. Tears of pain begin firing up again. She’s losing hope.

  “No. Damn it.” I grip her chin forcing her to peer up at me. “We will get him back. You have to trust me.”

  “I’m a smart woman. How could I be so stupid?” Her chin trembles.

  “You were thinking with your heart, Eden.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “We got men heading there. Ricky’s fucked up. He won’t get away with it.”

  “How did you know I was going to take off?” she asks, craning her neck a bit.

  “My brothers. We have eyes on you watching your every move. I wanted you protected. Got the call you were running.”

  She squeezes her eyes shut. “Make me forget it all, Saxon, please.”

  I run the tip of my nose from her collarbone up her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Eden’s arms wrap around my back. I lean up on my knees and rip off my cut then go right back down to scenting her. Her hands go to the same place, tugging my T-shirt up my back until it’s over my head.

  She has my jeans down over my ass, stroking my dick while her other hand cups my balls. Jesus Christ.

  “Gotta be buried deep inside you, darlin’, to remind you who you belong to. Not to make you forget. If you want this, then it needs to be you and me for the time being. You get me?”

  I slide off the bed and make quick work of ripping her damn scrubs off until she lies bared to me. She’s a fucking work of art. Christ Almighty, does she ever have a nice body. A magnificent pair of tits, legs, and a pussy I ain’t never gonna want to come out of. I’m going to blow my load inside of her so fucking hard.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes. I’m yours. There isn’t anyone else in here but us.” Damn fucking right, there isn’t.

  I catch one of her feet, rubbing my nose along the inside.

  I start kissing my way up to her addictive pussy. I lick and eat her out until she’s screaming my name and pulling my hair.

  “Saxon,” she moans out. “I need you.”

  The way she calls me by my birth name rips me apart from the inside out. I’ve always despised the damn name, but when it rolls off her tongue, it’s a whole different story. I stare down at her and wait until she looks up at me. I’m gripping my raging dick fighting the urge to come all over her creamy skin.

  Our gazes connect and there ain’t no need to ask what she feels for me. It’s written all over her beautiful face, imprinted in the way she breathes. Floating off her, slamming me right in the fucking gut. Eden spreads her legs, giving herself to me with no reservations or questions. I move on instinct until I’m settled between her legs with the head of my cock bobbing at her entrance. God, she’s going to feel like heaven.

  I freeze knowing this moment right here will be branded on my memory forever, and I want to soak every fucking ounce of it up.

  Eden moves first, bucking her hips up, causing the tip of my dick to slide in her. She gasps and I throw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut.

  “Fuck, baby,” I growl out. Her walls are clamping me tight. Goddamn, she feels good.

  Even though I’m on top, she’s the one moving up until I’m balls deep in her. Connected so deeply that we become one. I gotta move. I can’t. Not yet. I want to stay like this for fucking ever. You would think tha
t would scare me. It does the opposite, just like her and me. It settles somewhere in my thawing heart.

  “Saxon.”

  Her tender voice is pleading, singing out my name, making my fucking world come full circle. I glide in and out of her, relishing every single movement. Our foreheads connect, my elbows trapping her in, and then our lips connect. They move in unison to the way I’m fucking her.

  Then it hits me. I’m not fucking. It’s all I’ve done my whole life. Fuck ‘em, kick ‘em out of my bed, and then move on. This isn’t that. I’m...I’m making love for the first time in my life. The realization causes me to still and pull back from Eden. I study her delicate features then smile. It’s only a matter of seconds before I begin moving again.

  “Saxon, Saxon, oh, God! That piercing and you. Oh, my God. Please, please.” That’s right, darlin’. Feel all of me. She digs her nails into my back. “I’m going to—”

  Her words are cut off with the beautiful melody of her release. Her pussy is gripping my dick so tight I have no choice but to follow right after her. Filling her with my come. I push in a dozen more times, growing drunk on our mingled releases.

  I collapse down on her making sure to keep most of the weight on my elbows. My dick is staying between her legs. If I could, I would stay buried in her all damn day and night. I drop my head down next to hers. We lie silent for minutes. Eden’s the first one to break the silence.

  “I want to go to Denver.” She grips me tighter. “And I want you to go with me. You can help me, watch me deliver the money, and then kill him.”

  I turn my head, so my lips brush her ear. “We’ve got men there, Eden.”

  “He wants money.”

  On cue, her fucking phone starts dinging with a multitude of incoming texts. As much as I don’t want to, I pull out of her and walk out to the living room to get it. It’s a damn good thing I relished and branded the last twenty minutes to memory, because it’s all been erased.

  When I get back to the room, Eden’s cleaning herself up in the master bathroom. Her body is trembling as she bites her lower lip.

  There’s no way I’m cleaning my dick off. I want her smell on me all damn day.

  “Get your bag. We’re going.”

  Her eyes light up. “Thank you, Saxon.”

  “We ain’t going to Colorado, Eden. We’re going to the club. My prez needs to know this shit. That was Ricky sending you more texts. We ain’t opening them. The fucker can squirm. This is club business now. Curtis, my prez, he’ll make the decision on what comes next.” If she’s going to be with me, then she needs to know my life. As much as I hate to hurt her, and as much as I care, I won’t go against my club.

  Her face falls briefly.

  “Okay.” Fucking finally, she gets it.

  She’s trusting me, and that’s all that fucking matters.

  Ten

  Eden

  We all make poor choices in our lives. Today was one of them for me. Well, not the part where Saxon took over my body. Stripping me bare, looking down at me as if he couldn’t believe I wanted him. I want him more than I should. More than I deserve. They say opposites attract; well, our attraction is clear off the charts and it’s only going to top them from here.

  I don’t think I’ll forget the first feel of him pushing inside of me as long as I live. We need to talk about that. I took him without any protection, which is something I’ve never done. Another decision I made poorly. Not the sex part. After one taste of him, I’m fairly certain I’m ruined. In a Saxon-good kind of way.

  All my fears slipped away just the way he demanded. At least while he was inside of me. I haven’t been with a man as controlling as him in my life. To be honest, I’ve never even socialized with a man who lives by the rules outside of society.

  Even though I have no idea what I’m about to walk into as we stop at the gates outside of what I assume is his club, my mind is at ease. I feel safe. Cherished and adored. As much as a man like him can adore, I suppose. Which is more than he gives himself credit for.

  He scared the ever-loving hell out of me when he snuck up on me the way he did.

  When I first realized it was him, I was struck numb. Then I became angry. I wanted to tear into him the same way he did me. I wanted to cry, lose my mind, and slash my chest with his knife to drain all the pain out of me.

  I did nothing but listen. His words of how stupid I was mixing in with all the pain.

  Now, I have no clue what to do. I trust him. I really do. The problem that has been plaguing my thoughts this entire ride is, Wilder is out there somewhere, and he is frightened. My nephew is hurting. I saw it in his eyes when Ricky sent me the picture. He didn’t send it to let me know Wilder was safe. He sent it as a threat. An unreasonable threat to destroy me, and for the life of me I can’t figure out why. Why a man could become so desperate that he would kill the mother of his son, kidnap him, and put him through hell. It angers me. I want to kill him myself. Turn my mind off saving people and become as detached as the side of Saxon I’m about to learn about.

  I’m excited to learn about the life Saxon lives. More so than I thought I would admit to myself. I want to learn all I can about this man who has snuck up and snatched hold of my heart.

  “Even though you look good on my bike, Doc, we’re here. You want to tell me where your head’s at?” I turn my helmet-covered head to the side to see the man of my thoughts standing next to me. Worry etched in deep lines on his face. I hate seeing him worry. Especially after what we shared.

  The man is a contradiction at its finest.

  “I’m scared,” I admit. He moves in, unclipping the helmet, pulling it off my head, and dropping it to the ground.

  His big hands slide into my knotted-up hair, palming my scalp. I tingle everywhere.

  “Of what?” His words say so much. Saxon is incredibly smart. So intelligent that I knew the first time rationality struck me in the head that he doesn’t see it. Doesn’t think he’s worthy of much. He is. He’s worth more than my broken heart can express right now. At the moment, though, he’s asking a very dumb question. Not nearly as dumb as what I was about to do, but dumb nonetheless.

  “Not of you, this place, or what’s happening between us. I trust you. I trust these men you told me about because you trust them. I’m scared for Wilder, Saxon. So scared that he’s all I see. You took my thoughts of him away for a little while. All I felt was you. Now, I’m lost. It’s obvious Ricky is out of control. Something is driving him desperate. I’m barely hanging on. I have a job, a man I’m beginning to care about, a life to live, and I won’t be able to do any of that if I lose him. I know I’ve said this before, but he’s a part of my sister. I can’t live my life without him. I need you to bring him back to me.” I have a gamut of emotions going through my head, and every single one of them has made a home in my heart.

  The only time I haven’t tossed and turned in bed at night is when this big brute of a man who literally stomped his way into my life is holding me in his arms. A part of me comes with a warning label full of guilt that I’ve allowed him to take a spot in my heart when it should be full of grief; another part is trying to peel that label off. That part I know is Zoe scratching with all her might, telling me I deserve to be happy.

  And then there’s the strongest one of them all. The one I just confessed.

  “I’m repeating myself again, darlin’. I don’t lie. At least not when the truth is sitting on my bike admitting shit to me that I’ve dreamed of hearing her say.” I think back to what I just said, wondering what part he’s been waiting for.

  “I have no idea what you're talking about,” I say, confused.

  “I figured. Everything you just spilled to me ain’t nothing you haven’t told me before. Some of it was spelled out in different words. What you haven’t said was you're lost. What you don’t understand is, people who are lost usually become found. I found you, Eden. I ain’t never letting you go. That also means you need to open those big, beautiful eyes of yours
and take in what I’m offering. Not talking about me, because you can have all of me you want. I’m talking about living. You have been sheltered up in that big old house of yours, just waiting to be found. I know what it feels like to be lost. Trust me, I do.” I don’t know what part of what he said I should ask him about first. Everything he said was beautiful. And true.

  “What do you mean, you know what it’s like?” My mind shoots back to the night we met. I can vaguely remember him saying something about his family being in the same position I was. Something about being young and holding his parents’ hands.

  He untangles his hands from my hair, a cold, swift gust of air replaces where his warm hands had been. I’m just as scared to hear what he has to say as he is to tell me.

  “Zeke and me, we had a sister. Her name was Clara. I was young, too young to help her when she was raped and murdered. She had been beaten and left in a ditch as if she was someone’s trash. I loved her so much. She was a good girl. Kind, always putting others before her. Especially me and Zeke. Zeke, he went off the deep end. Joined the military, took his anger out on our country’s enemy. And me, a teenage kid, I became so fucking lost in this world that I started doing drugs, smoking weed, cigarettes, and fucking any chick who wanted me. I did that kind of shit for years. Juvie, jail. My parents didn’t give a flying fuck about me. They drank themselves unconscious half the time. They became so lost they were never found. We don’t even know if they're alive or dead. Don’t want to know either.” He pauses, runs his hands down his face, his eyes fighting tears. “I wouldn’t be standing here looking at the best thing that’s happened to me if Zeke didn’t come home and find me. I would be sitting in prison, fucking lost. I found this club by pure coincidence one night when I was still on edge. If it weren’t for these guys you are about to meet and my brother, I’d still be blaming myself for losing Clara. It wasn’t my fault. It was the son of a bitch’s who hurt her. I’m not about to let you hurt anymore. We will find him, Eden, and he won’t be lost anymore either.”