by Hope Ford
“No wife. No girlfriend. I brought you here because we just got into a brawl with our rivals and until we know how they plan to retaliate or what we plan to do… Hell, woman, that’s club business, anyway. Until I know you will be safe at my house, we are here.”
I swear it’s only been a few hours and she’s already got me talking about more stuff than I should be talking about with her.
She points at the bed and before she even gets started, I tell her honestly, “The bed’s clean. I’m the only one that’s slept in it for a while. I will bunk with one of my brothers, but only if you promise me that you stay in this room unless I come and get you.”
She nods her head at me and it’s only then that I realize I’ve been holding my breath waiting on her to agree. I don’t know why I’m so worried. If I tell a prospect, he wouldn’t let her leave. I realize now that I want her to want to stay.
Fuck, my mind’s fucked up right now.
I start to walk out of the room, only because it’s killing me to stand next to her like this. I need a few minutes to myself. I need to figure out where my head’s at.
“Wait, where are you going?” she asks me.
I turn back around to face her. “To find a room.”
She sits down on the edge of the bed. “Do you think I killed him?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I fucking hope so, but I stop when I see the sadness on her face. I sit down next to her. “No, I think he’ll be fine.”
“Do you think he will really come and find me? You know… for revenge.”
When she raises her head, I can see the fear in her eyes. Yes, I know him or his club will not let
this go. Something will come of it, but she doesn’t need to know all the gory details. “You saved me back there, Madison. I know you ain’t used to this kind of life, but doing that, helping me back there, well, it may make me look like a pussy, but it puts you under club protection. No one is going to mess with you.”
She nods her head at me. I can tell by her face that she doubts my words. I would give anything to convince her she’s safe.
I stand up and walk over to the dresser, pulling out one of my shirts. “Here you go, sleep in this. We’ll figure out more clothes tomorrow.”
She takes it from me and lays it on the bed next to her and reaches for the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. She starts to tug it up and like a man starving with a steak in front of him, I start to drool. She stops mid motion and points to the wall. “Can you turn around?”
Reluctantly I face the wall, and the sound of clothes coming off has me itching to turn around. If I was any less of a man, I would ignore her request and watch her, but I won’t do that to her. I want her to trust me.
“Okay, I’m good,” she calls out.
I turn around and she’s folding her clothes before walking over to set them on the dresser. I watch her ass shake under my shirt and my cock stiffens in my pants. I have to get the fuck out of here.
“Where are you going?” she asks me when I have my hand on the knob.
I don’t even turn around, just lean my head against the closed door. “I was going to let you get some sleep.”
I can hear her take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Will you stay with me… just a little longer?”
I can hear the need in her voice. I lift my head and nod, turning around. “Sure. Go ahead, get into bed.”
I watch her ass as she climbs into my bed and burrows under my covers. I imagine if I was in the bed with her we wouldn’t need the covers. The bed would be scorching.
I flip the light off and walk over to the other side of the room. I tug my boots off and lean back in the chair.
“What got you here, Brick? Why a motorcycle club?” she asks me in the darkness.
I expect to hear judgment in her question, but I can’t hear it. All I hear is curiosity.
“I was in the army. Our president, my brother Sniper, was in too. We saw so much while we were there.” I take a deep breath. “When we got out, we had trouble adjusting to everyday life. We started the club together. We bought a few businesses in town, and before we knew it, there were other men, ones that had the same moral code as us, but couldn’t adjust to their lives like before. We built this brotherhood. They may not be my real brothers, but to me they are.”
My voice is husky as I talk about it. I never talk about my time in the service or my problems adjusting afterwards. I usually just ignore it when people ask me.
4
Madison
“That’s amazing, Brick,” I tell him honestly.
“Why?” he mutters.
The darkness makes me feel safe, more open to talk. “Because you made your own family. One that accepts you for who you are, one that stands by you. Not everyone has that.” My voice is thick with emotion.
“What about you, Madison? Why are you working at a bar? Do you have someone at home that will be worried about you?”
I roll to my side and look over at him. All I can see is his outline; I can’t see his face. “I don’t have anyone. Not really. My mom died last year, and it was only me and her. I guess that’s why I think what you’re doing here is amazing. And well, I work at the bar because it was the best paying job I could find in town. After Mom passed, I quit college and have been working since.”
He leans forward in the chair and puts his elbows on his knees. His face is now lighted by the moon shining in from the window. The pity in his expression is almost too much for me to bear. I get it all the time, anytime someone hears my story. But I don’t want pity. Not now, and not from him.
“Well, you’re not alone now. You have a club of brothers that would lay their lives down for you. Without question.”
“Is that really how this works? So you’re my ‘brother’ now?” I ask him quietly, waiting for his response.
He cracks his knuckles and then brings them together. “Yes, that’s honestly how this works, without question. However, I feel like I need to tell you that nothing I’m feeling toward you is brotherly.”
I try to fight it, but I can’t stop it. A smile forms on my lips and I hope that he can’t see it in the darkness. “Okay.” I roll back over onto my back. “Good night, Brick.”
He sighs. “Good night, princess.”
“Hey, Brick?”
“Yeah?” He settles further into the chair.
“What’s your real name… or is Brick your real name?” I ask him. Not that Brick doesn’t suit him. It definitely does.
“Ben. My birth name is Ben.”
I turn my head toward him. “Ben. Can I call you that?”
He seems to think about it for a minute and then finally agrees. “In here, or when it’s just the two of us, you can call me Ben. When we’re out there, with my brothers, I need you to call me Brick.”
I quietly tell him okay. “Hey, uh, how old are you?”
He chuckles and the deepness of it vibrates in the room. “I’m thirty-two. Is that too old for you, princess?”
I stutter, but answer him honestly, “No, I wasn’t asking because of that. I was just wondering.”
“How old are you?”
I put my hands behind my head and look up at the ceiling. “I’ll be twenty-two next month.”
“So I’m ten years older than you. Does that bother you?”
I tilt my head to the side to look at him and wish I could see his face. “Why would it bother me? I’m leaving here tomorrow, Ben.”
“Keep thinking that, princess.”
Frustrated, I throw my hands into the air. “Why do you keep calling me that? I don’t act like a princess. I’m actually one of the least high maintenance women I know.”
His answer is gruff. “I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just a reminder to myself that you’re different. More different than any woman I’ve ever met. You deserve to be treated better than how I usually treat a woman.”
I’m surprised by his answer. I thought for sure he was calling me that for
another reason. I lift up on my elbow. “How do you normally treat women?”
I’m skeptical even as I ask him. The way he’s treated me has been like a pure gentleman. I can’t imagine him treating a woman poorly.
“Let’s just say, women have only served one purpose for me. And I don’t lie to them about it. They know from the get-go where they stand.”
“And I’m different?” I ask him, surprised by his answer.
“You’re definitely different.”
“Well, I’ve never known a princess to beat a man over a head with a baseball bat. I’m just sayin’.” I huff at him and turn over. I don’t realize it until it comes out of my mouth that I’m practically begging him to treat me like one of his other women, a one-night stand. I bite my lip and roll my eyes.
“Good night, princess.”
“Night,” I mutter.
Brick
Hours later, I’m stuck in a nightmare of my own, but the screams this time are different. It’s not the voices of my comrades, but the voice of Madison.
I jolt awake and about fall to the ground when I jump out of the chair. “Madison, Madison,” I say to her while I try to wake her up.
The initial scream has turned into cries and I frantically try to wake her up. When her eyes finally open they’re wide, and I see fear in their depths.
“It’s okay, honey. I’m here. You’re okay. No one is going to hurt you,” I tell her. I sit down on the bed next to her and stroke her head.
She staring at me, and I hope I’m not scaring her even more.
“Brick, will you lay down with me?” she asks me.
And even though I know it’s not a good idea, I still can’t refuse her. She scoots over and I lie down beside her. She’s lying in the crook of my arm and I feather my fingers through her hair. “Are you okay?” I ask her.
She nods her head, but doesn’t say anything.
Her hand slides up my belly and rests on my chest. Her finger slides in circles and I bite back the moan that is about to escape from my lips.
Instinctively, I reach up and wrap my hand around hers, stopping the movement. “Princess, I watched you sleep for a few hours. I made myself stay out of your bed. But you’re pushing it now.”
She raises her head and looks at me. “What if I don’t want you to hold back? What if I told you that I’m fine with you treating me like you treat those other women… I mean, a one-night stand is all I have to give.”
I stroke my hand down her back and squeeze her ass, pulling her against my hip. Her shirt, or I guess I should say my shirt, has ridden up and her panty-clad cheek in my hand is everything. “There’s no way. You’re not like any other woman. But I do want you, and I’ll take you tonight, tomorrow and the night after.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m leaving, Brick. I have to go back to my life. Please, give me tonight.”
An inner battle rages inside me. I won’t turn her down, I can’t. But there’s no way I will have her and let her go. One night with her and she’s tied to me for eternity. I know it and have no doubts about it.
Instead of answering her, I lean my head down and capture her lips with mine. The kiss goes from soft and timid to deep and thorough in a matter of seconds. Our tongues duel with each other and I stroke mine through her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
She climbs up on me then and when I feel her soft curvy body on top of mine, I wrap my arms around her to hold her to me.
She pulls away and tugs at my shirt. “You have too many clothes on.”
“So do you,” I tell her and pull her shirt up and off her body. Her large breasts are pressed against me and I want to feel her skin more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Clad only in panties, she grinds her pussy into the hardness between my legs and I grip her hips, grinding my cock against her.
She’s kissing my neck, my ear and across my lips. “Clothes, Ben, I need your clothes off,” she begs me and tries to pull my shirt off. I lean up to help her and as soon as I’m shirtless underneath her, I reach between us and undo my jeans. Her hands are stroking my chest, each muscle flexing under her touch. I lift her under the arms and pull her up my body until she’s straddling my stomach. I lean up and finish undoing my jeans before pulling them and my underwear down my legs, then kicking them off with my feet. Would it have been easier to get up and take them off? Abso-fuckin-lutely. But then I would have had to move away from her, and I don’t plan on doing that anytime soon.
I’m huffing from fighting with my pants and she’s just smiling down at me. I reach up and tweak her hard nipple. “Something funny, princess?”
She shakes her head side to side, and I watch as her breasts jiggle with the movement. I cup her then, feeling their weight in my hands and massaging them while she throws her head back in ecstasy.
Pulling her down to me, I alternate suckling them until she’s grinding into me and playing with her breasts is no longer enough.
“Panties. Panties off. You take them off, or I rip them off,” I tell her as I nuzzle against her cleavage.
She slides them down her hips and tries to take them off, but can’t.
“They’re coming off, princess,” I tell her right before I grip one side and rip it and then move to the other side and rip it. I pull the cloth from between her legs and I can’t resist bringing it to my nose and inhaling her scent.
“Ben!” she exclaims and tries to take it from me.
“What?”
“Those are the only pair of underwear I have with me,” she explains.
“That’s okay. I’ll get you more, but honestly, I’m fine without you wearing them. Then I can have you anytime I feel the urge.” I smile at her.
She just shakes her head. She reaches behind herself and feels around until she has her hand wrapped around my girth. “What the…?”
She lifts up and moves backwards to my legs so that my cock is standing straight up in front of her. “No way, there’s no way.” She’s staring at my cock and I swear it twitches at her.
Instead of answering her, I reach down between her legs, and the sweet cream of her pussy coats my fingers. “Someone’s ready.” I stroke her with my fingers, entering her slowly, first one finger, then two, trying to stretch her so she can at least enjoy it when I take her. When she starts riding my hand, I flash my fingers across her swollen clit and she releases a groan like nothing I’ve ever heard before from the back of her throat, and it doesn’t stop. I increase the pressure and when I feel her body tighten and her nub swell, I stroke her back and forth until she’s coming and her juices are coating my hand.
I bring my fingers to my lips and lick her flavor off of them, moaning at her taste.
Her chest is heaving, and before she comes completely down from her high, I pull her up until I’m lined up at her entrance. Thoughts of condoms barely register with me before the same image I had earlier, of her pregnant with our babies, lands in my mind. I slowly start to enter her and her hips tighten around mine. I lean up then to kiss her.
With each nip of my lips, I go deeper inside of her. Her hand is stroking my chest and when it caresses my nipple, I grip her hips and pull her down until she’s fully seated on my cock. Her head drops and she moans into my mouth. I lay back on the pillow and look at her over top of me. Just looking at her full, curvy body has me hardening inside of her.
I drive up into her, gripping her hips, moving her up and down. Her slick, wet heat is wrapped around me and with every thrust, I feel her pussy vibrating around me. When her hips start moving quicker and her moans get louder, I pick up the pace, meeting her thrust for thrust. “Yes, princess, yes. Come all over my cock,” I tell her.
Her body locks up over top of me and with one last thrust, I fill her full of cum. Her pussy sucks me in, milking me until I’m gasping for breath.
She falls down on top of me and when she starts to move, I put my hands on her ass, keeping her right where she’s at. Right where she belongs.
I lazily move inside
her, in my mind, giving her the last drop of cum.
“How about a shower?” I ask her with a pat to her ass.
She hesitates briefly. “Sure.”
I help her off of me and then stand up next to her. I pick her up and her legs tighten around my waist. “Ben, I think I can walk.”
I nuzzle her neck. “I know, but I like it better like this.”
I walk with her to the bathroom and don’t set her down until the water is heated up. I let her step into the shower first and I follow behind her.
I clean her and then myself before taking her again against the shower wall. I’m a man possessed, wanting to show her how good it can be between us, and wanting to claim her until she has no doubt that she’s mine.
I’m relentless, taking her so many times throughout the night that she finally passes out from exhaustion. Then I wrap my body around hers and hold on tightly through the night.
5
Madison
When light comes through the window, I turn my head and bury myself deeper into the warmth. My first thought is the feeling of soreness from my body. Even though I’m merely lying here, I can feel my muscles tightening.
My second thought is that I haven’t felt ‘safe’ and protected like this in a long time. I rest my head down on Ben’s chest, feeling the steady dip and rise of his breathing and gentle thump of his heartbeat under my cheek.
I think back to last night and all the ways he took me. My body has never been worshipped like he did last night. He made me feel confident. How could I not be, when just looking at my naked body had him losing all control?
I clench my eyes together. I have to go, I think to myself. Nothing good can come of this. I have to work and although it seems that he and his club have their own beef with the Kings, the men from last night, I can’t risk him getting hurt to save me. No, I need to go. I need to get out of here before my heart gets any more involved.
