“Take your shirt off,” Kirra blurted and reached out to run her fingers down the buttons on Brennen’s white shirt. When Brennen didn’t move at all she looked up to see him just staring down at her.
Kirra bit her lip before reaching up and unbuttoning the first button. It revealed a small patch of tanned skin. A light smattering of dark hair was beneath the shirt and with each button she released more was revealed to her. She reached the bottom of the shirt and reached up with both hands to push it off Brennen’s broad shoulders.
Brennen let the shirt fall to the floor before wrapping his arm around her waist and dragging her to him. Kirra fell against Brennen’s chest and tilted her head up to look at the Adonis of a man.
“Can I take your dress off?” Brennen’s fingers brushed across the nape of neck as he asked the question and caused Kirra to shiver and close her eyes. She nodded her head slowly before Brennen kissed her again. This kiss was less intense but not lacking the amount of passion she had grown used to with him.
Kirra heard the zipper as Brennen skillfully slid it down. Brennen stepped away again and Kirra felt the loss of his lips and his warmth. Her hand reached out so she could feel his chest. He was shirtless and she’d yet to explore the contours of his chest. Her fingers slid between his pectoral muscles and followed the light trail of hair that was between his abdomen muscles and disappeared into his jeans. Her hands were just about to follow the trail into Brennen’s jeans when his hand pulled hers away.
“Later.”
“But—”Brennen kissed her once again before she could protest. He seemed to do that a lot. Or she seemed to protest a lot. Either way there was a lot of kissing involved. Kirra felt Brennen’s hands slide under the straps of her dress and slowly pulled it down. He released the blue fabric when he’d pulled it from her shoulders so it pooled on the floor by her feet. It was like a satin puddle was around her legs.
Brennen took her hands and gently tugged her towards the bed before he urged to lie down. Kirra rested her head on one of the black pillows and smiled up at Brennen. Brennen smiled back at her has his hand began to trail down one side of her waist. Kirra sighed in pleasure as Brennen leant over her and began to slowly kiss his way down her neck, everything he was doing he was doing it slowly.
“Stop being so careful,” Kirra complained before twining her hands in his hair and tugging so he moved his face away from her neck and was face to face with her. Brennen’s pupils had dilated so much that the blue of his iris had nearly vanished and that sent another shiver over Kirra.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not as delicate as you think I am, Brennen. Just take your jeans off.” Kirra took a deep breath before she sat up. She reached around her back and unsnapped her own bra before letting it fall to the bed in a black heap. Brennen’s eyes widened as he took in her bold move.
“Kirra.”
“Take your jeans off, Brennen.”
Brennen donned that smirk again before standing up and pushing his jeans and boxers down his hips at the same time before taking a few seconds to push his shoes off. Kirra grinned as Brennen stood at the end of the bed so she could survey what she was working with. Boy was she working with a lot.
She nudged her bra off the bed before crawling towards the bottom of the bed and taking a seat on the edge. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to see if she would be able to fit all of him in her mouth. She wanted to feel him throb against her tongue. She needed him in her mouth.
Kirra reached out and tried to wrap her hand around him but her fingertips barely even met. He breathed out a stuttering breath and Kirra could see Brennen clench his hands together in a fist. She tried to hide her smile, but she was happy that she could get such a reaction from a man like Brennen.
She squeezed tighter before slowly moving her hand and head forward. Her hair made a barrier between the two of them, so he wasn’t able to see Kirra’s face. Kirra let her tongue flick out so she could taste the drop of goo that was sitting in the mushroom shaped head. Brennen groaned quietly and Kirra opened her mouth wider to try and take him in. She didn’t get very far before she started to choke on him. She felt her face flush as Brennen moved his hips back.
“Slowly,” Brennen husked and reached out to take Kirra’s hair into his hands so he could see what she was doing to him.
Kirra swallowed once more before taking him back into her mouth. She felt him throb again and she felt like smiling, but couldn’t because her mouth was too occupied. This time Kirra fought the gag reflex and with a little help from Brennen her nose was buried in the pubic patch at his crotch. Brennen gently tugged her head back and Kirra moved her mouth away from him. It was a thrill for her to be able to get him in her mouth.
This soon started a routine where Brennen would move his hips and Kirra would swipe her tongue over the mushroom head every time he almost pulled out. Kirra was enjoying herself before Brennen pulled her away, picked her up and tossed her on the bed.
“What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing. I want to taste you now.”
“Oh, I don’t—”Kirra squeaked in surprise as Brennen hooked his fingers in the side of her panties and tugged them off in one move. She felt her face flush again as he pushed her thighs apart and lay on his stomach in front of her. Kirra’s whole body tensed up waiting for the first touch, waiting for the first move that Brennen was going to make.
He surprised her by moving further up her body and kissing the top of her breast. She sighed quietly and then jumped in surprise as a warm wet mouth enveloped her nipple. She moaned and ran her fingers through Brennen’s hair as one of his hands travelled down her stomach and between her thighs.
“Oh…” Kirra gasped and thrust her hips up slightly. Brennen chuckled before removing his mouth and replacing it on the most private part of her body and running his tongue over there.
“You like that,” he stated before doing it again. Kirra reached her trembling hands down to thread through his hair and he hummed his approval. The pleasure that zinged through her body felt like a thousand pinpricks.
She moaned quietly as he pushed his mouth up and stroked the flat of his tongue against her clit. He murmured against Kirra and something clenched deep inside her body. Brennen removed one of his hands from her thigh and trailed it up and over her stomach before letting it slowly make its descent to where his tongue was playing.
Kirra moaned louder this time as he pushed his tongue inside. Pleasure bubbled inside her body as Brennen worked magic between her thighs.
Brennen pushed his finger inside her without warning. It stung slightly but Kirra’s body arched into the touch. Her hips were moving forwards and then back, she couldn’t decide if she wanted more of the pleasure or if she wanted him to stop what he was doing. He moved his finger in and out slowly before sucking her clit in his mouth. Out of reflex Kirra’s hands clenched in his hair and he growled against her wet folds.
“You’re so wet.” He crooned and added another finger slowly. Her body felt so full with only two of his fingers inside of her. She was worried that she wouldn’t be able to take Brennen. It had been two years since she’d had a lover.
“Oh God…” she whimpered. This time Brennen didn’t only suck the little nub into his mouth he scraped his teeth across and it and she felt a tingling in her stomach.
“Brennen…” she tried to warn him but her orgasm was already starting. It started as slow sizzle of pleasure, starting at her lower back and spreading lower before it felt like a wave crashing over her whole body as pleasure flooded her body. Her vision went black for a few moments as her body was assaulted with pleasure.
Once her orgasm had worn away she was left panting on the bed as Brennen knelt between her legs. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. He reached over onto the nightstand and picked a condom from the drawer before looking back down at her. He was silently asking permission. She needed to feel him inside of her. She needed to know what she was feeling wasn’t just in
her head. She needed to know if they had a connection.
She pushed herself up on her elbows and watched as Brennen rolled the condom down. He positioned himself between Kirra’s thighs and bent down to kiss her. Kirra wrapped her arms around Brennen’s neck and stroked her tongue over his as he gently pushed himself inside of her.
Kirra moaned again and dug her nails into Brennen’s shoulders, she knew they were going to leave marks, but at the moment she couldn’t really be bothered about what was happening except for the pleasure inside her body. Brennen twisted his hips once he was all the way inside of her and Kirra whimpered in pleasure.
Brennen moved his head to the side and kissed her neck gently. Kirra couldn’t stop the moans that were pouring from her mouth and sighed deeply as Brennen finally started moving. Neither of them lasted long but Brennen managed to last slightly longer. Kirra’s release came when Brennen reached down and rubbed his thumb over that sensitive nub and Brennen soon followed.
Once he’d disposed of the condom Brennen wrapped Kirra in his arms as they both relaxed in his bed.
“That was good,” Kirra murmured as her eyes fluttered closed and struggled to stay open.
“Only good? Well maybe we should try it again and see if I can improve my status,” Brennen joked and Kirra made an agreeing sound before nuzzling her face in his chest and a few seconds later quiet snores were coming from her.
What was he going to do? He was falling quickly for Kirra but he was so close to becoming the leader of the Red Hearts. Could he give it up for her? Could he give up everything he’d been working for so he could be with Kirra? He looked down at Kirra and knew he already had his answer.
***
When Brennen woke up his bed was empty and lying on the pillow where Kirra’s head should be was a piece of paper instead.
I had an amazing night, thank you. I’m so sorry I had to run, but Henry called me into work. I hope to see you soon.
Brennen smiled and headed out of bed and into the bathroom. If Kirra wanted to see him soon then he was going to make sure that he saw her as soon as possible.
***
Today was a bad day. Kirra groaned as another order was yelled at her. What she would give to be back in Brennen’s bed. It had only been one night together, but her whole body craved him. It physically pained her to leave him this morning and she wanted to see him again.
“Kirra! Stop daydreaming!” Frank yelled at her as he slid a drink across the bar to a young man. Kirra snapped herself out of the thoughts that were invading her head at the moment. She needed to think about her job and not about Brennen.
The next few hours were rushed and chaotic and she couldn’t stop thinking about Brennen. She was just taking her break when the door opened and he walked into the bar. Brennen tugged his helmet off his head and smiled at her from across the room.
“Can I borrow you for a moment?”
“I was just taking my break anyway.” Kirra followed him to a seat in the back of the bar and waited for him to speak. He seemed to have a pained expression on his face and he tried to speak multiple times but kept messing it up. Eventually he got something out.
“Kirra, last night was amazing.”
“I know. It was a pretty amazing experience.” Kirra reached out and threaded her hand with Brennen’s and the big man smiled at her and kissed the top of her hand.
“I just wanted to say. I want it to happen again. I want it to happen many times again. I know there is stuff we don’t know about each other, but I’m hoping that you would like to… find stuff out about me.”
Brennen ended the sentence so awkwardly it made her heart thump against her chest in happiness. He wanted to see her again. This amazing man wanted to see her again and possibly date her. This cocky, confident man was getting flustered around her and wanted to date her.
“Are you suggesting we date?”
“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. If you want to that is.” Brennen smiled up at her again and Kirra nodded her head shyly. Sure there were things that they needed to know about each other, but right in this moment things couldn’t have been any better.
“I’ll pick you up at seven tonight and I’ll show you where I work.” Brennen stood and kissed her on the cheek as his cocky smile appeared again.
“Sure, sounds good.”
“Until then, beautiful.”
Kirra waited until Brennen had left the bar before she returned back behind the counter. Frank was standing behind the counter, a glare on his face.
“What?”
“Do you know where he works?” Frank hissed at her as he took her wrist to pull her gently to the side. She yanked her wrist from his hand and Frank gave her an apologetic look before frowning again.
“He’s showing me tonight.”
“Kirra, you’re dating Brennen Donnelly.”
“His last name isn’t Donnelly.” Kirra frowned up at Frank. If what Frank said was true then she was dating the president of the Red Hearts Motorcycle club and the man that everyone went to when they wanted their drug fix.
“Then what is his last name?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“Just be careful. If there is anything suspicious then get out of there. Okay?”
“Okay.” Kirra embraced the hug that Frank gave her and looked at the clock. She would be finding out soon enough what Brennen’s job was. She hoped it wasn’t what Frank said it was. She wasn’t sure she would be able to date someone who ruined other people’s lives through addiction.
****
“What exactly is your job?”Kirra queried as Brennen took her into the clubhouse for the fifth time in three weeks. They’ve not been dating long, but she’d been to Brennen’s clubhouse five times and counting and she still didn’t know what the man did for a job.
“I run this place. You could say I’m the manager.”
“Yeah, but what do you do here? All I see are pool tables and beer bottles.” Kirra ran her finger along a bookshelf and sighed when her finger came back dusty. Obviously the club didn’t have a cleaner either.
“Do you know who the Red Hearts actually are, Kirra?”
“A biker club.”
“Yes, but do you know what the club does?”
“No. I’ve been here two years and I don’t know what the hell you guys do.” Kirra sat down on one of the chairs and watched as Brennen poured himself a glass of whiskey. He downed it before sitting on the chair opposite her.
“The Red Hearts—”Brennen was cut off as the door slammed open and a man was holding a balled up shirt to his shoulder. Blood was oozing through the material and onto the big man’s hands.
“What the hell happened, Richard?”
“The deal didn’t go as planned.”
“Sit the fuck down.” Brennen pointed to the chair that he had just evacuated and Richard stumbled into the chair. Kirra stared as the man pulled the shirt away from his shoulder and cringed. Bullet wound. She had dealt with a lot of those with her dad.
Kirra hated it. Most weekends her father would come home with a new injury that she was required to clean up. More often than not bullet wounds would be the main cause, she supposed that’s what the town got when almost everyone had a gun.
Over the past few years she had managed to clean her father up and he’d never needed to go the hospital thanks to her. Unfortunately for her the next day her father would take it out on her, saying it was her fault that he’d gotten injured in the first place.
“Do you have antiseptic?” Kirra asked as she rolled her sleeves up and headed towards Richard. She wasn’t sure what Brennen was up to but she knew that she could help with this. She would fix Richard up and then demand answers from Brennen.
She managed to clean and dress Richard’s wound without causing too much pain and Brennen handed him some pills that had him knocked out within moments. She cleaned up the bloody mess left behind by cleaning up the man before turning to Brennen.
“Now tell me what the
fuck your job is.”
“Kirra, listen to me—” Brennen was surprised when Kirra swore at him since it was the first time she’d ever done it in his company.
“No! I’ve been here five times and I still don’t know what you do! Just don’t be who everyone says you are… please,” Kirra whispered the last part as she sunk to the chair that she’d evacuated earlier.
“Kirra, you already know what I do. You just don’t want to accept it.”
“I can’t accept it! You’re a drug dealer! You ruin people’s lives, Brennen.” Kirra grabbed her bag from the floor and stormed from the small room she was in, Brennen following behind her.
“I don’t ruin people’s lives.”
“I can’t do this, Brennen. I can’t be involved with another addict.” Kirra stepped out into the garden and frowned when Brennen grabbed her wrist. He immediately released her when she gave him a stern look.
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