by Jessie Cooke
Melanie’s eyes widened and the tears that had been brimming in them spilled down her cheeks. Sabrina sighed. She loved her friend with all of her heart...but good Lord, she was a drama queen sometimes. “What about my brother? You know I love you, Sabrina, but I have to think about him. You’re going to see Bruf.” She whispered the last, and it pissed Sabrina off. She wished now that she’d never told Melanie about Bruf. Her soon to be sister-in-law, and best friend, worried more about the feelings Sabrina had confessed to her one night than Sabrina’s own fiancé did, and she’d only even mentioned Bruf once.
It had been one stormy, long night in Haiti and Sabrina opened up to her new friend and roommate while she was working with Doctors Without Borders. She told her the story of being raped, killing a man, her mother being charged with the murder...and finding her long-lost brother. She could hardly tell that story without thinking of Bruf. And she admitted to Melanie that night that she thought she was in love with him. She even admitted that she thought of him every single day. It sounded ridiculous when she heard herself say it aloud, but it was the truth. It had been over a year since she’d seen him, and he was still the most prominent thing on her mind. She talked to Wolf every week and she never asked about Bruf, and Wolf never mentioned him. He also never invited his sister to visit. Wolf talked a lot about bringing Blair out to Florida, where Sabrina had settled when she finished her stint in Haiti. Sabrina often wondered if it was simply to continue to keep her away from his sergeant at arms, whom he forbade from dating her, and when Bruf himself seemed relieved that she was leaving for Haiti, she promised herself she was done chasing. Of course, her heart wasn’t on the same page as her head, and it hurt every time she thought about him. They’d only shared one little kiss...but God, she’d never felt that way before, or since.
“I’m going to see my brother,” she said again while she continued to pack. “I told you how good-looking Bruf is, and how popular he is with the club girls. I’d almost guarantee you that he’s with someone by now, and even if he isn’t, I am...and I’m over him.” Melanie’s bottom lip quivered as she said:
“Devin doesn’t want you to go. He’s hurt, and confused, Sabrina. We would both feel so much better about this if you were taking him with you. You have to be able to understand that in our minds, if this is just about your brother...then you should want your fiancé along with you, to meet the rest of your family.”
Sabrina sometimes hated the fact that she was engaged to her best friend’s twin brother. Sometimes? Lately, almost all the time. They told each other everything, and at first, she’d found that so sweet; it had attracted her to Devin even more than his light brown eyes and sexy smile. But sometimes it just made her feel like an outsider, looking in. It was like they humored her and let her think she was making her own decisions as meanwhile they discussed everything behind her back and then teamed up on her to get her to come around to their way of thinking. She looked at the shirt she was about to put into her bag. It was her favorite shirt, and soon it wasn’t going to fit her any longer. That was because of one of the decisions they’d pushed her into, probably the biggest decision of her life so far.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help Melanie. She loved her friend. But Melanie and her husband Scott had put their idea out to her at dinner one night in front of the entire family. When she’d balked at that, Devin had taken her home and continued to work on her. He had already known what they were going to ask her, even before she did. She agreed to it eventually, and signed all of the legal papers before she even told her own mother. At the time, she thought the reality would be far in the future...but here she was only three months later, eight weeks pregnant with their baby.
“I’ve explained this to you, and Devin. My relationship with Wolf is fragile. I need time with him alone first, and the next visit will be all about family. I promise. Devin will have plenty of time to get to know him before the wedding next summer.” Sabrina also hated the way her stomach clenched each time she or anyone else used the word “wedding.” Women were supposed to be excited about getting married, especially when the man was beautiful to look at, wealthy, generous, and very much in love with her.
Sabrina cared a great deal for Devin, but when she thought “love” or even when she said the words to him, her thoughts returned to Bruf...a man she hardly knew. A man that once held a gun to her head and told her he’d have no qualms about pulling the trigger. It made her question her own sanity sometimes, but since she couldn’t stop thinking about him, she did the next best thing...and moved on. Devin deserved a wife who would be faithful and loyal, and she would be. You didn’t have to be “in love” with someone to love them, and Devin never had to know she wasn’t exactly “in love” with him. Maybe someday she would be...someday when her crazy heart stopped craving the bad boy in California and began to appreciate what it did have.
“You’re not even a little bit concerned about the baby?”
Sabrina’s hand went to her stomach, instinctively. The baby. Sometimes she couldn’t believe there was actual life growing inside of her. Some days she looked at a harried mother on the transit bus and thanked her lucky stars that she was only carrying this child, and it wasn’t really hers. Other days, she had to force herself out of bed...just thinking about the day, seven months from now, when she would have to push this child out of her body and hand it off to someone else. She, or he, would have half Sabrina’s DNA...but wouldn’t be hers. She lay awake some nights and thought about her own father. She’d hated him for a lot of years for abandoning her. Was she doing the same thing to this child? Rationally, she knew she wasn’t. Melanie and Scott would be wonderful parents and they could give a baby everything he or she desired. But what if the baby found out someday that Sabrina had carried it in her womb? Would he or she understand why she’d given them away?
Scott had just turned thirty-six and Melanie thirty this past year. They were feeling more pressure and more discouraged with each year that passed. They’d been together since high school. Melanie was Sabrina’s age...just twenty years old when they married. She didn’t have to work, thanks to Scott’s job as an attorney and her own inheritance...and all she’d ever wanted was to be a mother. They started trying right away. She had a miscarriage when she was twenty-two, another at twenty-five and for the past five years...nothing. After multiple tests, not just invasive but humiliating, she’d been told that not only would she probably never be able to carry a baby to term, she likely wouldn’t be able to even create another life. Ultimately at the age of 29 she’d had a complete hysterectomy and it was the reason she’d taken the assignment in Haiti...just to get away and clear her head. She and Sabrina had become fast friends and returned to the States, closer than sisters. Sabrina was already seeing Devin by that time too. Devin was one of the surgeons that had gone along on the trip and he’d taken an almost instant interest in her.
Devin proposed on the way back from Haiti and asked Sabrina to move in. Her only hesitation with leaving California was her mother, and the brother she still wanted to get to know. When she told Wolf that she’d accepted
Devin’s proposal, though, he encouraged her to stay in Florida and volunteered to send her mother out and pay for her living expenses until she got established. In the meantime, he gathered all the information there was to gather about Devin and gave him his long-distance stamp of approval. Sabrina found it borderline hilarious that the president of a 1% MC would do a background check on his sister’s fiancé. Wolf was definitely not of the mind that what was good for the goose was good for the gander.
Now, it had been six months since she and Devin moved in together. Time was flying, and the wedding was planned for June, the baby was due in April, and Sabrina would restart college in the fall. Taking the year off had been part of the deal with her soon to be sister-in-law. They wanted her to devote all her energy to making a healthy baby. Sabrina had balked at the whole idea at first, and she’d been not only shocked but angry when she fo
und out the initial idea had come from her fiancé. But ultimately, Melanie and Devin had tag teamed her and she had agreed to it all. She had many regrets about that now, but since the in vitro fertilization had taken on the first try...it was too late to dwell on them. She’d told her mother about the deal only after she was pregnant, and that hadn’t gone well. Her mother believed that Devin and Melanie were using and manipulating Sabrina, and it had caused a rift between the two families. It was mostly for that reason that she wanted to look her brother in the eyes when she told him. She doubted he’d be any happier about it than her mother was. It would be easier to just tell him over the phone, but she felt like she owed him more than that.
“That’s insulting. You know I got the all-clear from the doctor before I planned this trip. There is no medical reason at all that I can’t fly to California.”
“Maybe not,” Melanie said. “I just pray you’ll remember all of your reasons for flying back.”
3
Bruf considered himself poor white trash most of his life...but when it came to women, his head, and his dick, had other ideas. The club girls were about as good as jacking off, and it wasn’t because he thought he was too good for them. He liked most of them, on a personal, one-to-one level. But he simply wasn’t attracted to them. The women that made his cock stretch the fabric of his jeans were the ones that were dressed in professional attire, usually hurrying in or out of an office, or most especially, a hospital. Every time he saw a woman in scrubs, he thought about Sabrina. Hell, any time he saw a young woman with light brown hair, his dick did a happy dance until he realized it wasn’t her. He thought that he’d accepted he would probably never see her again. Wolf had told him in no uncertain terms that she was off-limits, and even though he talked about taking Blair out to meet her in Florida when they had time, he never mentioned bringing Sabrina to California for a visit. So, in his head, Bruf had accepted it. He was never going to have her and that one, hot, sexy kiss they shared over a year ago was going to be it. But his body did its own thing...and today as he watched the nurses at Fresno Community Medical Center get on and off the elevators, his body went into overdrive.
He had never actually seen Sabrina in a pair of scrubs. But it was one of his hottest fantasies. He knew she’d been working with Doctors Without Borders in Haiti and he’d heard Wolf mention that she’d enrolled in college in Florida to finish her nursing degree. So, on those long, lonely nights when one of the club girls wouldn’t do, and he was too tired or lazy to go into town and find someone that would...he stroked his cock and came in buckets to the image of her in a pair of...
Fuck! Pink scrubs! A young woman, probably about twenty-five or so, had just stepped off the elevator. She was dressed in a pair of hot pink scrubs and her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. The little head in his pants was instantly alert and full of ideas. He looked around for Manson, but he hadn’t come back yet. One of their guys had been in a pretty bad motorcycle accident a week before. Wolf had gotten information that maybe it wasn’t an accident after all. Maybe, the newly patched-in Aaron, aka A-Ron, had brought some drama with him from a club he had previously prospected for, and then left. So Bruf was on duty watching him, and Manson had stopped by to give Bruf a break. He usually stayed half an hour or so, and Bruf would go down and get something to eat. But that day, he’d decided to sit in the fourth-floor lobby by the elevators...and think about Sabrina. Manson was nowhere in sight and it had only been ten minutes since he’d gone back to see A-Ron. Impulsively, Bruf stood up and before the doors closed on the elevator, he was standing next to the pretty little nurse, breathing in her light perfume.
The girl looked up at him, albeit slightly nervously, and smiled. Bruf smiled back, trying not to overdo the wolfish grin he used on the club girls when he was horny. He intended to get those hot pink pants down around her ankles...but he’d have to be a little more delicate about it than he would be at the clubhouse, or even out at a club. She was at work, and he was pretty damned narcissistic as it was to think she’d even consider it.
“Long day?” he asked.
She smiled again and said, “I still have eight hours to go. I work twelve-hour shifts. I’m just on my lunch break.”
“Me too,” he said with a smile. “Maybe I could buy you lunch?”
She looked him over and with a slight red tint to her face she said, “You work here?”
“Nah. I’m a Westside Skull. I’m just here making sure one of my brothers is doing okay.”
The scarlet in her cheeks deepened. Women loved bad boys and Bruf knew it...whether most of them wanted to admit it or not. He knew he got most of the pussy out of a woman’s need to “slum it” a little bit. He wasn’t insulted or deterred by that. If he could get some fresh, sweet, professional pussy...he’d take it, however and why ever she wanted to give it up. “Oh,” she said. “Well, I was actually just going to eat my lunch in the park across the street.” She lifted the small insulated bag in her hand so he could see it.
“What a coincidence,” he said with a grin. “That’s where I was headed.”
She didn’t look like she believed him, but she didn’t look like she was going to run in the other direction either. They got off the elevator in the first-floor lobby and Bruf walked alongside her and out the door. There was a large, community park across the street behind the parking garages. They crossed the street together and when they got to the other side she said, “Bruf,” as she read his kutte. “That’s an unusual name.”
“Yep,” he said, not going into it. There was no time for pleasantries like that. He had to get back upstairs...but he had to fuck this hot little nurse first. “Your eyes sparkle out here in the sun,” he said. She smiled and blushed again. “I’ll bet your old man fell in love with those eyes, didn’t he?” She looked down at her feet as she walked toward a bench underneath a tree. Bruf saw the public restrooms to their right and another bench, closer to those. “Do you mind if we sit over here? I need to visit the little boys’ room.”
“Sure,” she said. “And I don’t have an old man.” That was a good sign. If she wasn’t thinking at least a little along the same lines as him, she would have just let him think she did.
“Damn...every man in your life must be gay or blind then.”
She giggled. “Gay or married,” she said. “I haven’t had a lot of luck with men.” She looked embarrassed almost as soon as she said it.
“You know what? Men are pigs, and they are usually only interested in one thing. It’s not your fault at all. Matter of fact, if I was being honest with you, I’d have to tell you that my first thought when I saw you wasn’t exactly an appropriate one. I apologize for that.”
She giggled again. “No need to apologize...” She cleared her throat and said, “I might have had an inappropriate thought or two of my own.” Bruf let her sit on the bench, and he sat next to her. Not close enough to make her uncomfortable, but there was a lot of bench left open on the other side.
“Well...I can’t even begin to tell you how thrilled that makes me.”
As red as a beet now she said, “I’m sure you don’t have any problems getting women.”
He grinned again. “Depends on the woman. See, I’m attracted to women like you, the good girls who wouldn’t just say fuck polite society and go into that bathroom right there and let me rock her world.”
She gasped. “Are you asking me to...?”
“Oh, no. I could see right away that you weren’t that kind of girl. But if you were...mm-mm...I’d be all over it in a second.” He watched her blue eyes go toward the bathroom and then come back to his face. He thought he saw her thinking it over; at least he hoped so. Manson was probably already looking for him and if he was going to get an ass-chewing, he hoped it was because he’d gotten himself a piece of the fine ass sitting next to him.
“What makes you think I’m not that kind of girl?” she said, boldly, but with a little quiver in her throat. “Maybe I’
m thinking the same thing you are. Men always assume that women want romance and candlelight. Maybe sometimes all we need is...” Bruf could tell she’d caught herself. She coughed and looked back down at her shoes. “Jesus, sorry...I just got out of a bad situation and I think that’s why I’m talking crazy...”
Bruf reached over cautiously and took her hand. “Or maybe, you are just looking for the same thing I am. Maybe you need it...as much as I do. You’re an adult, and if that’s the case, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.” She didn’t pull her hand away and she was staring up at his face. Bruf tipped his head down so that his lips and hers were dangerously close and he said, “Tell me to go away and I’m gone.” She made the next move. Her lips pressed hard into his and her arms went around his shoulders. Bruf slid his tongue into her hot mouth and while he kissed her, he thought about Sabrina. He knew what an asshole it would make him if this pretty little thing knew...but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. He was about to give her the best orgasm of her life on her lunch break, so in his mind, things would all be okay in the end.
He put his hands on her waist and stood them up slowly. Breaking the kiss long enough to take a look around, he said, “Nobody’s closer than the playground.” The playground was a good two or three hundred feet away and there were two men there, one with a toddler he was pushing on the swing and the other, who looked like a grandfather, helping his young grandson onto the slide. “If you want this, we should slip into the ladies’ room.”
Her eyes went wide. “The ladies’ room?”
He nodded. “There aren’t any ladies around. I think we’ll be safer in there. You can still say no, if you don’t want to.” The look on her face was a combination of thrill and doubt. He saw almost the instant that the thrill won out. She took his hand and led him around to the far side of the bathrooms, to the entrance of the women’s restroom. They both took another look around and seeing no one near, they ducked inside. Kissing and pulling at each other’s clothes, Bruf manipulated both their bodies into the stall and let go of her long enough to pull the door closed and lock it. He pulled the pink scrub top off over her head, and just as he’d hoped, there was lace and satin underneath. Her bra was pink too and it pushed her breasts up and together, making them look ripe and juicy. He dipped down and licked across the soft mounds of flesh, his mouth watering for more as he did. He pushed down the scrub pants. They provided easy access and he liked that too. Her panties were pink, matching the bra, and just had a string that went between her full cheeks in back. He got his hands on those and squeezed and massaged while his tongue delved down deeper into the bra. He wished that he had time to savor her...but he knew he had to hurry. Manson was going to call out the cavalry soon and then his ass would really be in trouble.
