by Jessie Cooke
He brought his lips back up to hers and as he kissed her, he pushed her into the wall of the stall and unhooked her bra. Her big tits spilled out and he couldn’t resist another bite of them. He felt her hands fumbling with his belt and one of them tracing down the length of his hard erection and back up again. He finally pulled back and unbuckled his belt, letting her unbutton and unzip the jeans and push them down. His shorts went with them and his hard cock popped out. The nurse gasped, and Bruf couldn’t help but smile. He wondered if Sabrina would be impressed. How many men had she been with? He might be wrong, but he liked to imagine that she hadn’t been with many.
The girl he was with started to slide down his body. He almost let her...God, he’d love a good blowjob. But they didn’t have time. He had to be in that pussy. He held her up against him and slipped two fingers under the front of her panties. She was soaked and for a second, he just held her tightly and let his fingers explore all the soft, warm wetness. She was shuddering into him and moaning, and he felt like he was going to explode. Finally, he spun her around so that she was facing the wall. Pressing down on the small of her back, he coaxed her to arch it and then he used his fingers to move the string and once again find her soaked pussy. Once he located it, he manipulated her clit and lips with one hand, and fished a condom out of his pocket with the other. He used his teeth to rip it open and reluctantly pulled his fingers out of her long enough to slide it on. When he imagined making love to Sabrina, it was always skin to skin...it made him want to come just thinking about it.
For now, he rolled on the condom and moving the string aside again, he pushed up into her. She cried out and her nails clawed into the steel wall. Her pussy felt good. It was wrapped tightly around his hard cock as he began to move in and out of her. He slid a hand up and kneaded her breasts while he fucked her. Pleasure flooded his body as she got more excited and pushed back against him with each of his thrusts. She was loud, and he hoped that no one called the cops...but at the same time he liked it. He liked knowing that he was pleasing a woman. When she curled her fingers into the wall and screamed out, “Oh fuck!” he knew that she’d reached her peak. He felt the warmth as his condom-covered cock was flooded with her orgasm. It sent him hurtling over the edge and he held onto her tightly as he came, pumping in and out over and over, still squeezing her tits and pulling at her nipples and making her moan. His orgasm was long and came from a place deep in his core...that place where his fantasies about Sabrina dwelled. When he finished at last, he gently stood her up straight and pulled out of her. As he peeled off the condom, she turned around slowly and looked up at his face.
He smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, politely. “Thank you. I’m not going to see you again, am I?”
“Who knows?” he said. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again at the hospital.”
She nodded and then they both dressed silently. He left first while she cleaned herself up enough to be able to return to work. He waited near the road that led across to the hospital until he saw her come out and made sure she looked okay...and then he went back inside to face the music from his VP for shirking his duties. Those times were rare. Bruf was usually the most dedicated man the Skulls had in their crew, so his punishment was no more than an ass-chewing. He took it, didn’t argue, and when Manson left he went back to guarding their brother with a satisfied smile on his face.
4
Sabrina left Florida with a headache. After Melanie’s little dramatic scene, Devin had come home, and she had a similar one with him. Melanie was convinced Sabrina was going to go to California, end up with Bruf, leave Devin, and find a way to steal her baby. It was almost like borrowing money from your best friend...once she agreed to have the baby, everything changed. She was quickly tiring of having to explain herself to everyone, and that was exactly what she told Devin right before she stepped on the plane.
When she landed in California, seven hours later, the headache was still there, like a hangover. She took her phone off airplane mode as she walked toward the turnstile to pick up her bags, and she already had two text messages from Devin. The first told her to remember how much he loved her and the second urged her to hurry home. She sighed and turned off the phone, sticking it in her pocket and hoping she could forget about all of that for a few days and enjoy her visit with her brother and his old lady.
She grabbed her bags and headed toward the front of the Fresno Air Terminal. She was near the Starbucks kiosk, thinking about how badly she missed caffeine, when she saw the sign with her name on it. A lady was holding it and although she’d never seen her, Sabrina knew it had to be Blair. Wolf had described her once. He told his sister that Blair had long brown hair that was as soft as silk, and eyes the color of Elizabeth Taylor’s...violet. Sabrina didn’t believe there was such a thing as violet eyes. She’d always assumed Elizabeth Taylor’s were some trick of the camera. But she realized, when she saw Blair, that she’d been wrong. Her brother hadn’t exaggerated. His old lady was gorgeous, and Sabrina immediately felt almost intimidated by her.
“Sabrina?” the woman said before she’d had a chance to speak herself.
Sabrina smiled. “Yeah, you must be Blair.” Blair was staring at her and Sabrina was about to ask if she had something in her teeth when the other woman said:
“Yes...I’m sorry...you look so much like Wolf, it’s funny to see his features on a woman. I would have never guessed how pretty he would be.”
Sabrina laughed. “Well, thank you, I think.”
Blair smiled and took the smaller suitcase out of Sabrina’s hand. “It’s a compliment, believe me.” Suddenly, she put the suitcase down and embraced Sabrina, hugging her tightly. “It’s really good to meet you. I’m so glad you came. I’m way outnumbered by men here.”
“It’s good to meet you too...and I’m glad I came too. Does Wolf know I’m here?”
Sabrina followed Blair out the door and down the sidewalk a way to where a small dark Toyota was parked. Blair popped open the trunk and put the case she’d carried inside, and Sabrina did the same with hers. As Blair closed it she said, “No. I’m so excited to surprise him. His party isn’t until eight tonight, though, we’ll have to keep you hidden until then. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind hanging out at my house? I live with Wolf in his house now and rent mine out to my best friend Lana. But Lana’s out of town for the week and you would have the place to yourself. It’s stocked with food and you’ll be able to relax, and shower, or whatever you want to do before the party.”
“That sounds great,” Sabrina said. “Thanks.” Blair talked while she drove, telling Sabrina about the party she’d planned for Wolf that night. She talked about the club girls making food and Manson inviting some of the fighters from the gym and a few of the Skulls from Boston that were in town for another fight. Wolf told Sabrina what Blair did for a living and she couldn’t help but wonder how her brother’s old lady was reconciling her two lives. As if reading Sabrina’s mind Blair suddenly laughed and said:
“If anyone would have told me a year ago that I’d be planning a party for the president of an MC, to be held at an actual clubhouse, with a guest list that resembles the client list on my computer at work, I would have told them they were crazy.”
Sabrina figured since Blair had brought it up, she could ask: “Was it hard for you...to embrace Wolf’s lifestyle the way you seem to be doing?”
“Yes, it was, actually. Their lifestyle is definitely different than mine ever was. But I wasn’t the one to do all of the changing. Wolf and I found a middle ground. It’s doable, as long as you’re both willing to compromise. I’m sure you get that though, right? I mean, I don’t know Devin, and I’ve just met you, so I’m just assuming.”
“Yeah, a lot of compromise,” Sabrina said. She was beginning to realize as time went on that so far all of the compromise had been one-sided. She was the one that moved to a new state. She was the one that agreed to have a baby for his sister. She was the
one that gave up a year of school. This trip was the first thing she’d done solely for herself in a long time and that was why she’d been so unwilling to give it up.
Blair drove the car up in front of a cozy-looking little brick house. The windows had flower boxes around them with brightly colored flowers growing out of them, and the little front porch held a pair of wicker chairs and a small table with a glass top between them. Again, Sabrina got a weird pang in her chest when she saw it. She thought about the house she lived in with Devin. It was on Cocoa Beach, about forty-five minutes out of Orlando, where Devin worked and her mother lived. The view there was like a painting. It was gorgeous...perfect. The mostly-glass house had six bedrooms, a gourmet kitchen, two living rooms, three bathrooms, an office, a game room, and even though they were only steps away from the ocean, they also had two swimming pools...one indoor and one out. She often roamed the big old house when Devin was at work, feeling like a ghost in her own home. She couldn’t even spend her time cleaning it, or decorating, doing yard work or laundry. Devin had “staff” for all of that, and he insisted she not lift a finger to do any of it. When she complained she was bored, he urged her to get involved in one of the many society events that his friend’s wives took part in.
But that was the problem...she didn’t want to be a society person. She wanted to be a nurse, live in a little brick house like this one, and if compromises needed to be made for the relationship to work...she didn’t want to be the one who was always making them. Maybe Melanie was onto something when she worried about California changing Sabrina’s mind about what she wanted. It suddenly seemed like all the doubts she’d had about her life were coming to the surface and although they’d been nagging all along, they were getting louder and practically insisting she stand up and take notice of them.
Once inside, Blair showed her around the house. It was as cozy inside as it was out. “Your house is so cute, I love it.”
Blair smiled. “Thank you. I do too...but after that whole, horrible incident last year, it just never felt the same to me. Lana loves living here. She’s engaged now, though, so after she gets married I’ll probably have to look for someone else to rent it to...or sell it.”
Sabrina told herself she didn’t believe in signs. Just because she liked the house and Blair was going to have to find a new renter...it meant nothing, at least as far as her life was concerned. She loved Devin. He had their life planned out. She couldn’t break his heart...
“So, make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to whatever you want or need and if you don’t mind, I’ll send one of the guys to pick you up. I don’t want your brother to get suspicious if I leave later. I’ve managed to get all these big mouths to keep this party a surprise for a while now. I don’t want to blow it at the last minute.”
Sabrina smiled. “I don’t mind,” she said. She almost told Blair, “As long as it’s not Bruf,” but the truth was, she’d be thrilled if he was the one who showed up. Damn...Melanie’s voice was suddenly in her head, “Remember all the reasons you have to come back.” She put her hands on her belly and for just a second, she forgot Blair was watching her. When she looked up, Blair was looking curiously at the way she was rubbing her belly.
“Is your stomach upset?”
“Um...no, I’m okay. It’s a little queasy, probably from the meal on the plane. But no big deal, I’ll be fine. You go ahead and get back if you need to. I’ll be ready when the driver gets here for me.”
Blair hugged her again before she left and once she was gone, Sabrina spent an hour trying to decide what to wear. Melanie had raised an eyebrow a few times when she watched her pack. Sabrina had pulled out jeans that she hadn’t worn since they got back from Haiti, and t-shirts with rock band and Metal Mulisha insignias. She wasn’t going to show up at the Skulls clubhouse in a cocktail dress for sure, and she was happy about that. Another thing she got tired of was dressing up all the time. Even at home, if she “dressed down,” as Devin called it; he “preferred” that she wore slacks or a sundress. Sabrina grew up in jeans, cutoffs, and t-shirts and she felt uncomfortable in most anything else.
She finally settled on a pair of Lucky jeans with holes in one thigh and below one knee. Underneath them she wore a pair of black fishnet stockings and with them she wore a black ZZ Top t-shirt. She put on her black ankle boots and once her hair was curled and her makeup on, she checked her reflection, and her first thought was whether or not Bruf would be there and if so, would he like the way she looked? She shook her head at her own reflection. She was a mess, and she knew it. Maybe it was the hormones. That was as good an excuse as any.
When it was almost time for her ride to arrive, she took her bag and went out to wait for him on the front steps. It was a warm night and the sun was just starting to go down.
When she was growing up, she hated Fresno...hated all of the Central Valley. She couldn’t wait to get out. But now, she realized it was in her blood...this place, it was her home. That doubt she’d been feeling for so long was beginning to feel more like panic. The kind of panic that comes from making impulsive decisions and either having to live with them, or figure out how to reverse them. She almost felt like she couldn’t breathe for a few seconds as she had that thought. But the lights of the black van as it turned into the driveway shone on her face and snapped her out of it. She was going to get to see her brother, and party with a bunch of people that wanted to talk about something besides money and politics. It was going to be a good night.
The blinding lights kept her from being able to see who was stepping out of the van, but she picked up her bag and smiled at the dark silhouette anyway. She had stepped off the porch when the big shadow crossed in front of the van and then stopped dead in his tracks. She stopped in hers too. Suddenly, she was staring at the man she knew was the basis for all of those doubts she’d been having. Bruf’s green eyes were on her face. Shock colored his features and for those brief minutes as he stood and looked at her, the hard mask that he’d worn most of the time when she’d first met him a year earlier was absent.
5
Fucking Smoke. He’d asked Bruf to go and pick up Blair’s friend for him because he’d already had too much to drink. Bruf thought that was unlike him, but Smoke never asked for anything, so he agreed to go...and he’d just assumed it was Lana he was picking up. He had spent a pretty hot weekend in Vegas with Lana...he wouldn’t mind hooking up with her again. Never in a million years did he expect to see Sabrina tonight, but Smoke, who sat around with his mouth shut most of the time, listening...he knew.
“Bruf...hi...” Her smile was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her hair lay straight and soft against her shoulders, and her hazel eyes seemed to be looking straight through him. Those lips...he remembered the way they felt against his, intimately. Fuck.
“Hey,” he finally managed, proud that he didn’t sound the least bit shocked to see her. He walked around and opened the passenger door on the van. With a look that he couldn’t quite interpret, she brushed past him and climbed up into the seat. He felt a little guilty, but his eyes didn’t miss the chance to check out her backside as she did. She had a smoking hot body and he’d had more than one dream where she was the star...and that body was all his. He closed the door and went around to get into the driver’s seat. When he was in and had his seatbelt on, she said:
“I’m surprised to see you. Blair didn’t tell me you would be the one picking me up.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, as nonchalantly as he could. He put the van in reverse and backed out of the driveway, quietly heading the van toward the direction of the clubhouse.
“It’s good to see you,” she said.
Bruf wished that she would stop. She was so sweet...but she tried too fucking hard. He didn’t know if he had the strength to push her away again.
“Yeah,” he said. “You too.”
He got onto the highway and for a while it was silent again. He reached to turn up the CD he had in the stereo when she said, “
How have you been?”
Fuck. “Good,” he said, turning the volume up and hoping she got the hint. He could see her out of the corner of his eye. She looked sad, or offended. Trying to ignore the pang of guilt he was feeling, he reached down into the side of the door and pulled out his pipe. He stuck it in his teeth and reached for his lighter.
“Would you mind waiting until we get there to light that?” She almost had to yell over the music. Bruf looked at her, surprised. He didn’t remember her having a problem with them smoking around her before.
“Why?”
She ran a hand over her stomach. That little show of her touching herself...any part of her body...sent a wave of desire rushing through him that settled in his core.
“My stomach is a little upset,” she said. “The smell of weed probably won’t help.”
He almost asked her if she was okay, if there was anything she needed. He caught himself again. Instead, he tossed the pipe back down in the door, almost hard enough to break it, and said, “Yeah, fine, I can wait.”
