BRUF

by Jessie Cooke

  She was tossed over onto her back and the big man was on top of her, driving into her with a force that pushed her up and away from him. He grabbed her, holding her down this time before driving into her again. His big cock filled her up again, hitting bottom and sending a violent jolt through her body. Bruf slid a hand under her shoulders and used it to lift the top half of her up off the bed, and then he kissed her. He kissed, licked, sucked, and even bit at her lips while his cock slid in and out of her. He also pressed his body into hers so that almost every part of them was touching. The heat and the light sheen of sweat between them caused their bodies to meld together so it would be hard to discern where one began and the other ended. That was the hottest thought she’d had all night. The idea that their bodies had fused into one sent her spinning into another out-of-control orgasm that had her clutching at his shoulders and back, and digging her nails into his flesh. Bruf felt her coming and once again slipped a hand underneath her to tip her hips up into a position where she would be sure to feel every inch of him. He gradually slowed his pace as the waves of the orgasm subsided, and when she was left a shaking, shuddering pool of liquid heat, he slid slowly out of her, smiled down at her, kissed her lips softly, and said:

  “I’m going to fuck you now, baby, like you’ve never been fucked before.” His grin turned devilish as he said, “I’m just warning you, it might ruin you for any other man, ever.”

  Breathless and so weak she could hardly form a smile at that point, Sabrina managed, “You already have.” Hearing her say that seemed to excite him more than he already was. He used one hand to flip her over onto her stomach and then before she’d even arched up off the bed, he plunged his cock back into her. She moaned and pushed her butt up higher. Bruf grabbed her hips and positioned her where he wanted her to be, and then he began to plow into her soaked pussy from behind. Even after three...or maybe four...orgasms, he caused her body to tingle all over. He reached around underneath her and took one of her breasts in his hand and played with it while he fucked her. The whole bed was rocking, and the sounds of their breathing and their bodies slapping together filled the room. Bruf slid the hand that was pleasuring her breast down her body, and let his fingers find her clit. She cried out as he pinched down on it and then he put his mouth right next to her ear and said:

  “I’m going to come, baby...come again with me.”

  Sabrina felt another wild spark of pleasure ignite in her core and she nodded wildly. Bruf didn’t miss a beat, driving hard into her from behind while manipulating her clit and driving her toward another earth-shattering orgasm. She could hear him panting harder and she felt that big cock grow bigger and harder against the sensitive walls of her pussy. Every one of her senses was alive as she plunged head first into her next orgasm, screaming out his name this time as she did. She felt his fingers dig into her flesh and he cried out her name too...just as he exploded inside of her. She could hear him gasping and groaning as he emptied himself. And then in another smooth, sexy movement, he draped a big arm around her middle, pulled her up against him, and rolled them both onto their sides so that he was spooning into her from behind.

  They both lay there silently catching their breath and adjusting to the unbelievable feelings they’d just created in one another. Sabrina let herself float on those feelings, refusing to allow the questions in just yet. She’d have plenty of time later to decide what to do with her life. But for just right then, she didn’t want to even imagine there were other people in the world, or other problems to face. For just that one night...she wanted to believe they were the only two people in the world. She snuggled tighter into his embrace and closed her eyes. It wasn’t long before she felt herself drifting into a comfortable sleep...a place where Bruf usually occupied her dreams. Not tonight, though. Tonight, he occupied her bed and he’d just possessed her body. Tonight, he was hers in the flesh, so when she finally fell asleep, there weren’t any dreams to interrupt the feelings that having her body fitted against his perfectly brought her.

  Sabrina woke up some time later. The shades were closed so it was still mostly dark in the room, but she thought she could see some light trying to come in. She briefly wondered what time it was, but before her mind had time to regain its consciousness, she felt Bruf’s hard cock pressing into her. She instinctively arched her back and let it rub up against her. He moaned, and before she knew it, he’d rolled her onto her back and he was looming above her. He reached down and gripped his hard cock and slid it into her. For just a brief second, she worried about what she must look like and how badly she needed to brush her teeth. But it was just for a second, because Bruf was thrusting in and out of her, building a steady rhythm and increasing his pace along with the ripples of electricity that flowed from his body and invaded hers.

  She held onto his shoulders and rocked up into him. She moved with him, in tandem, in a rhythm like a dance...the most beautiful dance that she’d ever experienced. He leaned down to kiss her and for a second, she hesitated. Bruf wasn’t taking no for an answer. He didn’t seem to notice or care that she needed to brush her teeth. His kiss was hard, sweet, and sexy, and she gripped onto his bulging biceps and let the feelings and emotions fill her up once more until she exploded again, and then Bruf did too, and once more they wrapped themselves up in each other’s arms and legs and fell back into a deep, peaceful sleep.

  11

  “Do you hear that?” Sabrina’s whispers were so close to his ear that for a second the words didn’t penetrate, or matter. He felt the warmth of her breath, and that quickly, he was horny again. She was lying in his arms, cuddled up into his chest with her breasts pressed into him and her face pressed into his shoulder. His hands were on her lower back and they itched again with the need to be all over her body. He’d never had sex twice with the same woman...and still wanted her again this badly only hours later. “Bruf, are you awake? I think I heard a motorcycle.”

  He was awake then. He let go of her and jumped up off the bed so quickly that she looked shocked. Her hair was stuck in strands along the sides of her face and her eyes were wide, and for half a second, he forgot what he was doing and just stared down at her...in awe. The sound of the Harley engine shutting off brought him back to the moment, and he moved over to the window and peeked out through the blinds. He didn’t know what time it was, but it was bright outside. It looked hot and the sun was almost straight up in the sky. It was also glinting off the chrome of the two bikes that had just driven up and parked next to his. He recognized them both. One belonged to Smoke and the other to Wolf...his president, and the brother of the naked woman lying two feet away from him. The woman that he’d fucked all night and would gladly do again right now...that is, if Wolf weren’t getting off his bike and headed toward the door.

  “It’s Wolf and Smoke,” he told her.

  “Oh no! Maybe he won’t know you’re here...”

  Bruf turned and smiled at her. “He parked right next to my bike. He knows I’m here.”

  “Damn. I’m sorry. I don’t want to make trouble for you.”

  Bruf heard the knock on the door but he ignored it for a second and sat down next to her on the bed. Taking her face in his hand he said, “I came here because I couldn’t stay away any longer. Last night was...amazing. This morning, waking up holding you...amazing. Whatever fallout I have to face from Wolf, I will face it, gladly. You didn’t cause any trouble for me, Sabrina. I’m a big boy. I made my choices.” The knock on the door was louder, more forceful. “But I need to go deal with them now.” He kissed the side of her face and said, “Give us some time before you come out. Go ahead and take your shower or whatever, and give me a few minutes to calm him down.”

  Sabrina nodded, but she looked terrified. “He won’t hurt you, will he?”

  Bruf smiled again. She was still trying to figure out how the club did things, and separate what she’d seen on television and in the movies from reality. “The worst I can expect is a punch in the mouth. I’ll live.” He stood up
and her worried eyes caused him to lean back down and kiss her softly. “It’ll be okay. baby, I promise.” She nodded, and he gathered his clothes as he left the room, putting them on quickly before he reached the door. He could tell by the force of the knocks that they were getting impatient...at least Wolf was. He was still adjusting his t-shirt with one hand when he unlocked the door and pulled it open with the other. He hadn’t expected that punch in the mouth so soon – Wolf’s big fist connected with his jaw and sent him flying backwards. He landed on his ass on the floor and even slid across the polished wood slightly until his back connected with one of the end tables as he came to rest. He felt a trickle of blood beginning to run slowly down his chin. He licked at it as he pushed himself up off the floor, not looking at Wolf until he was standing straight up. Smoke stood behind their boss, expressionless as Bruf’s eyes locked into Wolf’s brown ones.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Have you lost your mind?”

  Bruf put his hand up to his mouth and wiped at the blood and then said, “Maybe, but Boss, she’s not a kid...and neither am I. I don’t know why you’re so dead set against this, but I care about your sister and I don’t think I can just walk away from her any longer just because you say so.”

  Wolf’s eyebrows went up and he said, “First, you do whatever I fucking say so because I’m your fucking president...” Bruf knew he was going to piss him off even further, but he couldn’t stop himself. When he opened his mouth, it was like listening to someone else say something so stupid that it made you want to cringe.

  “You’re my president, not my father, not my conscience, not my God. I follow your orders, to the letter when it is about work and the club. But I’m not letting you dictate my life to me anymore. I’m sorry, Boss. You know this is hard for me. I don’t like talking to you like this...”

  “She’s engaged – to a doctor! Did she tell you that? She’s in school to be a nurse. She’s got her whole life mapped out, and it’s a good life. It’s a life where she won’t have to worry about gunfights and rivals and visiting her old man in prison someday. She won’t be surrounded by crude men who don’t know how to treat a lady. She’ll be in a place where she’s always treated with respect. She deserves that, Bruf. She’s been brutalized by men...she...”

  “I know what happened to her. I was there, remember?” He wasn’t there when they gang-raped her, or sent the videos of it around to everyone on campus, or when the little piece of shit that fancied himself a ladies’ man actually had the nerve to show up and try to rape her again. He wished he had been. Sabrina had to protect herself that night, and her mother had taken the fall for it. If Bruf had been there, he could guarantee that the pig’s own mother wouldn’t have been able to identify him afterwards. Smoke had gotten to take out the other three and Bruf had been left feeling helpless and angry at the time. He was fighting his feelings for her and he’d had to suppress his desire for vengeance for her. But now he was finished...with all of that. Wolf was just going to have to accept that he wanted Sabrina, and Sabrina wanted him. “She’s moved on, Wolf. She’s doing good, just like you said. But her fiancé...the rich guy who you think is so wonderful, she doesn’t love him. And...he broke up with her last night, on the phone. So, don’t talk to me about how he treats her with respect and like a lady. What kind of man breaks up with a woman three thousand miles away?”

  “Where is she? I want to talk to her.”

  “I’ll get her...”

  “Fuck no!” Wolf said. “Go with Smoke back to the club. I need you out of my sight right now and I need to talk to my sister.”

  Bruf hesitated. He’d never been so reluctant to follow Wolf’s orders before. But he didn’t want to leave Sabrina alone to face his wrath...and he wanted his boss to start coming around to the idea that ordering him away from her wasn’t going to work anymore. After finally having her, there was no way he was letting anyone take her away...not even Wolf. He was about to tell Wolf that, when he heard the click of the bedroom door being pulled open. Sabrina stepped out into the hallway with her hair wet and pulled into a ponytail, her face scrubbed clean and shining, and wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. Her eyes went from Bruf’s to her brother’s and back to Bruf again. “Bruf, Wolf is right. He and I need to talk.” Her eyes went to Bruf’s mouth then and she turned on her brother and said, “Did you hit him?”

  “It’s fine,” Bruf said.

  “Seriously? I get accused of being immature and this is how you handle things?”

  “Sabrina...” Bruf tried again. Wolf was glaring at him like he wanted to punch him again, and Sabrina’s scolding him wasn’t helping. Bruf knew his boss had good reasons for not wanting him with his sister, so he didn’t blame him at all for being pissed off. But for the first time in his life he suddenly had a desire to deal with his past, so that he could move on. For the first time in his life he’d met someone he wanted to move on with, and he was as willing to fight for her as Wolf was.

  “I asked if you hit him!”

  “Yeah, I did,” Wolf said, in a what the fuck are you going to do about it tone. Bruf was intimately familiar with that tone. Wolf rarely used it on him, because Bruf rarely defied him. But many a man had...and many a man had suffered for it. Sabrina didn’t look, or sound, fazed as she said:

  “That was stupid. If you’re not grown up enough to use your words, then you’re not grown up enough to be judging me.”

  “Sabrina...” Bruf tried again. This time Wolf turned on him.

  “Go!” he bellowed. “You and I will talk later, you can bet on it.” Bruf respected his president, but unlike a lot of people, he wasn’t afraid of him. He rarely felt fear, and that had nearly gotten him killed more than once in his life. He knew Wolf wasn’t going to kill him over this...but he also knew he was putting his future with the club in jeopardy. Still, he just couldn’t seem to stop himself. He opened his mouth yet again, but before anything came out he heard Sabrina say:

  “Please go, Bruf. We’ll talk later.” She didn’t take her eyes off her brother when she said it. He imagined they were going to have a pretty good row when he and Smoke did leave. Sabrina was headstrong; he’d figured that out the first time he met her. Wolf was the most stubborn man he’d ever met. They could probably talk all day and night and neither of them would give an inch. But he realized that there were things the two of them needed to hash out, alone. He had faith that Sabrina wasn’t willing to roll over and just let Wolf have his way since the last time he was the one that had pushed her out of his life, not the other way around. Instead of opening his mouth and making things worse, Bruf nodded at her, scooped his kutte off the back of the couch, and followed a relieved-looking Smoke out the door.

  12

  “Can I get you something to drink?”

  Sabrina was proud of herself. The shakiness she felt inside wasn’t apparent at all in her voice, even as her big brother stared down at her, his face hard and his posture rigid.

  “No, this isn’t a social call, Sabrina, so cut the crap and let’s get down to it.”

  “Okay, you want me to cut the crap? Fine. I am nearly twenty-one years old. I will see who I want to see, and do who I want to do.” Wolf winced at the “do,” but she didn’t care, he’d asked for it. “This whole thing of you deciding who I see and don’t see is old already. Let’s look for something else to argue about, because I’m not arguing about this anymore. I have feelings for Bruf. I want to be with him...”

  “And what about your life in Florida? Can you even begin to see why I might think you’re too immature to be making these kinds of decisions on your own? First you’re going to Haiti, and then back here for school. Then you’re engaged to some doctor you met in Haiti and you’re staying in Florida. Then you’re back here and,” he paused before spitting it out, “sleeping with Bruf...the night after your fiancé supposedly broke up with you over the phone. Can you hear how flighty and impulsive that all sounds, Sabrina?”

  She could, and it pi
ssed her off. “Yes, honestly I can hear how bad that all sounds. Have a seat, Wolf, please.” He sighed, but went over and sat down on the couch. She took a seat in the chair across from him and said, “If Bruf had stood up to you a year ago, I never would have gone to Haiti. I knew I wanted him then, and I knew he wanted me. But you put your foot down and he gave in...”

  “Sabrina, there are things about our world...things about us...that you don’t understand. I love Bruf more than I could love a brother of my own blood. I want him to be happy. But the truth is that he’s not. Even with you, Sabrina, he’s not going to be happy. He lives in a pool of darkness. There are things about him that I only just found out about. Things that could come to the surface at any time and pull him under. I’ve seen it happen before with other men, and it’s not something I ever want you to have to experience.”

  Sabrina shivered involuntarily. She sensed there was a lot more to Bruf than the hard-edged biker that lay on the surface. She just assumed that if they ever got to be together, he’d talk to her about whatever it was, and they’d deal with it, together. “Everyone has secrets,” she said. “Isn’t the idea of being in a relationship to share those secrets with someone that will help you move forward?”

  “A relationship? Do you honestly think that Bruf is capable of that?”

  “Why wouldn’t he be? You are. Blair loves you, despite everything she must know about you by now. Fuck, Wolf, she watched you kill a man, and she still loves you. She comes from a world that is even further removed from yours than mine is from Bruf’s. But you two are making it work. Why can’t you just believe that Bruf and I can make it work as well?”

  “I’ve known him for ten years, Sabrina. He’s never even come close to being in a relationship. It’s different with me because despite what you may see when you look at me, it’s what I’ve always wanted...one woman, and a family. Loyalty and faithfulness is everything to me, and it is to Blair as well. We’re more alike than it might appear on the surface. But that’s not the case with you and Bruf. I don’t believe he’s capable of being completely honest with you about his life, and as far as being faithful...I have my doubts about that as well. It took him a decade to finally tell me who he was and where he came from. Are you willing to live with a man that you don’t really know, Sabrina? Are you willing to trust a man that’s never been faithful or loyal to a woman in his life?”