BRUF

by Jessie Cooke

  Ediger chuckled and then he said something that was going to make Bruf wonder if someone up there was pulling his strings, trying to keep him from becoming a stone-cold killer. “Nope, I like up close and personal myself, a lot more fun...especially when it’s personal. I know of a place, nice and private. It’s a little bit of a hike, but he looks strong to me, and I’m sure you could make it. There’s a pretty rock up there at the top of this hill, and he can look out across a meadow full of wildflowers while you beat the motherfucker to a bloody pulp.”

  23

  “Hey, you okay?” Sabrina had been anxious all evening, even after a long, hot bath and tucking herself into bed. But the sound of Bruf’s voice was like balm to her aching soul.

  “I am now. Are you okay?”

  “Never better,” he said. She had a feeling he was lying, but she doubted he’d talk to her about it. She tried anyways.

  “You want to talk about what you’ve been up to out there?”

  “Same old,” he said. “Wolf started construction on the gym; he’s putting in a whole personal training section. He’s got us running around like chickens with our heads cut off, trying to figure out who was planting bugs in the club...oh...and Ash’s sister is getting married. That doesn’t really affect me, but I’m jealous because the wedding is in Miami, which would be a lot closer to you than California.”

  “I miss you, Bruf. I want to come home.” Sabrina was so torn up over the plans Melinda and Scott had to move to Dubai. She knew that she’d never get to see the baby, short of winning the lottery. She had planned on talking to Bruf about it when he called, but she didn’t want to waste what little time they had to talk on being depressed and upset. Besides, she got the feeling that with her all the way across the country, Bruf could be in denial about her being pregnant, and that was how he liked it.

  “I miss you too, baby. Soon...I promise.”

  “I wish you would tell me why I can’t come home.”

  “It’s safer for you if you don’t know. I’m horny, baby.”

  She laughed. “Well, you’ve got no problems talking about that.”

  “No, ma’am. My balls ache. I want you so bad it’s killing me.”

  She giggled again. “I don’t have balls, but if I did, I think they’d be aching too. I want you too, baby...bad.”

  “Wanna get kinky on Skype?”

  Sabrina looked down at her belly. It wasn’t very big, but she’d definitely put on some weight. She wondered how much he’d be able to tell over Skype. Fuck it. She wanted to see him. “Sure, let’s do it,” she said. “Give me a few minutes.”

  She heard him chuckle as she ended the call. Sabrina got out of bed and went into the bathroom to run a brush through her hair. She put on a little lip gloss and pulled off the long t-shirt and pajama pants she was wearing. Going over to her closet, she pulled out a box that she’d moved over from Devin’s but hadn’t unpacked. It had all of her nice lingerie...all the lingerie that seemed to hardly faze her fiancé at all; hopefully it did more for Bruf. She chose a red and black teddy that covered her breasts but was see-through and bloused out across her belly so she wouldn’t be self-conscious. It was red but outlined with black lace, and the panties...or the thong that went with it...were the same. She put that on and then pulled the office chair that sat in front of her desk a little ways back from where the laptop sat, threw a soft, black blanket over it, turned off the harsh overhead light, and turned on the lamp in the corner...and she was ready.

  With a smile in anticipation of seeing Bruf’s gorgeous face...and the rest of him...she opened the laptop and pulled up Skype. She pressed on Bruf’s picture and listened to it ring twice before she was suddenly looking at him...sitting on his bed in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue boxers. God, he was beautiful. His hair was getting long – it touched his shoulders in front now – and his green eyes shone on camera like emeralds. He hadn’t shaved for a day or two, and she could already almost imagine what that sexy, masculine stubble would feel like rubbing into her soft skin.

  “Well, hello, sexy,” he said with a big grin and lustful look on his face. “If I was there, you’d be in so much trouble wearing that outfit.”

  “Hello sexy, yourself. Damn, baby, you look good.”

  “Ha! You are freaking gorgeous, baby. Do me a favor, take the straps off your shoulders.” She reached up and pushed one, letting it fall, then she licked her lips and got them nice and wet before doing the same with the other one. “Fuck, baby, I want to suck on your shoulders...and that neck...Mm, tip your head back for me.” She reached up and tossed her hair back over her shoulders and tipped her head so that her entire neck was exposed. She had her eyes almost closed, but she was watching him through her lashes as his hand dropped down to his lap. She watched him reach into his shorts and begin to rub the huge bulge there. She’d never watched a man stroke himself, and not even seeing it, but knowing what he was doing, was making her wet. “Spread those pretty thighs open for me, baby.” Sabrina scooted her butt to the edge of the chair, lifted her legs, and placed them on the arms of the chair. Bruf shuddered and whispered, “Fuck,” under his breath. “Are you wet, baby?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “Put your hand in those little panties, touch yourself...let me hear how wet you are.” Sabrina slipped her hand down in the front of her panties. Her pussy was soaked already and as soon as her fingers touched her clit a surge of electricity ran through her body all the way to her toes. She whimpered and Bruf smiled. “Yeah, that’s my baby. I want to hear you. Rub that pussy, baby...make it feel good.”

  Sabrina began to rub her clit, squirming against the chair and getting more excited by the second, knowing Bruf was watching her. She could hear him breathing heavily as he stroked his cock and she could feel herself growing close to an orgasm already. “Talk to me, baby,” she said. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

  Bruf cleared his throat, stood up and took off his shorts, and sat back down. Sabrina’s eyes widened at the sight of his huge, hard cock. God, she wanted it inside of her. She watched him place his palm on top of it and get it wet with the pearly bead there before sliding his hand all the way down the shaft until he reached the base, and then sliding it back up to the tip. “I’d be kissing that neck right now, baby, licking it...sucking on it. God, I love your neck.”

  She rubbed her pussy harder. “More,” she breathed out. “Tell me more, Bruf.”

  “Take off that little nightie and panties first, I want to see all of you.”

  She stood up but before she pulled off her lingerie she said, “My belly’s a little...”

  “Don’t baby, please. You’re gorgeous and when you’re nine months pregnant you’re still going to be gorgeous and desirable. Let me see you.” With shaky hands she pulled the lingerie over her head and then hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and started to take them off. “No baby, turn around and take them off.” Sabrina smiled and turned her back to the camera. Arching her back, seductively, she slid the panties off...slowly. “Show me how wet they are, baby.” She held the panties up to the camera and Bruf licked his lips. “Damn, baby, I wish I could taste you right now.” Sabrina moved the chair out of the way and sat down on the edge of her bed. She spread her legs and put her hand on her pussy and said:

  “Tell me, baby...tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck, baby. Once I finished sucking on that sexy neck, I’d slide my lips down to your beautiful tits and I’d suck on that big, hard nipple.” She brought her free hand up and touched the right one with her thumb and forefinger. Pinching it slightly she said:

  “This one?”

  “Fuck yeah, baby, play with it for me.” She pinched and pulled on her nipples, massaged her breasts and rubbed her pussy, and the entire time Bruf was stroking his hard cock and talking dirty to her. Sabrina never could have imagined how erotic getting herself off while someone watched would be...but short of his being in the room, this might be the best sex she’d ever had. It was for
sure the best masturbation session that she’d ever had. “Take off your shirt, Bruf. I want to see all of you.” Bruf let go of his cock and used both hands to pull off his t-shirt. She loved his taut muscles and the colorfully inked tattoos that covered his upper chest and arms. She had spent time tracing them with her fingers the last time they slept together. He had the Westside Skulls emblem right in the center and it was surrounded by a Harley symbol on one side and a cluster of roses with a motorcycle in the center on the other. His upper arms were covered in tribal tattoos, and she loved the way they moved and rippled when he flexed his muscles. As soon as his shirt was off, his hand went back to his cock and he continued stroking himself. He was moaning, and the sexy noises were making her rub herself harder. She was getting more and more turned on, and closer and closer to an earth-shattering orgasm.

  “Damn, baby, I wish I was rubbing that pussy. Taste it for me.” She brought her hand up and licked her fingers while he watched and licked his lips. “Mm, baby, does it taste good?”

  “Mm-hmm...but you taste me so much better. I wish you were here to taste me.” She started rubbing her pussy again and he said:

  “Yeah, baby, tell me more.”

  “I wish you were down on your knees next to the bed with your face buried in my pussy. I wish I could feel the stubble on your face rubbing against my thighs. Mm...that tongue...I want to feel that tongue licking my swollen pussy lips, raking across my clit...”

  “Oh fuck, baby...yeah, tell me more.” Bruf was breathless. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. His head was dropped back, and he was jerking and pulling on his hard cock fast while his hips rocked up and down off the bed.

  “I want that cock, Bruf. I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me...hard. I want you to put me up on my hands and knees and bury that big cock in me from behind. I want you to grab onto my hips so hard that you leave fingerprints on my skin...” He was grunting loudly. “I want you to grab my tits and squeeze them and then right before you come I want you to grab a handful of my hair and I want you to pull...hard...while the only sound in the room is our bodies slapping together, our breathing, gasping, and grunting...Fuck, baby...I’m going to come.”

  “Oh yeah, baby...me too...”

  She rubbed harder and faster. Bruf didn’t miss a stroke and in seconds they were both crying out as the waves of an intense orgasm washed over her again...and again...and again. She collapsed back onto the bed and let the feelings flow through her entire body, touch every nerve, and tickle every one of her senses. When she opened her eyes Bruf was looking at her. He’d moved the camera so that it was only on his face, and in his green eyes she could see everything that she was feeling.

  “Thank you, baby,” he said with a smile.

  Breathlessly, she sat up and said, “Anytime, and thank you. I want to come home soon, Bruf.”

  “Soon, baby, I promise.”

  24

  Bruf rode on the high from Skyping with Sabrina for as long as he could, but when he finally fell asleep his dreams were filled with the images of his mother and father that night. He watched his father fight for the weed that was not worth dying for...but he died for it anyway...and then he watched the other guy put the gun to his mother’s head, and he heard her scream and cry and beg for her life...and then he heard the shot and he watched his mother die. He woke up sweating, sitting straight up in bed and gasping for breath. After getting a drink of water, he went in to take a shower. It was only just after five a.m., but he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep...he didn’t even want to try.

  Once he was dressed, he went over to the club to grab a cup of coffee. Gracie was in the kitchen, but thankfully so was Blair, and Gracie was on her best behavior in front of Wolf’s old lady. She gave Bruf a smile and muttered a good morning and left the room.

  “Hey, Bruf, are you okay?” Blair asked him as soon as Gracie was gone. Bruf had a meeting with Maggie in three hours. He was supposed to call Ediger later that day to make plans for taking care of the Bulldog...and he was at a complete loss for what to do. Most of all, he missed Sabrina. He’d never experienced caring so much about someone that when they weren’t with you, it felt like a piece of yourself was missing. It physically hurt. Maybe this was love. He’d almost said it to her the night before, but he’d stopped himself. If that was what this was with her, he wanted to say it to her face...with a path cleared so there was a chance they could have a future together.

  “Sure, yeah, I’m okay.” Bruf sat at the kitchen table and Blair went over to pour herself a cup of coffee. Blair was a counselor...a prison counselor at that. The look she gave him told him that she didn’t believe him, but she was trying to decide if she should press it or not. Part of him wished she would. Maybe it would help to talk to an impartial person. But he would never involve Blair in the shit that he was going through, any more than he would Sabrina. As it was, Wolf had already sent guys to follow her around and make sure she was safe...three thousand miles away. Bruf just wanted it all to be over. He just wanted things to be the way they used to be...and he wanted Sabrina.

  She sat across from him and said, “No offense, but you don’t look so good.”

  He smiled. “Rough night.”

  “You wanna talk about it?”

  “Yeah, but I really can’t,” he said, honestly. Blair nodded. She was smart, and she’d caught on fast to the way things worked in the club. Besides that, she loved Wolf and the only way she would be able to live in her own world and his was by sticking to the “need to know” rule that most of the women lived under.

  “Okay,” she said. “Wolf is at the house, alone. He’s up...maybe you can talk to him.”

  Bruf nodded. That was his best bet. Maggie had an agenda. Ediger had an agenda. Wolf would worry about how whatever Bruf chose to do would affect the club, but at least Bruf’s welfare would be included in his agenda. It was the closest thing to empathy he was going to find.

  A few minutes later Bruf was knocking on the door of Wolf’s and Blair’s little house behind the club. “Yeah!” Bruf opened the door and went inside. He found Wolf in the kitchen, looking at the toaster like it was from outer space.

  “Morning. Something wrong with the toaster?”

  Wolf shrugged. “I’ve got no fucking clue. I’m not even sure it is a toaster. Blair says it is...but the bread just sits there – how the fuck do I push it down?”

  Bruf tried to control the smile tugging at his lips. The man was practically a genius, but without his old lady he couldn’t figure out how to make toast. “Can I take a look?”

  “Have at it.” Wolf stepped back and Bruf stepped closer. The toaster didn’t look like a toaster; Bruf had to give him that. It was one of those brand new electronic models, fancy and black with stainless steel buttons and gadgets on it. Two slices of bread were sticking out of the top of it. It was plugged in, and Bruf noticed a button on the cord. He pressed it and suddenly the bread was sucked down into the toaster and a light on the front lit up, asking for light, medium, or dark. Bruf hit medium and mere seconds later, two pieces of toast were produced out the top. Wolf looked at him, rolled his eyes, and said, “Smartass fucker.” He grabbed his toast and took it over to the table. “What are you doing here so early, looking like shit?”

  Bruf chuckled and sat down. “I’m going to get my feelings hurt if people keep telling me how bad I look. I saw Blair grabbing a cup of coffee at the clubhouse. I guess she was on her way to work?” Wolf nodded and Bruf said, “Anyways, she thought maybe I should come over and talk to you, because I didn’t look so good.”

  He smiled and buttered his toast. “That’s my observant girl. So, what’s up?”

  Bruf wasn’t sure where to start. Finally, he just said, “Ediger knows where the guy is that killed my mother...the Bulldog. He’s out of prison.”

  Wolf stopped eating, put his toast down, and looked at Bruf’s face. “So, what are you going to do?”

  Bruf shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong
, I still dream about killing that motherfucker. But here’s my problem: Ediger told me yesterday about a place at the top of a hill where I could, and I quote, ‘beat him to a bloody pulp’ in peace.”

  “Oh shit. He’s talking about the place where they killed the agent.”

  “Yeah, the place that Maggie knows about. I can’t kill this guy up there, but I can’t tell Ediger why. I can’t very well go to Maggie and tell her that he told me about this place because I was looking for a place to kill this guy...what the fuck should I do?”

  Wolf chuckled. “You give me a lot of credit if you think I know. But let me ask you this...do you honestly think you’ll be able to put a gun to this guy’s head and pull the trigger?”

  “You don’t think I can?”

  “You ever killed anyone at pointblank range, Bruf?”

  “I’ve shot people...you know that...once or twice when I had to. I killed the guy that tried to kill you...I don’t honestly know if I hit any of the others, even when I was in the army. When it’s all chaos and everyone’s shooting, it’s hard to know who killed who.”

  Wolf nodded. “You’ve shot people, in self-defense or in defense of me...from outside a window, or across a dirt lot. My point is that you have never put your gun to someone’s head and pulled the trigger. Let me tell you something, that day when I shot Mouse, it was my first time killing someone execution-style like that. I didn’t have time to think about what I was doing, you know, it was in the heat of the moment. I’ve thought about it a lot since then though. I’ve even dreamed about it...or had nightmares, I guess would be more appropriate. If I’d been able to think about it before I did it...I may not have pulled that trigger. Having a gun in my hand pressed into that man’s head while it exploded...that’s a whole different ballgame than hitting someone from fifty or a hundred yards away.”