BRUF

by Jessie Cooke

  “Part black? Bruf, I have to ask and please forgive me, but is that going to be a problem for you?”

  He smiled gently and kissed her softly. “Did I ever tell you about my first love?”

  Sabrina shook her head and said, “No, but I have a feeling you’re about to.”

  He smiled again and for a second, he got a faraway look in his eyes. “Her name was Paulette and she was beautiful. She was also smart and funny and sweet...” Sabrina knew it was ridiculous, but she felt a little pang of jealousy as he described her. “Paulette was also half black. She got pregnant with my baby and when Ediger found out, he went ballistic. He beat me and let his crew beat me until I was almost dead. The stress of it all caused Paulette to miscarry. It was horrible...but she went on to college and last I heard, she was doing well, so I’m happy about that. My point is that color, race...none of that matters to me. It’s the person I fall in love with. The baby she was carrying...I wanted that baby so badly even though I was way too young and had no idea how to support it. It broke me when she lost it and especially when she didn’t want to be with me any longer. That’s why when you first told me about the baby I freaked out. It wasn’t because he or she wasn’t mine, and it wasn’t because of the race of the father. It just scared me and brought back a lot of memories.”

  “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

  “I’m sorry for the way it happened,” he said, “but all of it happened for a reason, I believe. It all led me to you.”

  Sabrina kissed him again. This time he slid one arm underneath her legs and the other behind her back and he stood up, taking her with him. He carried her down the hallway as they kissed, and when they got to the bedroom, he laid her down on the bed. He just looked at her for a few minutes, whispering softly about how beautiful she was, and then his hands went to the hem of her t-shirt and slowly he pushed it up until he slipped it over her head. He set it aside and did the same with her yoga pants. She was wearing a white lace bra and matching panties. Bruf leaned down and kissed one of her hard nipples through the lace and then he brought up his calloused fingers and began to gently roll it, making it peak even harder against the white fabric. His other hand went down between her legs and he rubbed his fingers against the wet satin crotch of her underwear. She could feel her own breaths shortening as she got more excited. She spread her legs open to give him better access, while reaching her own hands up to let them explore the taut muscles of his chest and trace the lines of the tattoos that she’d missed so badly.

  Bruf slipped his hand around underneath her and unhooked her bra. He pulled it off slowly, while his eyes were glued to her breasts as they fell out of the cups. Her pussy was getting even wetter as he continued to work his fingers up and down the panty-covered slit, and when he leaned down and licked one of her nipples, she felt a hot rush of liquid run down her inner thighs and soak any part of the panties that was still dry. Bruf used both of his hands to push her panties down off her while he had a nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it and rolled it around on his tongue, making her moan and squirm underneath him. He massaged the other breast and flicked the nipple lightly, and then out of the blue he bit down on the one in his mouth. She cried out, but in ecstasy, not in pain, and she grabbed the back of his head and pressed it into her chest.

  Bruf sucked harder, sucking nearly an entire breast into his mouth. Sabrina had her back arched up off the bed and her fingers tangled in his hair. She was moaning loudly and begging him for more. She was able to get her legs around one of his and she wrapped him up in them so that her wet pussy was in contact with his hard thigh, and she rocked back and forth against him, stimulating her excited clit. It only took seconds of that before she was screaming out an orgasm that soaked the leg of the shorts he was still wearing.

  When Sabrina calmed down and stopped rubbing into him, Bruf lowered her gently so that her back was against the bed and then he stood up and she got to watch his raging hard-on pop out of his shorts as he pulled them down. She reached for him, but he wouldn’t let her have him, yet. Instead he lowered his body to the bed, so he was on his stomach and his face was between her legs. Sabrina’s clit was already so sensitive that it almost sent her shooting off the bed when he touched it with his tongue. Bruf had to use both of his hands to hold her down while he began to lick and suck and nibble at her pussy. Sabrina’s body was covered in sweat and her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was making so much noise that everyone in the clubhouse could probably hear her from all the way out at the trailer...but she didn’t care. Bruf made her feel so good and that was the only thing on her mind at that moment.

  She had another amazing orgasm that took her even longer to come down from...but when she finally did, it was her turn and he wasn’t going to stop her this time. She reached for his cock and wrapped her hand around it. She could feel it throb and it made her mouth water. He was up above her still, on his knees and Sabrina began to scoot her body down toward the end of the bed until she could reach his beautiful, hard cock with her mouth. He gasped when she wrapped her lips around the head of it, and he moaned when she opened them wide and began to let his cock slide into her mouth an inch at a time. She took as much of it in as she could before letting it slide back out, now covered in her saliva. She ran her tongue around the swollen tip, licking off the moisture there and making him shudder, and then she took it back in her mouth, this time letting him slide in all the way to the back of her throat. Bruf grabbed two handfuls of hair and held her head up off the bed, and began moving his hips so that his cock was being driven in and out of her mouth over and over, faster and harder. Her eyes were watering, and she could hardly breathe, but she kept sucking and licking until Bruf finally pulled all the way out with a groan and then in a voice that almost sounded like he was in pain he said:

  “I have to be inside of you, baby.”

  She smiled up at him, and he lifted himself off her and sat down with his back against the headboard of the bed. Then he reached for her and she sat up on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands were on her waist and she could feel his cock slapping against her mound. He began licking her lips and sucking at them as he used his hold on her hips to lift her and line her pussy up with the head of his cock. She let out a gasp as she felt him opening her up and she slid down, slowly lowering herself onto him until the velvet walls of her pussy were enveloping every inch of his hot, hard, throbbing cock. He just held himself inside of her for a minute, resting his forehead against hers and looking into her eyes. Sabrina moved first, rotating her hips but not lifting up off him, so that both the motion and the pressure gave them an erotic kind of pleasure that made them both moan. Bruf cursed under his breath. She saw his eyes go to the place where they were connected, and a look of pure love crossed his face. She began to move then, a little more, a little faster, up and down, back and forth. She was riding his cock and Bruf was still staring between her legs, mesmerized, watching as his cock slipped in and out of her.

  He let her ride him at her own pace, but after a while he put his hands back on her hips and he began to move her faster. Each time she slid up he would slam her back down with a loud slap as their bodies connected. Bruf closed his eyes and tipped his head back into the wall, and Sabrina held onto his shoulders and used them as momentum to ride him harder and faster...taking him deep every time. Suddenly he opened his eyes, slid one of his hands up to her shoulder, and pushed her hair out of his way. Then he leaned forward and kissed her neck, softly and sweetly at first, but then grazing it with his teeth, and suddenly he was biting down on it, sucking on it, and his hands were on her breasts again. She was pushed off the cliff one more time, screaming out in ecstasy as she went...and Bruf was following after her, headfirst.

  He held onto her so tightly that if she’d wanted to break free, she wouldn’t have been able to. But that was okay because she didn’t want to go anywhere. Their bodies molded into each other and she could feel him shaking and his heart beating into he
rs and his chest rising and falling with every breath. And she felt the baby in her belly. She knew it was too soon for it to be moving, so maybe it was just her imagination, but she was sure she could feel a tiny little hand pressed into her belly on the inside while the man she loved and adored slid his hand in between them and pressed in gently from the outside. For the first time in a long time, Sabrina was excited about the future. She knew exactly what she wanted...and it was everything that was right there in that small room, in the little trailer behind the Westside Skulls clubhouse, of which her brother was the president. Someday she would be Bruf’s old lady, and she thought about Devin just for a fraction of a second as she realized that she would happily shout that news from the rooftops for everyone to hear, the day that it happened. Bruf wasn’t perfect, but no man was. But he was a good, decent man...and he loved her. Sabrina had been through hell over the past couple of years and Bruf was her light at the end of that long, dark tunnel.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  Bruf pretended he was reading and didn’t notice his very sexy, very pregnant old lady trying on her fifth dress in the last half an hour. She was in a mood, and he didn’t want to become her target. It wasn’t that he blamed her for being grumpy. She was a week overdue with the baby and her belly looked like she was incubating a full-grown linebacker. This was going to be a big kid, and that thought made him oddly proud. Even though he knew his DNA didn’t run through the boy’s veins, over the past six months, and most especially the day the doctor announced it was going to be a boy, Bruf had felt more love and pride than he could imagine feeling for anyone or anything other than Sabrina...and he hadn’t even met the kid yet.

  He did have the ultrasound pics. Some of the guys poked fun at him for carrying one with him in his wallet, and either whipping it out or pulling up the one he had on his phone when he came across anyone that hadn’t seen him yet. Fuck ’em, though, he didn’t care. He was happy, and he didn’t give a damn who liked it or not.

  He looked up at Sabrina with one eye, assessing the situation. He had a feeling that she was about to reach the boiling point again. He’d set her off early simply by saying that he knew how she felt about something. Now, he couldn’t even remember what they had been talking about, but she’d put her hand on her hip and for ten minutes she’d barked at him, “Oh, you know how I feel, do you? No...I don’t think so. Why don’t you go strap a twenty-pound watermelon around your middle? Walk across the room with your thighs rubbing together and pee constantly flowing out without any control over it whatsoever at all...oh! And, you could have your big old heavy breasts lying on top of that watermelon because you can’t find a bra that still fits you because you’re a cow! Then, you can tell me that you know how I feel, okay?”

  “I’m sorry.” He looked up at the sound of her voice. It was her sweet voice, not the demon one that had come out less than an hour ago as her head spun around, and his soul was being cursed just for being a man.

  “It’s okay, baby. Can I do something to help you?” She was in her bra, which wasn’t hooked in the back because it was too tight, and a pair of panties that she said Aunt Ethel would have hated, and her belly protruded in the space between them. Her hair was up in a knot on top of her head and Bruf didn’t even know what she was trying on dresses for...as far as he knew, they weren’t going out. They hadn’t really been out in about a month, since she was so uncomfortable.

  “I want...I need...” Tears started to fill her eyes. Bruf put the book down and said:

  “Please don’t cry, baby. What do you need? I’ll get it for you, whatever.”

  “I need this baby to come out.”

  “Awe, he’ll come out sooner or later. Maybe you’ve just made it so nice for him in there...”

  “Cut the crap, I’m not in the mood. Fuck me, Bruf.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Fuck me. The doctor says it’s a good way to get labor started.”

  He laughed but he could tell by the look on her face she wasn’t joking. Normally he would take any opportunity to touch her, hold her, or be inside of her. But today...she’d just been so mean...He looked at her face and she was batting back tears in her long eyelashes.

  “You don’t want me because I’m fat.”

  He laughed again. “Oh, baby, I always want you. And you’re not fat, you’re pregnant. But you’ve just been a little...moody...today, so I was surprised, is all.”

  “Moody? I don’t have a right to be moody?”

  “Yes, baby, you have a right to be moody. That wasn’t what I was saying. Why don’t you let me give you a backrub?”

  She sighed and rolled her eyes but sat down on the edge of the bed. Bruf took the bra that was hanging loose and pushed it forward and down her arms and then he put his hands on the soft skin of her back. He started with her shoulders and massaged there, letting his fingers knead along her collarbone and up along the side of her long neck. He could feel his cock rising just from simply touching her like that and his mouth was watering because he wanted to sink his teeth into her neck...and she thought he didn’t want her. That would be the day. He slid his hands down her upper back until he reached the dimples just above her butt. He worked his palms back and forth across there and she moaned and rolled her head to the side.

  “Feels good, baby.”

  He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “Good.” He put his hands on her outer arms and ran them down to her hands Then he picked up one hand and massaged it with both of his, being sure to get every finger before moving over and doing the other. She was making noises...sexy noises...and his cock was pressing into the front of his shorts. It obviously hadn’t gotten the memo about Mama’s mean mood today.

  “Fuck me, Bruf,” she whispered again. Her head was tipped back, and her eyes were closed. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips. What the hell? If it was going to make her feel better...that’s what he was there for, right? He was still kneeling behind her and he let his fingers brush against her hard nipples while he leaned down over her and kissed her lips. He let his hard cock press into her back and he rubbed it into her gently. He was definitely coming around to the idea of some fun in the afternoon...that is, until his old lady screamed, grabbed her stomach, and doubled over, and he heard a splash on the floor beneath where she was sitting. “Oh shit,” she groaned. “My water just broke and I had a contraction at the same time.”

  Talk about instant hard-on remover. Bruf jumped off the bed and grabbed his pants, and as he struggled to get them on he said, “This is it? This is really it?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Can you hand me my dress?”

  He looked around, suddenly feeling anxious and a little frantic. “Where is it?”

  “It’s the one that looks like a pink tent there.” He saw it when she said that, but pretended it took him a few more seconds to find it...since she’d used the word “tent” and all. When he handed it to her she pulled it on and then got up and waddled over to the dresser. Halfway there she had another hard contraction. She bent in half and Bruf held onto her so she wouldn’t fall, reminding her to breathe and hoping she didn’t notice how close her doubled-up fist was to his crotch.

  Once she was dressed, Bruf pulled on his t-shirt and boots and called the clubhouse. Cubbie answered. Cubbie had spent three months of what Wolf called “hard labor” after the whole incident with Amara and the wiretaps. He sanded anything around the complex that needed to be painted. He painted all of the rooms, alone, and with nothing more than a roller and a brush. He was in charge of washing all the vehicles...twice a week. He had to clean up the dog shit around the club and a list of other none-too-pleasant jobs. Cubbie hadn’t complained once. He was up at dawn and the last one in bed at night and finally, after three months, Wolf told him he was free to go. That was when the kid finally broke down in tears. “I don’t want to go. Please let me stay. I’ll keep cleaning and doing whatever you need me to do.” Wolf hadn’t had the heart to kick him to the curb at t
hat point. Amara was still in jail waiting for her trial. Her husband, Cubbie’s stepfather, had been shot in a drive-by three months earlier...and the kid was alone in the world. Wolf let him stay on as a prospect and in only one more week, he was going to be patched in.

  “I need you to bring the van or SUV over, Sabrina’s in labor.”

  “Hell yeah!” Cubbie, always enthusiastic lately since he was about to become a full-fledged Skull, yelled out, in Bruf’s ear. Bruf called Wolf next and told him they were taking Sabrina to the hospital and by the time Cubbie got there with the van, Wolf and Blair were already inside.

  Bruf pushed Cubbie out of the driver’s seat and he drove them to the hospital. The contractions were getting closer and harder, and each time he heard Sabrina cry out, he pressed down harder on the accelerator and took the curves on two wheels. Luckily, they made it without getting stopped, or dying. Bruf stopped the van in the loading section outside the maternity side of the hospital and jumped out. He left the keys in it knowing Cubbie would park it...and not really caring if he did or not. He opened the side door and told Sabrina, “Wait there, I’ll get a wheelchair.” He ran inside and told the girl at the desk, “My old lady is in labor. I need a wheelchair.” The woman was texting something on her cell phone. She held up a long, pink fingernail at him. He debated for a fraction of a second about breaking the nail off her finger or just picking the woman up out of her chair and throwing her across the room. He didn’t do either but when she finally looked up at him he said, “Look, my old lady is in labor with my kid. If your delay in helping me here causes any stress on her or the baby, I won’t be happy.”

  That got the woman out of her chair and scrambling to find a wheelchair. Once she did, they rolled it out and got Sabrina into it. Blair told Bruf to go with her and she’d make sure they had all of her information. By the time she was wheeled into the elevator and they’d only gone up one floor, Sabrina let out a loud howl and said, “Oh God...I feel like he’s coming out. I need to push.”