The one thing they hadn’t really gotten a handle on was his trust issues or what Suzie had done to him. Jada could speculate, but she wanted him to tell her. That time hadn’t come yet, and she was determined to wait it out until he felt comfortable enough to explain it all. This morning, Brass had cooked breakfast and announced Maddie would be spending the night at Creed and Tessa house. Creed was going to make her blanket forts, eat popcorn and candy, and watch Disney Princess cartoons with her. Jada was pretty sure Creed said nothing of the sort, but just like all the guys, all Maddie would have to do is stick out her bottom lip, and they would cave. Jada couldn’t wait until Maddie was older, and the RBMC was dealing with more than forts, candy, and kid’s movies. Boys and dating would be interesting.
Right now, Jada was getting ready. Brass had told her to wear something nice, they were going out. Maddie had been picked up earlier, and Jada took a little extra time to pamper herself—shaving all her bits, moisturizing every inch of her skin, curling her hair, and even painting her fingers and toenails.
She wanted to look good for Brass and a little for herself too. Tessa had brought her a couple of things from her closet to wear for tonight, and Jada was thankful they were about the same size. She had chosen a pair of black skinny jeans, a silver halter top with a few intricately placed beads, and beautiful black leather boots with a high skinny heel. She felt like the Princess Brass kept on calling her. That was something they needed to discuss and soon. She really didn’t like the nickname, it had bad memories for her because her father always called Mazie princess.
When she finished and walked out into the family room, Brass was waiting for her, and she licked her lips, the man was gorgeous. Tight jeans, tight tee, and a leather vest—what more did a girl need? The muscles and tats only added to the appeal. Then there was the man himself—rough, gruff, and all hers.
“Damn, babe, if I knew you were going to come out dressed like that, I wouldn’t have made any plans at all, I would just turn your ass around and take you where I really want to go.”
“Oh, and where’s that?” Jada smiled.
“My bedroom. Reservations are easy as shit, and I have an open-door policy for chicks who make my dick stand up and take notice,” Brass said adjusting himself.
“Really,” Jada said, putting her hands on her hips, ready to give him hell. She had gotten used to his ways over time, but any woman, she didn’t care who she was, wanted the man she was seeing to be thinking only about her, and his comment kind of sucked the wind right of her sails.
Brass came over, gathered her up in his arms and gently laid a soft kiss on her lips.
“Only one chick has been getting his attention for months, Jada, and she’s standing right in front of me.”
Jada said, “Good,” but she was thinking, Hell yeah, nice recovery Chance “Brass” Marks. Just like his name, his chances of getting lucky tonight just went way up, exponentially. She couldn’t resist adding a little more though. “He better keep it that way, Brass,” Jada said, placing her hand over his crotch, slightly squeezing the he in question, “or he will be very disappointed tonight.”
“Damn, babe,” Brass groaned, “that’s just mean. Now, I have to sit through dinner with a rock-hard club in my pants, not to mention—chicks don’t get this—but riding my bike like this hurts like hell.”
“Aww, poor baby, if you’re really good, I might kiss him and make it all better, later,” Jada said, turning and grabbing the light coat from the hook by the door. She needed it to protect her body while riding on his bike but turning the way she did was for another reason altogether. The appreciative groan she heard from Brass made her smile. She had picked the top she was wearing with him on her mind. It was silky enough to emphasize her boobs, but the back was the real attraction because there wasn’t one, only a tiny little string, holding the side together.
“I think you're trying to kill me,” Brass said, coming up behind her, kissing her neck. “You know the offer still stands,” Brass said, running the coarse, short whiskers of his beard over her neck, causing Jada to tilt her head, giving him better access. Jada whimpered but moved away.
“Nope, you promised me a night out, and I’m holding you to it. We can talk about the reservations your bedroom takes, later,” she said playfully. Opening the door, she walked out and had just made it down the stairs when she realized Brass wasn’t following her. Looking back over her shoulder she asked, “What are you doing?”
“Babe, I’m just enjoying the view.”
Jada laughed again but walking the last couple of steps to his bike, she made sure to add just a little extra swing to her hips. Flirting with Brass like this was fun. Everything until today had been so intense and serious. They had moments, but this was new, and she liked it.
They drove for a couple of hours, Brass stopping every so often to show Jada a place he liked to go or just something pretty. They ended up eating dinner at a diner that was more of a dive. It was the kind of place Jada would have never stepped foot in on her own or with Maddie, but Brass asked her to trust him, and even she had to admit, the food was phenomenal. Their waitress, Flo was just like that chick on that nineteen-seventies show—big red hair, cat-eye glasses, pink uniform, and her easy, friendly banter that had them laughing.
Stomachs full, they left the diner—after leaving Flo a big tip—getting on the bike again. Jada just let herself be for a second, enjoying the man in front of her with the wind flowing through her hair, and the monster between her legs vibrating beneath. She hadn’t lied to Brass before, she had been on motorcycles in the past, but being on one with him was even better.
She didn’t question it when they turned down a road, passing through a gate. The drive was long and winding. Jada was shocked when she saw the huge plantation style house at the end. bikes scattered around the front and sides. She hadn’t expected this. She knew at one point tonight, they would probably end up at the infamous RBMC clubhouse, but she had expected a bar type place or even a concrete bunker type building, but this, this she hadn’t expected.
The inside was a little more typical of what she’d been expecting. The ground level was pretty much open with couches, tables, and chairs strewn about with bikers, women, and others drinking, dancing, and having a good time. The music was loud, and the atmosphere was wild. There were still little elements of the grandeur of the place like the intricate woodwork and a grand staircase. Even the bar where they were sitting was absolutely beautiful.
Jada had never been much of a drinker, she didn’t like the taste of alcohol and beer was not her thing at all. So, when the man who looked just like Santa Claus in leather walked up and asked her what she was having, she just sat there, not saying anything. She didn’t know what to order. Brass was talking to some people next to them, and she felt kind of stupid, but Santa Biker waited patiently, so she decided to go for broke.
“Um, what would you recommend?”
“Well, hon, for a sweet chick like you, I would say a vodka cranberry.”
“Okay, I’ll have that.”
“Are you flirting with my girl, Santa?”
“Well, son, if you put a pretty chick right in front of me and don’t pay her proper attention, I got to take my chances,” Santa said, putting a pinkish drink in front of Jada.
She smiled at him and took a tentative sip, pleasantly surprised when she actually like the drink. She and Brass talked, and he introduced her to a few people, and after a while, she started to get a little warm. When she took off her jacket, it seemed to rev Brass up as much as the bike he drove. Jada was on her second drink when Brass asked her to dance.
She had never really been the dancing type. She had been to a couple in high school but usually, just sat in a corner somewhere and watched. The couple times friends had gotten her out of the dance floor, she felt like a fool. But with Brass, much like everything else, it was fun, exciting, and intimate. The way he held her and caressed her body made Jada feel like they were the only two pe
ople in the room. That was until Link came in and demanded Brass come and talk to him privately. Brass grouched but eventually conceded, putting Jada back at the bar with Santa biker whose real name or road name, she discovered, was Blade.
Something else she noticed was the party was really starting to get going. She had seen more sex acts in the place than she had seen in the one and only porn movie she had watched. When her eyes drifted to a very well-hung, pierced man getting a blow job, she was both fascinated and a little taken aback. She had never seen a dick with so many piercings on it before—there were four on the head alone that she could see and one sticking right out of the middle. He also had one at the base of his dick, and he was bare. As in he had shaved all his pubic hair off, so the tattoos and piercings highlighted the main attraction. She wondered if Brass had piercings, if it was a biker thing. She knew his ears were gauged, liked it even, but she hadn’t seen his dick yet.
Would she like it if he did? Jada was feeling a little buzzed and giggled, getting images of the poor woman on her knees, getting those four little balls or that hook stuck in the back of her throat. But her thoughts soon turned warm and fuzzy when the man twisted up the scantily clad woman’s hair in his hand and guided her mouth to his dick. The control and dominance were breathtaking. Jada had never experienced anything like that in her life and craved it.
When she looked up at the man's face and their eyes met, she was more than a little shocked because it was Jinx and he was looking right at her instead of the woman currently sucking his dick. Jada chugged the rest of her drink, wanting to look away but captivated and mortified, at the same time, by the intensity in his face. Turning quickly, Jada placed her now empty glass down on the bar and found another one waiting for her; she chugged that one too.
When Jinx—who had obviously just finished with his fun—came and sat down next to her, Jada didn’t really know what to say, but she was buzzed enough to blurt out the first thing that came to her mind.
“You have man jewelry.”
“Ah fuck, not you too Jada, I expected more out of you.”
“What do you mean?” Jada asked confused.
“Why do you women insist on calling piercings man jewelry? Hell, call them what they are or just piercings. Man jewelry makes them sound weird or hell feminine. No dude wants their junk compared to shit chicks wear around their necks or in their ears.”
Jada laughed, he was obviously teasing her, but the tension from the moment was still there, and Jada wanted to make a couple things clear, in the nicest way possible.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, big guy, I just watched a man I’m starting to think of as a brother, get his nicely decorated dick sucked. You're going to have to give me a little slack here, this is new territory we’re encroaching on, and I’m not sure if I wanted to take the trip in the first place. You got to tell me though, man jewelry aside,” Jada laughed, “do you really have a tattoo that says suck it with an arrow pointing down to your dick. I mean I saw it, but I’m still trying to process it, and I’m kind of hoping it’s one of those temporary tattoos because, dude, that’s just wrong. If a chick needs instruction on what to do with your dick, you might want to reconsider the type of woman you hang around.” Jada was still laughing, tears in her eyes at the look on Jinx’s face.
When Brass came up and put his arm around her, asking what they were talking about, she and Jinx answered at the same time, him with “My dick” and her with “His dick.” Brass didn’t laugh. Instead, he grabbed Jada’s hand.
“Time to go. The only dick in this place you should be talking about is mine.” He sounded a little pissed, but Jada ignored it, that was just Brass. Truth was if she walked up to him, and he was talking about some woman’s boobs, she would have been a little pissed herself. She also knew he would get over it, eventually.
Jada was a little wobbly when he pulled her off the stool, but Brass waited long enough for her to regain her balance. She went up on her tiptoes, kissed his cheek.
“Don’t worry, babe, just like he only rises for me, she only gets nice and wet for you.” He was off like a bat out of hell on a mission.
Chapter Seventeen
The ride back to Brass’ house wasn’t long, but it gave Jada a chance to sober up a little and realize a couple of things. Tonight, had been another one of his tests. She had been completely in the moment, enjoying every second, but he had been waiting and watching, gauging her reactions, and it kind of pissed her off. She thought they’d been moving beyond this shit.
When he parked the bike in front of his house, she waited for him to get off the bike. When he helped her off and moved in for a kiss, one she wanted, she stopped him.
“Did I pass?”
“What?”
“I asked you if I passed?”
“Babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What are you worried about passing?”
“Your test. Wasn’t that what tonight was all about?” Jada asked, pulling away, needing to get away from his touch to focus.
“I’m not her Brass. I accept you for who and what you are, but you can’t seem to accept that, can you?”
“It wasn’t a test, Jada.” Brass let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair, a sure sign he was frustrated. “I wanted to give it all to you and let you make up your mind—my favorite places, my life beyond this house. My club—I wanted you to see it all.”
“Are you sure because I’m starting to feel like that’s not all of it? I still think there’s a part of you that either wants me to run or is expecting me to run away from you, but I have to tell you, nothing we did or I saw tonight scared me. If you had taken me there cold without knowing some of those people, yeah, I can pretty much guarantee it would have freaked me out, but what you still don’t seem to get is if I want something, if I care about someone, love them, I don’t pay much attention to the trappings. My focus is and will always be the person. Not what he or she does, who they hang out with, what they wear, or what kind of vehicle they choose to ride.”
“I’m a biker, it's in my blood, and I don’t plan on giving that up for anyone.”
“I know that, Brass, and I would never ask it of you. I’m starting to love your Club as much as you do.”
That was all the confirmation he needed. Brass cupped the back of Jada’s head, capturing her mouth in a soul-searing kiss that rocked him to his core. He hadn’t been lying, he hadn’t been testing her tonight, but hearing the words helped him let go of a lot of shit. He had planned to seduced Jada, nice and slow tonight even had wine, candles, and flowers hiding in the kitchen, but all his good intentions blew up with that kiss.
There was no hesitation in Jada, she kissed him back with as much heat and passion as he was giving her. Their tongues danced seductively, heating the very air around them. He had one hand in her hair, the other on her bare back. When his hand came to the tiny string holding her top together, he pulled, loosening it and letting it fall. With the last shred of his sanity, Brass realized if he didn’t put a stop to this now, he would strip her bare and fuck her on the front lawn like an animal. Jada deserved better than that. When he pulled his mouth away, they were both panting hard. He noticed with every heavy breath she took, her top tightened over her hard nipples, and he couldn’t resist cupping the weight of her breast in his hand and brushing his thumb across the protrusion.
Brass let go of everything in that moment, all his doubts, and fears. Jada accepted him for who and what he was, and she wanted this, maybe even more than he did, and he wanted this more than his next breath. Brass pulled away, taking her hand, ushering her toward the house. By the time they made it onto the porch, he had the keys in his shaking hand to open the door, but he made one mistake. Brass turned and looked at Jada. The lust in her eyes and the flush of her face and swollen lips knocked all thoughts from his brain. When she grabbed his cut, pulling him to her, all bets were off. The kiss she initiated rocked his world and quickly warped out of control. His dick was so e
ngorged, he felt the thump of his heartbeat in it.
When he felt the soft tips of her fingers on the waistband of his jeans, he spun them around until her back was up against the wall, taking both her wrists in his hands, removing them from his tighter than usual pants. As much as he wanted her touch on his cock, he knew he was riding a thin thread. Brass lifted her arms until they were above her head, pinning them, causing her breast to push forward. Jada’s groan spurred him on. When she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, Brass pressed into her, mimicking what he planned to do very soon. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss, getting lost in Jada. Tasting the sweet cranberry and vodka on her lips and tongue was ten times more powerful than the liquor itself, and Brass could feel himself getting light headed.
Brass reached down between them, popping the button on Jada’s jeans, not caring anymore if he fucked her outside, his need to be inside her was the only thing that mattered. That was until he heard his brothers laughing and telling them to get a room. Shit, he had totally forgotten about them still being stationed at his house. The fog of lust lifted, and Brass let Jada’s legs fall to the ground. Tearing his mouth away from hers he yelled out to his brothers, “Fuck off.”
“Shit, babe, you make me lose my mind. Let’s get inside before we give a show better than any of the ones you saw at the Clubhouse tonight.”
This time Jada groaned, and it wasn’t a happy one either. Brass wanted to kick someone’s ass, but instead, he unlocked the door, punched in the security code, and picked up right where he left off. Pushing Jada against the door, he went to his knees in front of her, slightly lifting the flimsy material of her shirt to get to her skin. Distracting her with his mouth, he managed to get her boots off and pants down, leaving her in a blouse and a very tiny pair of black lace panties. Shit, he had an urge to take out his phone to take a picture. He wanted this moment memorialized for all time.
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