“Fuck, babe, you are so gorgeous. I can’t wait to devour every inch of you.”
Kneading his fingers into her hips, Brass took a second to gain back some control before he pulled down the string on her wet panties, letting them drop to the floor. Taking her legs, he placed them over his shoulders.
“Fuck, babe, you’re drenched.” Jada stiffened at his words and tried to move but Brass wasn’t having it, “Oh, hell no, babe. It’s hot as hell that I can get you this wet. You’re staying right where you are, and I’m going to take what is mine.” Turning his head, he licked her inner thigh, drinking in her musky heat, trailing his tongue closer to his ultimate goal. The first swipe of his tongue had them both moaning and groaning in satisfaction. But Brass was far from done. He licked her from the base of her pussy to her clit. Fuck, Jada was delicious. He could spend hours between her legs, feasting without a single complaint.
His cock was so hard, the ache he felt earlier had turned into pain. Using one hand, he reached down, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, giving him only a little relief. Jada’s response to him was every man’s dream. She pumped her hips, moaned, and gripped his hair, demanding more, and he was going to give it to her. His broad shoulders kept her legs wide open, but she was squeezing him so hard around the neck, he knew she was about to blow. Taking his thumb, he placed it in her pussy and started licking, sucking, and grazing his teeth against that little bundle of nerves at the top.
“Oh God, Brass, please,” Jada screamed, canting her hips forward, pressing further into his mouth. Brass removed his thumb, quickly replacing it with two fingers, fucking her with them in time with his licks. She had no idea what she was doing to him. His cock throbbed with the need to be buried deep inside her, but first, he wanted to feel her fly apart.
Jada’s pussy started to spasm around his finger, and he knew she was gone. Sucking just a little harder, he looked up into time to see her head fall back with a look of complete euphoria on her face as she rode out the intense orgasm he just gave her. Brass didn’t give her a second to recover or even catch her breath, dropping her legs, standing up quickly, only to pull them back up once again. With one stroke of his cock, he was buried deep inside of her.
It was his turn to pant. Fuck, the feel of her tight, pulsating cunt was enough to send him to heaven. He kissed her softly, just for the distraction, but it didn’t take long for it to bleed into a hungry and frantic melding of mouths and body. His balls were so tight, he was afraid they would blow any second, and he hadn’t even pulled back once. Jada was blazing hot and tighter than he had ever had. That wasn’t the only thing he was feeling right now, the rightness of them being one was pure perfection. Jada’s head was thrown back, but he wanted her to see him, to be in this moment with him.
“Eyes on me Jada, the whole time, don’t shut them.” He could see the love shining in her eyes, and he had to admit if he had been halfway there before, he was almost all the way there now.
Finding a fast, hard rhythm, he pumped into her over and over again, drawing harsh cries and moans from her. Each sound made him move faster. When she started to clench on him, Brass knew he was done and picked up his efforts, slamming into her harder. He shifted her legs up until they rested on his forearms, pulling them further apart. With the new position, he sank deeper. He could feel Jada tremble, and his own knees were getting weak. When she came, screaming out his name, the tingle in his balls intensified, and he came harder than he had ever cum in his life. His knees giving out, sending them both to the floor, their limbs tangled in a limp mess.
It took a while for Brass to realize Jada was laughing, rubbing his back.
“Babe, I don’t think you should be laughing at a man who just got fucked to death, I don’t think it’s right.
“Babe,” Jada laughed, “I think you were the one fucking me within an inch of my life, not the other way around.”
Those words brought some of his pride back, and he smiled.
“Yeah, it wasn’t that bad.” This time, the nice soothing rubbing turned into a stinging smack, but he didn’t care. He deserved it.
“You know, I had a plan for tonight,” he said, straightening them out a little, so Jada laid cradled against his chest. They were still on the floor, but he didn’t think he could move right now if he wanted to, and Jada didn’t seem to mind, so he just stayed.
“Yeah, and what was your plan?” Jada asked, stroking his chest, twirling her fingers through his chest hair.
“I was going to seduce you, nice and slow with wine, soft music, and candles. Then I was going to take you to bed and fuck you proper.”
“Hmm,” Jada said, “that sounds nice, but I have to say, I’m kind of a spur-of-the-moment type of girl. Getting fucked against the wall so hard neither of us can stand up, works for me. But give me a couple of minutes and you can do soft and sweet. That way I can make an informed decision.”
“Damn, babe, you only need a couple of minutes after that? I must not have done my job right,” Brass joked. He could already feel his dick at half-mast and knew this night was only going to keep on getting better.
Chapter Eighteen
Jada was laying in Brass’ bed, cuddled up against him, looking around the room. It was like the rest of the house, warm and masculine, but not too much. She could see herself spending a lot of time there which kind of scared her. They were just starting out, and things were going well, but she had no idea what the future held. All she knew was she wanted more of tonight, the sex and the connection. Plus, the fun. Brass had a playful side she only got to see when they were alone together.
She couldn’t believe what they had done, multiple times. True to his word, he had taken her in here and fucked her soft and sweet. After that, he had taken her in the shower and again before he finally dozed off. Jada had never experienced ecstasy like that. She hadn’t even believed it was possible until Brass.
Now, he was sleeping, snoring softly. Being with this man had been more than she expected and everything she had ever wanted. She was afraid for the morning to come. She wanted to trust what she felt and believe everything would keep getting better from here on out, but she was a realist. Life always had a way of forcing out the happy. Something would happen—a disagreement, a fight, or even something with the Club—she just hoped Brass wouldn’t pull back from her again. That whatever happened, they would deal with it together and grow as a couple.
She didn’t even know if he wanted to be a couple. She really didn’t think that bikers did the whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing. But how would she know? She would have to take her cues from him and if that didn’t work, she would ask him point-blank where he thought this was going.
When his phone started ringing, it startled her, making her jump. Brass, who she had thought was sleeping soundly, instantly came awake and grabbed it off the nightstand, answering with a single word, “Report,” which didn’t make sense to Jada. It must be a biker thing. But when he said, “How long and where was she the last time you saw her,” Jada started to get worried. When he said Maddie’s name, she freaked and tried to get his attention, but Brass was still listening to whoever had called as he started to get up from the bed pulling his pants on with one hand.
When he opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a gun, cradling the phone between his neck and shoulder, Jada jumped out of the bed and ran for the room she had been staying in to get her own clothes. This wasn’t going to be good.
Jada grabbed the first thing she could and got dressed, not worrying about her bra or even underwear. She took an elastic band off the dresser and wound her hair up, slipping on a pair of shoes as she ran out the door.
Brass was already waiting for her by the front door. He didn’t wait for her to ask what was going on, just started relaying information. Maddie was gone. Creed had woken up to the check on her, but she wasn’t in the bed where they had put her. Their security alarm hadn’t gone off, so they searched the house, thinking that she might have woken up s
cared and gone looking for them, but they couldn’t find her. They did find a window in the room left slightly open with the sensor wires cut.
Jada wanted to panic but knew she needed to hold it together and get to Maddie wherever she was. The ride to Creed and Tessa’s wasn’t a fun one. Jada hadn’t enjoyed a second of it, her mind racing with everything that could have happened to her niece. When they pulled into the driveway, Tessa met them, crying and apologizing. Jada didn’t know what to say to the woman. On one hand, she was scared and freaking out and wanted to yell and scream, How could you let this happen? But on the other, she realized neither Creed nor Tessa would have ever let anything happen to Maddie if they could help it. They thought she was safe, put to bed for the night.
Maddie was usually a very obedient child, but she had her moments, so the first thing Jada asked after listening to all the places they’d looked was what they had done that day, trying to find a single clue about where Maddie might be, hoping against hope, Maddie had gone outside of the house on her own, instead of the possibility someone had come in and taken her like they had back at her apartment.
Brass and Creed went off, talking softly to each other, but Jada was listening to Tessa tell her about their day, how they had gone to the park and visited with Cathy at her house. There was something about some puppies Maddie had really liked, but Jada dismissed that. Maddie liked squiggly little puppies, but she hated the smell of puppy breath and their sharp little teeth.
Creed had made a fort for Maddie, like Brass had promised, in their basement, and they’d watched movies. The fort caught her attention, and Jada asked if she could see it, hoping it was that simple. Following Tessa into the house and down to the basement, Jada was floored by the size of the fort, she had expected a tiny one, one blanket held up by the couch or a couple of chairs, but Tessa and Creed must have used every sheet, blank, and tablecloth in the house.
“Did you guys check in there?” Jada asked.
“I didn’t, but I’m sure Creed did,” Tessa answered.
Jada didn’t wait for confirmation, ripping the blankets apart bundling them up in her arms and throwing them off to the side. Tessa started helping and soon there was nothing left of them and no sign of Maddie. Jada crumbled to her knees and started to cry.
The thought of Maddie being taken again by those people—alone this time without Jada there to protect her—was enough to send her over the edge. She felt Brass pull her onto his lap, slowly rocking her.
“We’ll find her, babe, I promise.”
Jada heard the words and wanted to believe them, but there was a part of her that couldn’t.
“How? It's still dark, and we don’t even know how long she has been gone. It could be a few minutes or a couple of hours. Brass, I can’t lose her.”
“You won’t, Jada. Crank and Cath are bringing the dogs, and Creed called in the club. If she’s within a hundred miles of this house, we’ll find her. You need to just trust me, okay?”
“Dogs?” Jada questioned, not knowing why she picked up on that one small fact, but still curious.
“Yeah, babe, dogs. Cathy trains service dogs and a couple of them are trained for search and rescue. If Maddie left this house on foot, they’ll find her.”
“Okay,” was all Jada could say.
It didn’t take long for Creed and Tessa’s house to fill up with bikers. Cathy and Crank were the first to arrive and unloaded a menacing looking dog named Bella, of all names. She was black and white with scars all over her big muscular body, and Jada wondered what the hell she could be used for other than fighting, and she was morally against dog fighting in every way. She also had bright blue eyes, and they were not sweet. It gave the dog the look of a demon.
When Cathy asked for a piece of Maddie’s clothing, Tessa handed her a plastic baggie with the shirt Jada had helped her pick out yesterday morning. Jada wanted to snatch the garment out of Cathy's hands. It was the last thing she had touched of Maddie’s, and she wanted it back. She knew she wasn’t being rational but didn’t calm down until Cathy started to explain what was going to happen.
“Listen, I know Bella looks like something straight out of a horror show, but she’s good at her job and very sweet if you take the time to get to know her. She has a healthy dose of bloodhound and is my best tracker. When I open this bag and hold it up to her, she’ll get Maddie’s scent, then I’ll lead her around the house. She’ll keep her nose to the ground, and if she catches Maddie’s scent again, she’ll bark to alert me.”
Cathy showed Jada Bella’s collar; it had a couple of wires sticking out of it she didn’t have a clue about, but Cathy explained them, just like the rest.
“I have her GPS’d. She barks her alert, I’m going to take the leash off her and give a command to go. It’ll be in German, so you probably won’t understand it, but Bella will, and that’s all that counts. Be prepared because she’s going to take off like a bat out of hell. My handheld will show me exactly where she’s going, so we can follow. If she finds Maddie before we get there, Bella is trained to bark twice, then sit. If she finds her and detects danger, another person or animal, she won’t bark at all. I have to tell you that she will attack possible danger, but she won’t attack the person whose scent she’s following, so we need to be quick. Understand?”
Jada nodded, ready to get this going, so she could find Maddie.
“Okay here we go,” Cathy said. The whole process was quick and so different from what she’d seen in movies. Cathy opened up the bag, placing it over Bella's nose and started to lead her around the house. The dog struggled, trying to pull her the other way until Cathy relented and let the dog have its leash. Cathy said that it was a good sign, that Maddie’s trail was fresh and untainted, whatever that meant. Right under the window they had been talking about before, the dog sat and barked once. Cathy took off the leash, said some word in German, and as promised, Bella took off fast with the five of them following behind her. The dog was so quick it astounded Jada. She would run for a while, then circle back, never breaking her speed, nose to the ground or lifted in the air.
It didn’t take long for the dog to disappear into the woods. Jada wanted to panic, but she remembered what Cathy had said and started following her every move. It seemed like forever but was really only about five minutes before they heard two sharp barks. Jada was out of breath and had a stitch in her side from running that hurt like a mother fucker, but she wasn’t going to stop now, not when Maddie was close.
Jada ran the mantra in her mind as she ran. Two barks meant Bella found her and there isn’t any danger. She’d heard two barks. They ran through the tree-lined into a person’s yard, Bella standing sentinel in front of a small metal shed. Jada probably should have waited for the guys to check out the place or even Cathy to get to the dog, but she ran right to the shed and looked inside. Maddie was sitting there, a couple of kittens snuggled in her lap, in her my little pony pajamas, looking surprised to see her and even a little guilty. Her soft little, “I’m sorry, Aunt Jay” was music to her ears. It wasn’t the words—they would be talking about what happened—it was just the sweet sound of her voice.
Crouching down, Jada made her way to Maddie, taking her into her arms and hugging her tight, taking a moment to assure herself Maddie was safe and okay. She saw Brass and Creed standing at the door, but they didn’t come in, giving her this time alone with Maddie.
“Maddie, why did you leave Uncle Creed and Aunt Tessa house?” Jada asked sternly. She knew the answer, it was the kittens, but she wanted to know how Maddie even knew about the kittens in the first place.
“It was the man, Aunt Jay, he said that if I wanted to see the kittens, I had to come at night or they wouldn’t be there anymore. That the black ones—you know those are my favorite, right, Aunt Jay—if I didn’t see them at night time, I couldn’t see them any other time, and I really wanted to see the black ones, Aunt Jay. See there are two,” Maddie said, holding up the two kittens she had in her lap.
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p; Brass came into the shed and sat down on the other side of Maddie.
“Maddie, what man?”
“You know Uncle Creed,” she said looked at him, “he was talking to Aunt Tessa when she went to get the mail, then he came to the fence when you were yelling at the weed and told me about the kittens.
“Jason Barns,” Tessa said. He was driving by when I went to the mailbox. He shocked me when he pulled over and got out of his car, but I didn’t think anything of it, he usually stops to talk if I see him. He’s harmless, in his late seventies. I never thought to look for him to leave after I went back inside. I never…”
“Maddie,” Creed asked, “how did you know about the window?”
“That man told me to go out the window he pointed at. Uncle Creed, I’m sorry, I just wanted to see the kittens,” Maddie cried. Brass picked up Maddie, kittens and all and placed her on his lap.
“It’s okay, baby girl, we know you wanted to see the kittens, but next time, you have to promise to tell one of us, okay? You never go out of the house without saying something to me, Aunt Jay, or one of your other aunts and uncles, got me? No one else, Maddie. Family sticks together. If some stranger talks to you or tells you to do something, you tell us and let us take care of it even if it has to do with magical black kittens. Understand?” Maddie nodded, and Brass handed her back to Jada.
“I need to talk to the guys. Why don’t you and Tessa get Maddie gathered up? Link is coming with a car to take you guys home.”
“But Uncle Brass, what about the kittens?”
“No, Maddie, the kittens stay here, for now. We can talk about it later at home.”
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