Brick

by Trixie Brewster

  I don’t know how long I stay standing there, but I broke the trans and turned around to see Brick staring at me. He took a long stride to me and his hand was on the back of my head, he gave me a second to back out before his lips crashed down on mine. The world melted away from us. I kissed him back, I felt his tongue asking for permission and I gave it to him. My resolve went out the window. Hello Doomsday, His other arm found my waist and he pulled me in closer to him and I felt the hard bulge in his jeans. His tongue fought with mine in a dance that suggested more.

  I let a moan escape my throat as his arms wrapped around me and held me there. My mind let my body take over and I felt myself grind on him. He let a groan out as he grabbed my ass, his lips left mine and worked their way down my neck. He lifted me up and my legs went around his waist. His lips never leaving my neck. My head fell back.

  “God your beautiful like this.” Brick’s voice broke through the fog, a deep rumble against my chest. This needed to stop, but I couldn’t find the words to make him stop. He is my boss, he is my brother’s President and friend.

  I felt his rough hands run up my back him taking my shirt with them. “Tell me to stop. Korey tell me.” Brick’s hands stilled and he lifted his head from my neck and looked me in the eyes. His dark brown to my blue. He is beautiful in the moon light, just like a leather clad god. My body wanted him to keep going but my mind was reeling that this was a bad idea, and my heart was saying to go with the flow.

  “I don’t do relationships.” I heard the words fall out of my mouth. Such a man thing to say but I wasn’t ready for one.

  “Neither do I.” He growled out.

  “Then don’t stop.” I heard my voice take on deeper tone.

  My shirt feel to the ground and my bra followed shortly after. I ripped at his cut and his shirt. Brick pulled them off and I marveled at how his chest looked. He was ripped and hard to my soft. His lips crashed down on mine with fever and hunger that only I could give him at the moment. I felt the button of my jeans being opened. Brick put me down long enough for me to shimmy out of them. His jeans followed suit. He laid me down on his shirt, and he fell into the cradle my thighs made for him. I heard the foil rip as he continued to kiss me, his lips left a trail of fire down to my exposed nipples. They were beaded to pearls and is hot mouth took one in, my back arched as I moaned, the pleasure was too much. I felt his fingers graze my wet folds. “God, your so wet for me.” He said huskily. His eyes were hooded with lust. I felt one finger slip into me, and his thumb make lazy circles around my clit. It was too much I was going to combust. I felt the tingle rise from my toes and settle in my middle. I felt like I was going to combust. “Brick, I’m gonna….”

  “That’s it baby, come for me.” He said as my body convulsed, and I gave my voice to the stars. I felt the head of cock penetrate me. He slid into me slowly and I felt the stretch of my walls. I moaned and welcomed the intrusion. He came in fast and hard; my moans were getting louder as I felt the tingle of another orgasm building in me. My back arched deep as I felt myself fly over the edge. “Brick, please, don’t stop.” I heard myself plead with him. He was working my body like he knew it. He sped up and his thrust got deeper and harder as my moans got louder. I felt my voice in my chest, I had no idea what I was saying.

  “Come with me Korey.” I heard Brick tell me, and my body followed his order. I felt my nails drive into his back as I exploded around his cock. I felt his cock swell in size as he continued to drive into me. He drove into me one last time and roared his release. His forehead rested on mine as our breathing slowly got back to normal.

  He kissed me one last time as he got up. He helped me up and we got dressed. He lead me back to his bike and the ride was fast to the clubhouse. The party was still going full swing, as the realization of what we did hit me hard.

  “Thanks for the ride.” I told him as I got off the bike. He smiled at me, and grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him.

  “Anytime.” He stated. God he must think I was easy, an easy lay. I smiled and pulled away, I was nothing more than a place to sink his cock into. I was turning out to be what Paul said I was.

  I walked into the clubhouse and numbly collected my kids and we left. I had two days to get my shit together, before my next day at work. I needed to strengthen my backbone to see Brick again.

  As I lay down to sleep that night the only words that replayed in my mind were Paul’s “You are nothing more than a two-bit whore. That is all you will ever be to any man. You are a hit it and quit it, that’s it.” I cried myself to sleep.

  Chapter 9

  Brick

  The sex with Korey was off the charts. But not what I had planned at all. When we were riding through town, it felt right to have her on the back of my bike. She was the first woman I had ever had on the back of my bike. She was a natural, it didn’t take long for her to relax, she probably didn’t know she did it, but she became one with the bike. Leaning into the turns with me. When she let go and started to giggle it was music to my ears. She loved it.

  When she wanted to stop at the lake, I figured she needed a break. I probably shouldn’t have, but I did. Watching her take in my back yard and letting the moment take her over, I was envious of her free spirit. She was beautiful standing there, letting her head fall back, spreading her arms and letting the scene before her soak into her pores. When I told her it was beautiful, yeah, I was talking about her. Corny I know, but fuck that woman is beautiful. The way he had her hair styled like she was fucking Amazon Princess, just waiting for me to take her.

  That kiss I took from her was like fire, she is fire to my ice. I didn’t lie when I told her I didn’t do relationships. But damn it if I didn’t want another round with her. She was like a new drug to my system. When she moaned into my kiss I was gone. When she ground into my hard cock, all I could think about was sinking into her. She was so fucking wet for me, I still can’t get it out of my head. Her body was on fire and I made it burn hotter with my touch.

  The way she acted after it was weird for a woman. She was distant, and only gave a half smile. You would think I would be happy about it, but something about the way she acted was off. she wasn’t acting like Korey. I didn’t like it, sure I didn’t know her well, but her light was gone. I hated it, I need her light. No, I don’t need it I want it. My darkness craves her light, but obviously after just one touch I have already taken that from her. “Fuck” I roared as the prospect was pouring me another shot. He jumped and scurried off. I just need to stay away from her. Not going to be easy seeing that we work together. Fuck I fucked this shit up. I have never claimed to be a smart man, but god damn it I have had at least some fucking sense.

  “Hey, brother. What’s hanging?” Blaze asked me. Fuck the last person I want to talk to right now. I fucked up royally. I banged his sister like she was club whore and let her go. Fuck I feel like I am at the bottom of the barrel. I feel lower than low.

  “Nothing much.” I mumbled to him as I took my shot of amber amnesia. Maybe if I drink enough, I can forget everything.

  “Hey, have you heard anything on the Grimm’s?” Blaze’s face took on a feral look. Truth of the matter is, there has been radio silence from them. Nothing, those assholes are planning I know they are. But what is their take, I know they want our territory. They are trying to push crank into our town. Something I don’t put up with. Weed is one thing, guns another. But messing with the kids here in Redding is something else.

  “Nothing, man. I don’t like it.” I reply to him honestly. I would rather hear something than nothing. “Get Diesel to track these fuckers down.” I tell him. Blaze takes off to find our tech guy. Diesel is our tech guru. He takes care of the security of the clubhouse, strip club, dispensary, the body shop, hell even the tattoo shop. We have several legit businesses in Redding and we offer protection to the civilians of Redding if they need it. We have a run on Monday afternoon to make for our gun dealer. We got a shipment in last week and it is time to unload them to th
e dealer. Our guys are the Death Bringers MC in Las Vegas. We meet in Reno to deal at a rundown garage in the middle of nowhere.

  We have Church in a few minutes, and I need to ensure that all plans are good. That the Grimm’s are out of the way. I make my way into the Chapel and sit at the table thinking about all the times I watched my old man at the head of this table. I can only hope that I am half the man and president that my old man was. He was able to rule this club with an iron fist and keep everyone in line. He ran the club fair and strict to keep the men respecting him. No one ever questioned his rule. I haven’t had anyone question my decisions in the ten years I have been the president of this club except for myself. It is my job to ensure the safety of the MC, not just my brothers but also their families.

  My thoughts drift to pink haired artist that has captured my eye. Would it be so bad to have her in my life. Would she make me weak; would she question my judgements? Something I will never know. Because she is off limits, Blaze is going to kill me, and he has every right to, I didn’t ask for permission first. That is the number one rule always respect your brothers. If you want respect you have to earn it and give it.

  Everyone files in leaving their phones at the door. As everyone takes their seats around the table we begin. “Prez. Business is good at Angel’s” Butch starts. I nod my head at him. “Auto shop is doing good too. Nothing going wrong. Customers have been happy with our work.” Blaze adds in. he loves to do custom body work on cars and bikes. And he is damn good too.

  “Prez, all good at keeping the money that is owed paid. We have had a few more protection cases than normal. But otherwise that is it.” Jag states. What he does is somewhat of a coin flip. Either he get hired to help you and protect you or you are the threat. If you are the threat, well I kind of fell sorry for your dumb ass.

  “Weed business is good.” Tank adds. Tank manages the dispensary. He does good at keeping the riff raff away by himself. Whoever decides to fuck with him that is their funeral.

  “Alright on to our run tomorrow afternoon. What do you have for us Stink?” Stink Eye is one hell of a road captain. He scopes out and plans our runs for us. He rides next to me in our formation. I don’t know if there is another man that I would trust our run plans with.

  “We are going to make the run in one run. So, make sure you are gassed up, and all your bikes are tuned for a quick run to Reno. We will stop once we get there to fill back up and make a mad dash to get back before midnight.” Stink Eye announces in his no non-sense tone.

  “You heard the man, get your shit together before tomorrow afternoon. Any other business?” I ask my brothers. I give it a few seconds for anyone to speak up. “Church adjourned. Get you some pussy and drinks.” I tell the brothers as they grin and rub their hands together. The party begins.

  Walking out to the bar that the prospects are manning, I notice Ginger is waiting in my usual seat. Fuck I don’t want to deal with her whiney ass. I make a detour to the pool tables to shoot the shit with Blaze and Snake.

  “You really think you can beat me?” Blaze is asking Snake.

  “Fuck yeah I can, Blaze, your winning streaks are over.” Snake dead pans. Snake is one our new patches. He has been patched in for about a year. For the past year these two have been going at it over Blaze always winning. Blaze is a damn good VP but an even better pool player. I shake my head at their antics.

  Snake racks the balls and Blaze breaks. He scatters the balls and sink three balls in the process. I turn away from them shaking my head. Snake doesn’t have a fucking chance against Blaze. No sooner do I get away that Ginger slides up to me. “Baby don’t leave me hanging tonight. I missed you last night.” She coos up at me. “Who was she anyway?” And there it is. The nagging and whiney Ginger who doesn’t want to see me with anyone else. The sweet butts don’t seem to get it. They are here for one reason and one reason only. But they think they can somehow get a patched member to give them Ol’ Lady status. Not going to happen.

  “She is none of your concern, Ginger.” I tell her as I try and push her off of me. I am not in the mood for any company now or later. The bottle of Jameson is calling to me right now.

  “But, Brick. I thought we had something.” She whines in a high tone of voice. I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her towards me. She looks at me expecting something. “That is your problem, you thought we had something. There is nothing, you are a club whore and nothing more you need to remember that.” Her face turns from happy to pissed in less than five seconds. “You’re an asshole, Brick.” She yells at me and storms off, although it looks funny watching her try and stomp in six-inch heels.

  Sitting down the prospect puts a shot glass in front of me. “Just give me the bottle.” I bark out at him. He places the bottle in front of me. I take it with me back to my apartment. Sitting on the bed all I can think of is a pink haired woman. My cock hardens thinking about the way she felt under me, up against my back on my Harley. I take a swig of the mind-numbing alcohol. Before I know it half the bottle is gone, and I can still see her. “Fuck!” I yell as I stumble to the bathroom.

  I was trying to not rub one out to her. I thought I could just fuck her and get her out of my system. I should have known better. Her quick whit, and smart ass mouth was not going to leave. Fuck she feel like my personal fucking drug right now. A drug that I do not need, I have never wanted a piece of pussy like this.

  Naked in the shower I take my cock in my hand and picture Korey under me moaning as my cock slips into her wet hot pussy. Her fucking pussy was so fucking greedy, taking me in and gripping me. Fuck she was so damned tight, it almost hurt to fuck her. I tightened my hand around my cock and saw her face making an ‘O’ face right when she came, how when I told to come she came. “Fuck” I roared as my seed poured down the drain.

  I didn’t even bother drying off, I hit my bed and feel asleep thinking about the pink haired beauty and how I planned on bending her over the glass counter Tuesday night. In two days I planned on taking her again, but this time I was going to taste that greedy pussy.

  ***

  The run went off without a problem, we were back at the clubhouse by ten at night. Not a problem, my only problem was that I was sitting in house alone. Looking out at the spot that I fucked Korey, so far, I haven’t beat my meat. But I already know that I won’t make it much longer. Fuck Korey has my fucking hormones like I am a fucking pubescent teenager again. I will see her in the morning, that though makes my cock thump against my jeans calling my attention to do something about it.

  I could always go to the clubhouse and get willing pussy, but it doesn’t appeal to me. Seeing Ginger’s face makes my cock protest the idea of fucking another woman. Apparently my cock hasn’t gotten Korey out his system either.

  Times like this makes me wish I could talk to my old man. I could hear him laughing at me, giving me hell about how my cock wanted just one woman. The club would laugh at me and maybe question my sanity and my decisions as President. The fucking shit of it is, is that I feel a little bad not telling Blaze about me lusting after his sister. She isn’t like a club whore and shouldn’t be treated like one either.

  Korey is classy, a mother, a woman full of fucking potential. Her hands can create works of art so easily. Her body is perfection, her ass is more than a handful and perfect for my big hands. The best thing about her, that don’t give fuck attitude. There is more to her story and I want to know it.

  I only had one crush growing up, she didn’t do anything good for me. I gave her the fucking world and she took it from me and spit on it. I gave her my fucking heart and she cut it out of my chest and stomped on it. All for another man, a man that could give her a life not full of criminal activity and less thrill. Fucking Annie. She fucked me over and she still does some days. It has been twelve years since the day she walked away. I thought I was in love but turns out it was one sided.

  She left a hole where my heart should be, and nothing or no one can replace it. Not even Korey Baker.
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  Chapter 10

  Korey

  Today was a new work week for me. I vowed to keep my head on straight and not give into temptation again. Lesson fucking learned don’t fuck your boss, that happens to be your brothers fucking friend and club President. I can’t believe that I did this to myself.

  Don’t get your hopes up that love is around the corner, don’t worry about what could be, only what has to be. If I start getting into the what ‘could be’ stage shit might get out of hand. He is the President of my brother’s MC. The Angels and Sinners, he is a badass biker with a god like body, he is perfect for fucking. So, fucking perfect, I have never come so fucking hard in my life. The way he touched me, like he couldn’t get enough of me. Hell, I couldn’t get enough of him, I haven’t been touched like that ever in my life. My skin wants more so much more.

  I looked down at the unicorn I am drawing for a client. Shit the unicorn has a faraway dreamy look. I was about to start again. “Whoa, its perfect.” The college girl, Mallory exclaimed. “She looks like she might be in love. I love it.” She claps her hands like she is going to do a fucking cheer.

  “Good, glad to hear it.” I tell her as I file it away with her appointment file. “Okay looks like you are good to go, until this Friday.” I tell her. wishing she would leave.

  “Do you have any advice for me? It’s my first time getting one. And the tattoo artist is really hot. I don’t want to look stupid when I get it.” She swoons with a dreamy look. I roll my eyes at her.

  “Well, talking helps, but Brick isn’t much of a talker, so candy might help.” I tell her trying to look like I care.