Brick (Brutal Chains MC #2)

Chapter 7

Seven

Luna

I feel like I can take on the world.

It took a little bit of convincing, but I managed to get Brick to come with me while I searched for Wendy.

This is the longest that she's ever been missing.

I never approved of her using drugs, but I always made sure she knew that she didn't have to stay out in the street. Even if she was high off her mind, she knew that she was always free to come home.

It just didn't make sense for her to be gone for so long if nothing was wrong. That knowledge only made looking for her that much more frantic.

"Hold up, let me go in first." Brick stops me before I can walk into the shady-looking house. The windows are boarded up, and there's an intense stench permeating through the air.

Any normal person would see this place and balk at the idea of going inside. Unfortunately, I know this is one of the places I might actually be able to find Wendy.

It doesn't surprise me at all that Brick doesn't seem to be skittish about the idea either.

Even before he told me that he was an ex-con, I knew that he must have spent at least some time on the wrong side of the law. There's just an air of mischief around him that he'll never be able to shake. I appreciate that about him. He doesn't try to change who he is, no matter who is looking.

It also works in my favor, mostly because I'm pretty sure no one is going to try and attack me while he's standing next to me like a perfect bodyguard.

Brick is rugged; those dark eyes, perfectly unbrushed hair, and just the mere size of him is enough to scare most people away.

That's the kind of protection I need right now. After what happened at my house last night, I don't think I'll be able to walk through here without thinking someone is hiding in the corners.

"Come on." Brick waves me in, and I take a small step inside. I don't talk to anyone, and no one comes up to me. A few people stop what they are doing and look up at me, but the minute they lay their eyes on Brick, they go back to their business.

It's a shame so many people have fallen victim to drugs, but there's nothing I can do about that right now. I have to find Wendy.

Slowly, I make my way through the house, checking the rooms and the floors, but it's no use. Wendy isn't here.

By the time Brick and I get back outside, the frustration is at an all-time high.

"Hey, we've got more places to check. Don't give up yet."

"What’s the use? We could be going in circles. She might have gone back to the other houses I checked yesterday. She could be in a completely different state for all I know. I just wish she'd call me or something so I know that she was okay. I wouldn't even be mad."

Brick chuckles, and I focus on him. Now isn't the time for jokes; I was being sincere with him.

"You not be mad? Isn't that your default setting?"

I roll my eyes at his quip. Sure, I may seem mad all the time, but I've got good reason. I've never met anyone who was truly looking out for my best interest. Even Brick himself has ulterior motives.

"Fine, I'll be a little mad, but not enough for her not to call."

With a sigh, I walk over to his bike and wait for him to get on to keep the beast level. I hop on behind him. I've been on the bike so much the past few days that I'm nearly a pro at it.

"Where to next?"

I quickly rattle off an address to Brick, who nods his head and takes off in that direction.

The next location isn't so much of a house but an old warehouse that I know she visits from time to time. It's not very much unlike Brick's place, but it's on the other side of town and has direct access to the river running alongside it.

It's not visited by too many people, mostly because it's so hard to get into. It may not be in use anymore, but they've locked this place up so tight anyone would think it's still in business.

Just like all the other places we visited today, the warehouse was a bust. There were at most three people here, and none of them was my sister.

Just the feeling of searching seemed never-ending.

Maybe this was the time I really wouldn't be able to find my sister.

Maybe this was it.

The idea of being completely alone in this world left me feeling cold.

"Hey, don't give up," Brick says from behind me.

"I'm trying not to." I walk away from him to stand by the small ledge that overlooks the river. It's a mess down by the shore, but looking out into the vast moving water, I can feel some peace.

"What was she like before? You know, before the drugs?" Brick asks, and I'm surprised by his interest.

"Oh, Wendy was a firecracker. She was always the life of the party. Never let anything get her down. I remember one time my father came home drunk. He and my mother were arguing, but instead of Wendy focusing on all the bad that was going on, she came in my room, and we played Candyland. She put her own little twist on the game so that every different color meant we had to do something silly. By the time the night was over, I'd completely forgotten about what my parents were doing, and I was laughing my butt off. That's just the type of person she is; she sees the good in everyone. Always takes care of people before herself, and she's just happy to be alive." My eyes drop down, and I feel the sting of tears behind my eyelids. "That's why it was so hard for me to see that she was spiraling. I didn't know she was an addict until it was way too late. I should've noticed. Should've seen something was up."

Brick comes to stand in front of me, his large body making it so I have to crane my neck up to look him in the eyes. "It's not your fault. Everyone is fighting demons, and they all chose different ways to battle them. Your sister just happened to choose this way. You said before that she was clean; we can make sure she stays that way. We're all here to help." He puts a hand on my arm and squeezes gently.

Yet again, those rough hands I know are capable of so much pain and destruction touch me like I'm the finest piece of china. He's so soft with me. I feel precious when I'm with him, like I don't have to fight if I don't want to.

"You know you don't have to do all this for me," I whisper.

"I know. I want to. You need someone to look out for you too, sweetness. Not everything has to be a one-woman war."

My eyes settle on his lips as they turn up in a soft smile.

"That's all I know, but maybe I could try..."

"Try what?" he asks.

I put my hand on his forearm and move a little closer.

"Try something a little different. Maybe pleasure instead of all this pain."

His eyes darken, and he raises his other hand to rest on my hip.

"You deserve some pleasure." His voice is nothing more than a deep grumble.

"I do?"

"Yes, sweetness. You deserve more pleasure than you can handle."

"Can you give it to me?" I can't believe the words slide out of my mouth, but he gasps and pulls me a little closer.

"Fuck, I want to. I want to give you everything."

I tilt my head further. In his eyes is a battle of indecision and hesitation, but I don't want that. I want him to take charge. For the first time in a long while, I just want to be the one going along for the ride.

I've got a million and one things running through my head as I look up into his eyes, but the one thought that pops out the most is how bad I want this.

I just want to think about me for a little while.

"Please." I barely get the words out before Brick is yanking me against his body. His hands grip me hard as his lips slant over mine, taking me with a kiss so intense I nearly pass out from the strength of the emotions behind his touch.

Usually, I'm not one for kissing. It's nice to a point, but I can take it or leave it.

Not with Brick. I want to take all of it. I want to get inside his skin and just continue to feel this way for as long as I live. The world isn't spinning around me anymore, and I feel like I'm floating ten feet off the ground. My only safety net is his arms around me.

I slide my hands up into his hair and pull to get him closer to me.

The groan in his chest rumbles through my body, tickling me as it passes through me.

Squeezing my thighs together, I feel my core pulsing and his hard cock laying heavy in his pants. I was the one who wanted to go out and look for my sister, but right now I'd give anything to be in his bedroom.

To have him lay me down on the bed and take me with a ferocity.

I pull back slightly, and he chases after me. With a soft giggle, I lick his bottom lip before I pull it into my mouth and bite.

His arms tighten even more around me, and before I realize it, I really am off the ground.

I have to wrap my legs around his thick waist as he walks with a purpose in a direction I'm unsure of.

I know the area is a mess, but right now I don't think I would care if he took me right here on the ground. I'm ready to give it all to him. Ready to fly free in his arms.

Finally, my back is pressed against something hard and a little jagged, and I realize it's one of the trees.

I gasp as he positions himself right between my legs. The shaft of his cock presses right between my cleft. When he grinds down, I see angels.

It feels so good. So damn good.

I try to keep up with the kissing, but I'm quickly losing the battle. I can't breathe, but I want more of him, and I know we should stop, but I might die if he does.

It's a war in my head, yet all of it vanishes the second he begins to rock against me. I rip my mouth away from him and moan loudly to the sky.

He groans before he dips his head down to my neck and starts to suckle on the soft skin there.

I don't have to wonder if he's ever done anything like this with someone else. I can tell just from the way he's holding me that this is all new for him as well.

It's happening so fast. Just a few days ago, I wouldn't have wanted to be in the same room as him, and here I am praying to whatever gods will hear me for them to make my clothes disappear.

"More, Brick. God, give me more," I whisper, and he quickly pulls my shirt out of my pants to slide those rough hands up to my breasts. My entire body shivers at his touch as I hold onto him for dear life.

I'm soaking wet now. I'm sure my panties are a mess, but I don't care. I've never been so turned on in my life.

My body tenses up, and I feel the telltale tingle in the back of my thighs and lower back, indicating that I've got an orgasm waiting right over the edge. I roll my hips downward, trying to catch every one of his thrusts.

"Shit, Luna," he groans and leans back for a second to get better used to the new sensation I'm creating with my body.

Our moans get louder, effectively drowning out the sounds of the nocturnal creatures that are scurrying about. I can't remember the last time I've been this relaxed and pent up at the same time.

That's just what Brick does to me. I've tried to deny it, but something about him really gets under my skin, and it seems it's in the best way.

I'll have plenty of time to examine my feelings about him, but right now I just don't want him to stop what he's doing.

The cool air feels so good against my fevered skin.

Everything seems to be going perfectly right, and I'm so close to being right on the edge of my climax.

It's going right until it goes wrong. I feel Brick stiffen and then stop altogether.

In a flash, I'm down on my feet, pressed against the tree with his back pressed against me.

"Brick?" I question, out of breath. My head still reeling from the sudden change in activity.

"Shh," he hushes me. That raging bitch I locked away for the past few moments is seconds away from bursting through the surface.

I'm not to be hushed.

"What are you..." I try to move from behind him, but he grabs hold of my arm to keep me there.

His muscles are still tense, but his breathing has slowed down. I watch him move his head from side to side as if he were scanning the area for something. I don't see anything.

"Come out."

Nothing moves but the crickets and the debris being pushed around by the wind.

"If I have to go in there and find you, I promise you'll wake up in the hospital," Brick barks, and slowly someone walks out from behind one of the large bushes.

"My bad, man. I wasn't trying to snoop. I just came here to shoot up. I didn't know you were here. It was a good show, though." The man laughed, and I feel Brick jerk forward in the man's direction.

The moonlight makes it hard for me to see much of the man who was just spying on us, but I can see the fact that he's very skinny—nothing compared to Brick.

"No, let's just go. This is their place, after all." I pull Brick back, and he looks over his shoulder at me as if he's contemplating what I'm saying. I'm sure he's used to handling things with his fists, but it isn't needed right now.

Brick grabs my hand and tugs me alongside him as we make our way back to his bike.

I'm still trembling, both because of my ruined orgasm and because of the fact that we were being spied on.

Neither of us says anything about what we were just doing or what just happened, but that's okay with me.

I'm not sure what I'd say at this moment. "Gee, you're a great kisser?"

I shove the embarrassment down and focus on getting back to the bike. Once we're both on, I expect Brick to peel off right away, but he doesn't. Instead, he pulls out his phone and looks at some of his messages.

"Shit." He curses and slides the phone back into his pocket.

"What's wrong?" I question, holding tighter to him.

"We've got to get back to the clubhouse. Light found something."

Finally, I'm going to get some answers. That was faster than I thought it was going to be.

But did that mean I wouldn't have to stay with Brick tonight? I'm happy to be closer to figuring out who was trying to hurt me, but I'd be a bold-faced liar if I didn't admit that I was truly looking forward to sharing the bed with Brick tonight.

He and I have some unfinished business.