Chapter 36
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
Brew
I pull Erica against my body as she sleeps, unable to stop touching her. I inhale the sweet scent of her hair and relish in the softness of her skin. I’ve never seen Erica mad before, and at first I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Sure, I’ve made women mad before, but usually it entailed them storming off cursing, not me feeling bad about what I’d done — or didn’t do.
I’ve never seen fear from another woman like I did in Erica’s eyes tonight. I didn’t want to show her the wound because she’d only worry more. The bullet didn’t hit anything major, that’s the main thing, and really it was more like a scratch. I wasn’t meant to die today.
I meant what I said about moving on and starting a new life. I’ve never felt anything stronger. I also know how it must’ve looked; me coming home with blood all over me and a gunshot wound.
As I breathe her in, I realize I don’t like making her mad, even if she’s as cute as a button when she’s yelling at me.
I’ve never let a woman yell at me. It’s never gotten to that point because I was already out the door, halfway across town on my Harley before any conflict with women arose.
I kept things simple and neat, just the way I liked it. With Erica, things are different.
I wanted to come home because this is where I belong; maybe not here in this apartment because it won’t be big enough for all of us, but the cabin could suffice.
It has more bedrooms, and the kitchen is much bigger, plus it has a garden that we could expand on.
I’ve always wanted to get a goat, a pig and some ducks.
Fuck, man, when did I become such a sap?
I close my eyes as my future flashes before my eyes.
Erica has her own problems going on with Steven, and I get how stressful that is for her.
Especially if that maniac walks free. For his sakes, they better keep that asshole locked up, but these days, you get a slap on the wrist and let out on technicalities all the time.
It’s a fucking joke how the justice system works.
I need to leave tomorrow at first light.
Once Ridgley hears about Evans, he’ll likely go into hiding.
But that’s exactly where I want him to go because now I know where to find him.
Evans squealed like a little girl. Pathetic really, but I got what I needed out of him.
I could’ve taken off there and then, settled this once and for all, but I get some sick pleasure in making Ridgely feel like he’s gotten away with it.
The news headlines will give the bust away, of course, the media is already blowing up like a storm, but that sneaky bastard will think he’s cleverer than anyone else, and that’s where I need him to be.
For now? I’m going to enjoy the last few precious moments of being with my girl because I’ll be gone the moment the sun comes up.
Erica
I feel his hands at my waist, and I lean back farther into his warm body.
This is what I needed; Brew safe in my arms, at least for a few more hours.
I know he has to go again. I get that he will be settling business, which I hope and pray won’t keep him away too long.
Heck, I’ve been praying all night for him and his club brothers.
That they’ll all come back safe and sound, because the Nomads and the Rebels will have his back.
I believed him when he said this would be over.
I didn’t mean to be so harsh, and I never wanted to appear selfish or needy, but I didn’t know where we stood.
I needed to hear that this vendetta was coming to an end.
We all need closure, every one of us, and this is Brew’s.
He killed a man tonight, and I still want him.
It doesn’t change how I feel about him. It changes nothing.
In my heart of hearts, I understand more than he’ll ever know.
As I close my eyes I press my hands over his, our fingers interlacing. I feel his hardness against my lower back, and I want it. I want to be as close to him as I can be.
I murmur, letting him know I’m awake, and it’s okay.
In his arms is the only place I want to be.
Nobody else has this power over me, and I’m okay with that. I’ve waited a long time to feel this kind of connection — even knowing what I know and what he did tonight. Everything Brew does is for the greater good. Even killing a man; a man who clearly deserved it.
I saw in his eyes the resolution; his commitment to moving forward. I want the chance to start a life with him.
I moan when he cups my breast, kneading and palming as he rubs his hard length against the top of my ass and lower back.
His hand then snakes down my body, disappearing into my sleep shorts as he begins to play with me.
Of course, I’m always ready for him. Feeling my wetness, he grunts his approval.
“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters.
I bite my bottom lip when he yanks my sleep tank down and plucks my nipple. I rub my ass against his length, and he cups me harder.
Oh, god this is good.
Brew flutters his fingers against my clit, the touch is barely there. He’s edging me, and my need for him is growing desperate.
“More,” I whisper. “I need more.”
“My ol’ lady beggin’?”
“You’re the only one I’d beg for, I promise.”
He presses my clit harder as my eyes close. I’m so close. “That right?”
“Yes.”
“Even though I’m a killer?”
“That doesn’t matter to me.”
Silence, then, “Need to be inside you.”
“Make me come first,” I plead. “You’re… you’re, uh—”
“I’m what?” He plays with my clit until I’m grinding back against him.
“Big.”
“You can take it. That pretty little pussy is greedy for me.”
I can’t deny it. “Hurry,” I beg. “Stop teasing me.”
He bites down on my shoulder, and I see stars. My orgasm hits me so hard, I cry out. Brew places a hand over my mouth as I spiral. “Need to taste you.” He shifts, pulling me onto my back as he spreads my legs, then begins to eat me out like a starving man.
I try to close my legs, but he isn’t having it.
My body is so sensitive, so alive, that I don’t know where he starts and I end.
My hands reach for his hair as I tug, earning a groan that vibrates against my pussy to such a beautiful rhythm that I fall under straight away.
His fingers slide into me, curling under to rub that spot he finds so well, and I’m a mess when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper-moan. “Dylan, right there, it’s so good…”
He replaces his fingers with his tongue, and I watch him expertly make me levitate off the bed as my orgasm takes over. This time, I stifle my own cries as he flicks my clit with his tongue until I’m gripping his head so hard, I have to be hurting him.
When he pulls away, I slink back down onto the pillows, my breathing ragged. But Brew isn’t done yet. Oh, no. My man is just getting started.
He pushes my legs as far apart as they’ll go, then he shoves into me all the way, staying seated as our eyes lock. “Feel that?”
I nod.
“I’m the only man ever gonna do this to you,” he tells me. “You’re mine, Erica. This body is mine. So fuckin’ perfect takin’ me like this.”
I run my hands up his stomach and chest, feeling how firm and muscled he is under my touch. “I want you,” I pant. “Give me more.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “That’s it, you tell your old man what you need, baby.”
“I need you, Dylan. I need you like this.”
He pulls out, then slides back in, thrusting just a little at the end. “My baby wants to be fucked slow? Feelin’ every inch of this dick that belongs to her.”
I grip his ass, encouraging him. “I need it.”
He chuckles. “So needy for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, biting down on my lip as our eyes lock. I love watching him slide in and out of me, but I also love looking in his eyes when he possesses me. “I love it so much.”
He continues this slow, perfect rhythm, and it’s everything. He’s all I could ever want or ask for.
“Look at how perfectly we fit,” he mutters, unable to take his eyes from mine. “Watch my dick slide in and out of you.”
I flick my eyes down as he slides out, then back in again, his balls hitting me a little harder as he thrusts.
“Oh, that’s good,” I moan. “So good.”
He does it again, over and over until he’s ramming in and out, his body moves over mine as he presses his body on top of me.
His mouth finding my own, our tongues colliding as I wrap my legs around his waist. Brew thrusts harder and harder, and I can’t take it.
So many sensations, but the main one being how full he makes me with that beautiful dick of his.
He kisses my jaw, my neck, then sucks one nipple into his mouth as I dig my nails into his back. The groan he makes only fuels the fire. Knowing how crazy I make him spurs something inside me that’s pure carnal.
I want him to possess me. I want him to come inside me. I don’t ever want him to stop.
“I’m coming,” I cry. “I’m coming, Dylan.”
I scrape my nails against his skin as we groan at the same time. He pounds me into the mattress, whispering how perfect and beautiful I am. Suddenly he stills, his mouth finding mine once more as he shoots his load on one torturous, blissful moan.
We’re both a panting mess as he folds down even farther onto me, his body completely relaxed on mine as I try to find my breath.
“So good,” he whispers. “We fit so fuckin’ good.”
“Can’t breathe,” I remind him on a raspy breath.
He lifts, but doesn’t pull out. I cup his face. “I love you so much,” I say. “Don’t ever forget that.”
“I need to hear that more than you’ll ever know.”
“Then I’ll keep reminding you.”
“I love you.” His eyes almost plead with me. “I’m yours.”
I lean up to kiss him. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Plan on gettin’ any sleep tonight?” He grins.
I chuckle. “I guess that’s a no?”
He kisses me chastely then pulls out, albeit reluctantly, rolling onto his back. “I need more, give me a minute.”
“I should clean up,” I suggest.
“No need. I’m gonna do that all again in just a second.”
I pique a brow. “We’re already trying to make babies?”
He opens one eye. “Practice makes perfect.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“I know, but I’m not the noisemaker.”
I roll over, straddling his lap. I can feel him dripping out of me, but he doesn’t care, and neither do I. “I guess we better do that again then, quietly, hadn’t we?”
“Spoken like a true queen.”