Chapter 21 Brutus
brUTUS
I inhaled the air her tits afforded me, and I decided then and there that if I suffocated, so be it. She could rip all of the air from my lungs until I saw God Himself, and it wouldn’t matter.
Not that I’d be a man who saw God anyway.
Her walls massaged me with every movement she made. With one arm banded behind her back so she could arch and breathe and my other arm holding her and my bike in place, there was only one sensation I could identify with my cock pressed right against her cervix.
Euphoria.
This woman brought euphoria to my life.
I had no idea how I’d live without it. How the hell was I supposed to pull away from her when I finally understood what it felt like to be home? My brothers didn’t even feel like home when compared to this. Sure, there was a home with them, but not the home. Home with a capital ‘H’.
I refused to live without it.
I refused to live without her.
I pressed a kiss to the valley of her breasts before finally, somehow, finding the strength to rear up.
Her hand nestled its way into my hair, and her soft nails raked along my skin as her hand flopped to her tits.
She laid there, slowly blinking up at the sky as a cool wind kicked up around us.
It rushed goosebumps over her skin, and that woke me up enough to slide out of her tight heat.
“We should get you warmed up, come on,” I mumbled.
“Mmm, noooo,” she whined tiredly.
I chuckled as I softly slipped her thighs from my shoulders. I could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin.
As if I beckoned for it, her teeth clattered. “If you’d come back, I wouldn’t be cold.”
I chuckled and dipped over her, kissing the tip of her nose. “Come on, I’ll help you get sorted and back on my bike.”
Watching her cover those curves up that I unharnessed in my feral state made my cock ache in sadness.
I stuffed myself back into my pants, barely getting the damn zipper up since my body was clearly ready for another round.
The euphoria stuck with me as I helped her get situated with her own clothing.
She looked so cute, all discombobulated after taking all of me.
I bet she leaked our mixture into her panties while I helped her with her helmet.
The thought alone had my cock pressing against the zipper of my pants.
“Go slow,” she muttered into the microphone that came alive in my ear as I slid my helmet on.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Slow lane, it is.”
As we rode back to her home where everyone else was, I couldn’t help but be more entranced with the way she just…
melded into my back. She leaned against me, clung tightly, and nuzzled the helmet softly against my back.
I’d have to get her clothing sizes so I could get her some proper riding leather.
No woman of mine was going to be on the back of my bike again without being fully protected.
Fast lane or not.
The ride was much too quick. We were back much too soon. And when I saw her stumbling trying to get off my bike, my arms reached out quickly. I scooped her close to me, helping her to get my guest helmet off her head. And with a quick tug of mine, we were face to face once more.
“Jesus, you wore me out,” she said breathlessly.
I grinned down at her, holding her so close that her tippy toes stood on top of my steel-toed boots. “Ready for round two?”
She blinked. “With my brother in the house?”
I tilted my head. “Too weird?”
She picked up her hand and pinched her fingers together. “Maaaaybe just a smidge.”
I dipped down and nuzzled my nose against hers. “What about a nice naked cuddle then?”
She clicked her lips. “I’ve fallen for that trick before.”
I had to swallow back a growl. I didn’t like the idea of her being with others. She was mine. “It’s nothing to fall for. Some kissing. Maybe a nice hot shower together. A meal in bed. Definitely some sleep.”
She smiled. “Definitely food and sleep.”
I dipped my lips a bit closer to her, but paused. If she didn’t want her brother seeing, or anyone else for that matter, I’d oblige since it kept me at her side. But I wanted the world to know that she was mine. I wanted the world to know that she had my soul by the balls.
Pickle breath and all.
When she reached her face up and captured my lips, I banded my other arm around her.
I lifted her up until her legs attempted to wrap around my torso, though they’d never fully reach.
She was so tiny in my arms. Like a doll, almost. A doll I wanted to dress up, and dress down, and feed, and take care of so long as she wanted me around.
Our lips finally broke apart, and I already missed her.
“Ready to face the bells?” I asked.
She pressed her face into the crook of my neck. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Come on,” I said as I patted her ass softly. “Let’s get you inside. I’m sure you could use a shower.”
“You and me both,” she muttered.
When I turned back to her front porch, there was a gathering of both The Iron Battalion and The Devil’s Legion on the porch.
Cap stood there, grinning, as he began slow clapping, and it didn’t shock me one fucking bit when Wrecker and Ghost joined the fray.
I chuckled and shook my head, holding Anna to me like a sleeping child as we made our way to the front porch.
King growled out from somewhere on the porch. “If you hurt her, I’m going to kill you.”
“But what if I like pain, Kay?” Anna said cheekily.
I heard a couple of the guys bark with laughter, and I couldn’t help but to swat her ass playfully. “You’re gonna get my ass beat.”
“Does that mean you’ll spank me after.”
“Anna!” King barked.
I couldn’t help but laugh. And when she laughed with me, somehow I knew things would be all right.
Did we have some things to navigate? Sure.
Did we have kinks to work out? Absolutely, with every single pun intended.
The idea of spanking that jiggly ass of hers while taking her from behind was an image that seared itself into my brain as we walked through her home, heading for the bedroom she was stuffed into at the back.
I didn’t like the fact that she gave up her room to someone else. But then again, she had a heart of gold tucked beneath her hardened exterior.
Like me.
Eventually, the laughter and the sounds from the guys faded into the background.
I slipped into the room she temporarily stayed in and kicked the door closed behind me.
I wanted her more than life itself. I had to resist the urge to turn her around and pin her to the door just so I could feel her staked around my cock again.
“Shower?” she asked as she picked her head up and graced me with that beautiful face of hers.
I kissed both of her cheeks. “Whatever you wish, Anna-mine.”
She hummed softly. “I love it when you call me that.”
I love you. “Good.”
As quickly as the thought popped up, I shoved it away.
Holy fucking hell, I wasn’t ready to spit those words out.
But if this was what love felt like, then sign me the fuck up.
I stayed away from the concept my entire life.
From the moment I enlisted into the Air Force, I knew I was here for a good time, not a long time.
But I was nearing forty years old. Two and a half years, and I’d hit a milestone that twenty-something-year-old me never would’ve dreamt of ever seeing.
If I was going to be here for a long time, I wanted Anna at my side.
Against my body.
On my cock.
Cooking food with me.
And yes, even chasing me around with that fucking pickle breath of hers.
Anything to her laughter following me around while my bones grew old.
I walked us into the bathroom for the bedroom she stayed in, and it wasn’t as big as I wished for her to have.
I mean, it was decent enough, but the two of us would really have to maneuver around one another in the shower to make it work.
I mean, I didn’t give a shit one bit. Feeling her against me again?
Sign me the fuck up for whenever. But she deserved more than this.
More than being pushed out of her own space.
“Come,” I said as I perched her on the bathroom countertop, “I’ll get us a hot shower started.”
“Yessss,” she hissed as she immediately pulled her shirt over her head. “More nakey time.”
My gaze shamelessly dropped to her tits as she unharnessed them. I licked my lips. “As much nakey time as you want.”
“Bee?”
I kept staring. “Mhm?”
“You, uh,” she giggled softly, “gonna start that shower?”
I didn’t turn away as I shoved my hand into the shower, fumbling around for the water nozzle. “Yep.”
She giggled a bit more. “A little to the left.”
My gaze moved to the left. She had a nice left tit. It was a bit bigger than—
She laughed. “Your hand, Bee. You need to move your hand to the left. You’re missing the shower controls.”
“Oh,” I said as I ripped my gaze from her gorgeously hanging tits, “right.”
Her laughter echoed around the space as I finally, somehow, got us a hot shower going.
I was out of my clothes within seconds, and the intermingled scent of us that still drenched my dick wafted up my nose.
I was already at half-mast, my nostrils flaring and the blood pumping heavily through my veins.
I felt like a fucker on drugs.
“Come on, Big Guy,” she said as her naked body slipped behind me, entering the steaming walk-in shower, “let’s get ourselves washed up.”
“I’ll do the washing up,” I said as I stepped in behind her and managed to roll the door closed behind us. “You just stand there and look beautiful.”
She wiggled her eyebrows as she stood beneath the stream of hot water. “You just want another excuse to fondle my tits.”
“And look at these tattoos.”
Her gaze softened as she stared up at me. “You really like them?”
I nodded as I reached for her loofah sponge and body wash. “I do. Tell me about all of the flowers?”
“My father had a flower garden when we were growing up,” she said as I squirted some soap onto the sponge and lathered it up. “He grew all kinds of things. Lillies. Roses. He attempted orchids, but those are pretty finicky, apparently. He never could get the hang of it.”
“Is that what all of these flowers are, on the vines?” I asked as I turned her back to me and washed her skin. “The flowers he grew in his garden?”
“Mhm,” she said with a nod of her head. “That, and the ones that Mom gravitated to the most. She loved flowers, but she also had her favorites.”
“Did she have an ultimate favorite?”
“See the one on my lower back?” she asked.
I peeked down and sure enough, there was the vine she’d told me about, banded around her lower back. I reached down with the sponge and traced around the colored tattoo of a flower I couldn’t place.
“Yeah,” I said as I went back to washing her, “what kind of flower is that?”
“It’s a peony,” she said with pride. “Mom loved the pale pink ones, but pale pink doesn’t register well on my skin tone. So I made it a slightly darker pink with the right pale pink shading.”
On the one hand, it was beautiful, the art that she dedicated to her parents’ love sprawled out over her body. It showcased just how much she wanted to be loved, like story-telling art that reminded her of the love that she deserved.
On the other hand, she was just a little girl, searching for her parents in anything she could find.
My God, I love this woman.
And after we were all out of this godforsaken danger, I’d tell her.
I’d shout it from the rooftops.
I’d grow her a flower garden if that was what she wished.
After I learned how the fuck to do that in the first place.