19. Brute
Brute
F inleigh spent the three-hour drive back to the clubhouse eating and savoring every piece of food Axl brought her.
The way she would moan and hum in pleasure with each bite heightened my jealousy.
Over fucking food. My dick was a weeping mess by the time we climbed out of the truck.
Horny, pissed off, and jealous, I fucked her mouth with my tongue before she was out of her seat and coming in my arms from a kiss alone.
I’d have spent the rest of the day fucking her if it weren’t for the exhaustion that lingered in her sluggish movements as she told Neo what to bring up to our apartment and Olympus where to put her frog so everyone could enjoy him.
To our surprise, she bonded with the club girls over the damn thing. It wasn’t until she was swaying on her feet two hours later that I scooped her up and carried her to bed, where she’s been sleeping ever since.
This has given Axl and me time to visit Chuck and his friends in The Grove. They’ve been tied up for 24 hours—enough time to think about what’s brought them to our attention.
“Trooper Bines,” I mock his former position.
Hanging my cut on a hook in a far corner, I reach back and pull off my shirt, placing it next to my leather. I crack my knuckles as I turn and eye the four men up and down from where they’re chained to rickety, old wooden chairs.
“It’s been a few years since I’ve beaten a man to death with my fists.
” Keeping my voice low, I advance closer to the weakened men and watch carefully to gauge who will break their silence first. “I’m going to say a name, and you feel free to share with us what you know about her, yeah? ” No response.
Crouching down, I stare into the eyes of the youngest man, who appears to have tears trickling down his cheek.
“Finleigh Collins.” He gulps as the two words leave my mouth, the sound traveling around the room like the flow of blood dripping from a wound.
My fist flies, and bone crunches, followed by groans of pain.
Holding the boy's head up, I ask, “She familiar to you?” Fear drains his face, and agony echoes in his eyes as he tries looking to his friends for help. None comes. Not for any of them.
“If you weren’t part of the group who attacked her, raped a pregnant woman, shot her, and left her for dead, the time to speak up is now,” Axl warns. They all jolt a little, except for Chuck, who sneers. “Got something to say, Trooper?”
“The bitch deserved it,” he spits out, earning a boot to the face from Axl. His broken nose sprays blood, and he whimpers but shuts up.
“Last. Chance.” My friend’s deadly tone convinces one of the others to speak.
“Spit it out.” He jumps at my snapped demand.
“We didn’t know she was pregnant. He didn’t tell us.”
I lose my shit and grip his face in my hands, squeezing until the bones in his jaw fracture, yet I still don’t stop.
“That gives you the right to gang rape a fucking woman? Someone who’s only crime was trying to find some peace for a weekend?
Are you fucking kidding me!” Roaring, I viciously slam his head back into the chair, and his neck snaps.
Kicking over his dead body, the rest all stare, petrified.
Shifting to one of the men I have yet to touch, I get in his face. He whimpers like a pussy and tries to flinch away from my hot breath as I pant like a rabid wolf. “She is carrying our child.” His eyes widen, showing no remorse as I shove him backwards, his skull cracking off the ground.
Raising my booted foot, I slam it down onto his face, stomping until his head is mush. Blood and brains are splattered everywhere. I don’t stop until Axl pulls me back. The rage has overtaken my senses, and all I see is Finleigh lying in a ditch, dying, broken, bloody, and beaten.
Axl doesn’t say anything as he holds me back from delivering the same punishment to the remaining men because all I see is red—the color of our woman’s blood pooling around her body, draining her of life.
“She should be dead.” My throat is raw with those words. “But she’s stronger than you fools. She’s better, and she survived, and after tonight, she’ll never have to worry you’ll do to another woman what you did to her.”
Snarling, I lunge forward, breaking free of Axl’s clutch and tackling another fucker to the ground, pounding his face as the sounds of sobbing reach my ears.
My knuckles are cracked, bruised, and at least two are broken.
Pounding a skull into jelly will do that to a man, but I don’t fucking care.
The pictures of Finleigh in that ditch play through my mind like an old film reel, stopping, catching, glitching, as they move one by one through my consciousness.
Two sets of hands grab at me now, dragging me back and away from the final two men I crave killing.
They’ll never understand how badly I hunger for their deaths.
Slammed against a wall, heaving out every breath, I’m more beast than man at this point as my body jolts forward, trying to return to kill the others.
“Don’t, man, we still need answers.” Axl’s heated breath in my ear merely fuels my rage. “Finleigh needs answers, man.” His lips against my skin halt my struggles as his words register in my mind.
Finleigh.
We’re here because of her. She’s the one who was harmed and seeks answers that only these two can provide. “Strip ‘em, hose ‘em down, leave ‘em for the night.” Ripping out of Axl and Viking’s arms, I grab my cut and dart outside, slamming the door behind me.
Trudging through the moist grass, I make my way to the fishing pond we maintain on the property, ignoring Axl calling my name as I step into the water. The heat from the scorching days keeps it warm and allows me to wash away the blood that coats my body like a second skin.
Closing my eyes and holding my breath, I dunk my entire body into the dirty water.
My hands scrub through my hair, rinsing out any bodily fluids, and my knuckles sting with the burn of ripped-open skin.
As I emerge from below the surface, Axl stands on the grass, questions in his eyes, but he remains silent, knowing better than to ask me anything right now.
Walking out of the water, I strip off my soaked boots and jeans, leaving my boxers in place as we quietly pad back to the clubhouse.
Music blasts from the speakers outside, a fire roars, and members shoot the shit and drink as we pass.
No one says a word upon seeing us, but the silence as we pass speaks volumes.
“She still asleep?” My question is directed at Demon and Izzy, sitting at the bar with Amber between them, rubbing on their bodies like a dog in heat.
“Haven’t heard a peep.” Izzy takes a swig of his beer, not giving me another look.
Ignoring everyone again, I tromp upstairs for an ice-cold shower to wash away the stench of death and the pond.
Eyes immediately land on Finleigh when I enter the room.
She’s huddled in the middle of the bed, wearing one of our shirts, fuzzy socks on her feet, a leg wrapped around a pillow, and out cold.
I continue forward until I’m in the shower stall, with the cold water turned on and my boxers down at my feet, before grabbing the bar of soap.
Scrubbing my hair and body still doesn’t cool me off, so I turn off the water and reach for a towel.
Rubbing my body down with the cotton material, my dick is at full mast and ready to fuck hard.
Finleigh has proven repeatedly that she can take the rough fucking we like and that she craves it just as deeply.
There’s a stronger connection born from hurting each other into pleasure, and if I can’t kill those fucking assholes, then I need to pound into our woman’s pussy until she cries out for relief.
Exiting the bathroom, a surprise stops me cold as Finleigh is on top of Axl, slowly grinding her hips back and forth as his neck strains with pleasure. Her shirt is still on. Her head tossed back, messy, chocolate-brown hair cascading down her back, and her eyes are closed, lost in her movements.
She’s a goddess as she moves deliberately.
Up and down, back and forth, side to side.
She plays Axl how she likes, taking just what she needs and ignoring his need for a hard fuck.
His lustful pain brings me amusement. I stride towards them, kneeling on the bed behind Fin, the mattress dipping under my weight.
“Mmm, that feels magical,” she whispers as Axl slides his hands up under her shirt, wrapping his thick fingers around her swollen tits and massaging them.
I grip the edge of the material and raise it over her head, tossing it behind me and sweeping her hair away from her neck.
My mouth latches onto the tendon there, biting until she gasps.
Satisfied I’ve left a mark, I kiss up the length of her throat, whispering, “It’ll feel better with my dick in your tight ass. ”
She whimpers and gives me her eyes over her shoulder, offering her lips without protest. Opening for me, my tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting all of her as she gyrates against my cock, which is leaking onto her ass cheeks, ready to pound into her.
Hands on her hips, I lift her body off Axl’s dick, despite his vocal protests, and slide her down mine. Her own sugar is good lubricant to dive into her tight backdoor without it hurting too badly.
“I need to fuck hard,” I growl out in warning as her hips swivel in a circular motion, bringing me to the edge and back. “I can’t be gentle. Not now.”
“Axl told me.” Finleigh’s gasp as she drops down onto my friend's chest is so fucking sensual that her ass slides along my flesh like she’s licking me. “Take me, Brute. Anything you want.”
Fuck. I don’t deserve this woman. Neither of us does, but I’m not giving her back. Not in this lifetime or the next.
Hands on her plump flesh, I lift her up and drive Axl’s dick back into her pulsing cunt. She’s on the verge of coming, and we both know she’ll take us over the edge in no time. But that’s not what I want, not tonight. I need a merciless fuck, and I’m going to get it.
Axl grips her ass cheeks in his hand, spreading her wide open for me and exposing her tight sphincter just begging to be roughed up.
Swiping my hand across the back of her pussy and Axl’s soaked dick, I swat her rosebud with my fingers.
She muffles her cry in Axl’s neck as her hips lift into the pain.
“Tight,” he grunts. “So fucking tight. Do it again.”
Giving him what he wants, my fingers slap her until she tries wiggling away from me. The tips land on Axl’s dick a few times, increasing the strength of his thrusts inside her.
I wish I could say I was done, but I’m fucking not. My hand is greedy to mark her up, and I do just that. Swat her ass until it's swollen with my handprint in several spots. Tears leak from her closed eyes, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. In fact, the greedy woman asks for more, a few times.
She starts vibrating and shaking in Axl’s arms as I deliver the last blow to her ass. When she screeches out in pleasure, shock freezes me in place. “Did she just…?”
“Ah, fuck, yeah, she did. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Axl groans, his dick being strangled by our girl’s orgasming pussy.
When she slumps against him, worn out and panting, she mutters something before passing out.
“We won the fucking jackpot,” Axl mutters, tilting her head up to see her face.
“What the fuck are you waiting for, man? Fuck that ass.”
Grabbing my dick, I aim it at her back hole and shove it in, using little lube; with her body so relaxed, she opens right up for me. Sliding in all the way to my balls, I take a second to enjoy the way she fits around both of us.
Tight, sweet, pulsing, and greedy for more. Careful not to put too much weight on her because of the baby, my eyes shut, and my hips thrust rapidly. Stealing from her exactly what I want and not stopping until her body stirs again.
Opening my lids, our gazes meet, and she appears so angelic, accepting everything we give her and remaining silent as our bodies demand the pleasure she returns. Sweat coats my body as I pound her, slowing down, then speeding up, as Axl finds his rhythm, too.
Hours pass, I think. Finleigh comes more times than I can count, and when the tingling of my pent-up frustration turns into blissful awareness of burying my seed inside her cunt, I reach forward to grip her shoulders and drag her up into my body.
Capturing her lips with mine, my hands use her tits as leverage to fuck her ass until roaring out my release.
The pleasure is so intense, my brain blanks, and my body turns rigid. Twitching until I can’t hold myself up any longer, we fall to the side. My dick softens and slides out of her; every second of it is agonizingly painful due to the overstimulation from what we just did together.
Rolling Fin onto her back, my eyes search her face for signs of distress, but she appears as if she’s on cloud nine.
“Christ, did you break her?” Axl mutters, turning her face towards him.
Her eyes are hooded and dreamy, there’s a smile on her lips, and her body is incredibly flushed as if she were sunburned. We can see and feel the baby moving, obviously disturbed from his sleep as we fucked his mother into another realm.
When she finally sighs, her eyes clear, and she looks at us both. “Can we do it again?”
A bark of laughter erupts, and I shake my head.
“My body needs time to recover, it seems.” Our eyes move down to my limp dick.
Not a twitch in sight. Typically, I’m ready to go in minutes, but as I spot the time on Axl’s phone from the nightstand, I see I wasn’t far off the mark about how long we fucked.
“Two hours, princess. You had our dicks in this stunning body for hours. You need a break and some water.”
As we care for Finleigh, she becomes drowsy and is asleep within minutes of finishing off a bottle of water.
“I get her ass next time,” Axl mutters as we shut out the lights and climb into bed, our bodies cocooning hers.
“Yeah, okay, sure. I really want that mouth again.” My night is then filled with dreams of her eyes as I come down her throat.