Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) (7 page)

Grinning at her, I reply, “There’s nothing average about me, sweetheart.”

Addy

BREW WALKS
me back to my room after we leave the common room. As we get there, he steps in front of me to open the door. It’s been a good day; he’s made sure of that. It’s hard to believe that getting kidnapped has been one of the most freeing things to ever happen to me, but it has. We’ve only been here for three days, but they’ve been good days. I don’t have to worry about anyone or anything, including my sister.

After I walk into the room, he stops me by saying, “As soon as I get done making a few calls, I’ll come back for you and take you to the kitchen for something to eat.”

“It’s not a problem, as long as you don’t forget about me and let me sit in here and starve,” I tell him and give him a little smile to let him know that I’m joking.

He chuckles before giving me a wink. “How in the world do you think I could forget about you?”

“You’d be surprised,” I mumble, but obviously not low enough.

Brew steps closer to me, puts his finger under my chin, lifts it, and just stares at me for a minute. “I will be back soon. I promise, and I never break a promise. Give me a chance to fuck up before you don’t believe me.”

I give him as much of a nod as I can with him still holding my chin. “Okay, I can do that.”

He leans down and gives me a little kiss on my forehead, lets go of my chin, and turns to walk out of the room. After the door shuts behind him, I lie on the bed and close my eyes. There isn’t much else to do in here but sleep. If I’m lucky, that’s just what I’ll do.

“They could at least put in a TV if they are gonna keep us locked up,” I say, even though there is no one here to listen.

My mind starts to drift toward my sister, when Trix is led into the room by Boz. I can tell immediately that something isn’t right. I sit up and watch as he lifts his chin and walks out the door without saying a word. Trix stares at the door a second before turning to look at me.

After a second’s hesitation, she asks, “I thought you were staying with Brew?”

I can tell by the look on her face that she’s as confused as hell about something, and I’m betting that something is a hot as hell biker President. He wants her, and he has no problem letting her know it. Trix wants him, too, but she’s playing hard to get. I guess that’s a game he’s not willing to play. If I know my friend at all, her confusion is going to turn into anger soon.

“He said he had something to do, so I’m back in jail,” I say with a shrug as I stand up and head toward the bathroom, before the anger comes.

“Oh,” Trix says, not meeting my eyes. “Boz made me a sandwich. We talked and stuff, then he just walked in here and left me, without a word.”

A smile crosses my face as I open the bathroom door. “Men are strange. We both already knew that. You can tell me all about it when I get done taking a shower.”

I shut the door behind me as I swallow my laughter, knowing how mad my friend would be if she heard it. Trix is gonna be mad as hell when she realizes Boz isn’t willing to play her game the way she wants him to. I’d rather be in the shower when that realization hits her.

Getting undressed, I lay my clothes on the counter. I don’t have clean clothes. Unlike Trix, I only bought a new shirt and a pair of earrings at the mall. I’m forced to wear my nasty ass shorts every day and alternate shirts after rinsing them out in the tub. I’m gonna have to ask Brew about using a washer and dryer, maybe borrow a pair of sweats while my shorts and panties are washing. There are a lot of things that I can live with, but wearing dirty clothes isn’t one of them. Brew brought me some of Smoke’s sister’s clothes. After learning she is Boz’s ex-wife and a club whore, I’d rather not put her clothes on. I may not like dirty clothes, but a whore’s clothes are even worse.

I laugh a little as I turn the water on to let it get warm, thinking of my mom’s reaction if she could see me now. Washing out clothes in a tub, wearing shorts that are covered in stains, and sleeping in a nasty biker clubhouse. My mother would have a coronary if she had to wear anything that was not freshly laundered. Shit, she would have a stroke if she had to wear anything that didn’t have a designer label on it.

Stepping into the shower, I let my body relax under the warm water. As I wash my hair, I think about Brew. He’s different than any man I’ve ever met. Growing up with Trix as a best friend, I’ve been around my fair share of bikers. Being Timothy and Lydia Sloan’s daughter, I’ve known many well educated men. Brew is a perfect mixture of the two. If my life wasn’t so fucked up, I might think he was made just for me.

As I rinse my hair, my mind veers to my sister. I’ve done my best not to think about her over the last few days. Like always, though, Alex’s health is a constant worry. As much as I’m looking forward to having a nephew, her being pregnant only adds to that concern. Now, with me not around to keep Blake’s focus off her, that concern is only growing.

Shaking off my worries, I wash and rinse my body. After turning off the water, I step out of the tub and quickly dry off. After putting my dirty clothes back on, I look on the counter for the brush Brew let me borrow. Realizing I forgot it on the dresser, I grab the doorknob. It’s time to face Trix and listen to her bitch that Boz isn’t doing what she thought he would. I only hope I can keep a straight face as I listen to her rant.

As I step out to get my brush, I realize immediately that something isn’t right. The door is wide open. It hasn’t been left open since the day we got here. I quickly scan the room. Trix isn’t here. Boz may have come back for her, but I don’t think she would leave without letting me know. Even if she did, Boz wouldn’t even leave the door unlocked, not to mention open.

As I continue to look around the room, my eyes zero in on one of her shoes lying in the middle of the room. A second later, they land on a spatter of drops on the floor. Getting closer, I look down and my heart skips a beat. Its blood, my best friend’s blood.

Without a second thought, I go out the door and take off running down the hall. I barely make it a few feet, before a pair of strong arms are wrapped around me. I struggle against his hold, not even realizing whose arms are around me.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Boz growls out, giving me a shake. “How the hell did you get out of your room?”

Fear for my friend has me screaming, as I attempt to jerk free. “Let me go!! I have to find Trix!”

“What the fuck do you mean, find Trix?” he asks, his arms tightening around me.

My brain is in overdrive, making everything seem almost surreal. Even though I want to answer his questions, I just can’t seem to make my lips move. Instead, I feel tears start to stream down my face as my heart pumps violently inside my chest.

“Brew!” Boz shouts as he stares down at me. “Where is Trix?”

Finally, I’m able to speak, but it comes out sounding more like a chant. “She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone.”

A few seconds later, I’m in Brew’s arms and he whispers, “What’s going on?”

“Trix is gone,” I tell him, finally getting control of my mouth.

His eyes jerk to Boz then back to me. “Why isn’t she with you, and how did you get out of the room?”

“I was in the shower. When I came out, she was gone. There’s blood on the floor, and one of her shoes was in the middle of the room.” I tell him what little I know.

As if my words tell him everything he needs to know, Boz starts running down the hallway. Brew pulls me behind him as he follows. He takes off running to the only other room at the end of the hall, and Brew and I take off after him. Just before we reach the room at the end of the hall, Trix’s scream fills the air.

Entering the room, I see Boz sending his fist into Crank’s face, then I notice my best friend lying on the bed with tears in her eyes. Before I can go to her, Brew has me in his arms and is burying my head in his chest. Boz and Trix start to talk as Brew leads me from the room. He pulls me down the hallway and back into the room that I call home.

Pulling away from him, I ask, “Is Trix going to be all right?”

“She’s going to be fine, Addy. Boz will take care of her, and we will both handle Crank,” he tells me as he pushes the door shut and grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Are you going to be okay, Addy?”

“I wasn’t the one that Crank hurt.” I tell him something he already knows.

“I know that, but you were scared. I hate seeing you afraid,” he says, and I can see that he means every word of it.

Brew lets go of my chin and moves his hand to the back of my neck. He leans down and places his lips on mine. I’ve never known a kiss could be so sweet, so gentle. I already knew from his little kisses on my forehead, or when he holds me when I’m upset, that he was a gentle giant. Still, I never expected anything this perfect.

His hand on my neck pulls me closer. As soon as my chest hits his, a sigh escapes my lips. The pleasure from this kiss, and my body touching his, is too much to hold in. My moaning gives him enough incentive to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue over mine. As soon as our tongues make contact, I moan from the intense pleasure. His hand moves from my neck to my hair. He wraps my locks around his fist as he growls into my mouth.

My hands run up his chest, and as I reach his throat, I wrap them around the back of his neck. I can’t stop myself from moving my hands into his hair and grabbing on to it. I attempt to pull him closer, even though it’s not possible. As our tongues stroke inside each other’s mouths, competing for dominance, Brew lets out another growl and his free hand moves from my back down to my ass. He grinds his hard cock into my stomach, and the realization of it brings me to my senses.

I pull out of his arms and attempt to catch my breath. “You’re a dangerous man, Brew.”

He draws in a deep breath and walks to the door. Just before he walks out, he says, “That makes us a good pair.”

Brew

I WALK
into Addy’s room and find her asleep in the bed. Even though I shouldn’t, even though I have no damn right, I know I need her in my arms tonight. Sliding off my cut, I shut the door and toss my leather on the dresser. After kicking off my boots, I empty my pockets and pull my tee over my head. Then, I slide in beside her and pull her into my arms.

“Brew,” she whispers in a sleepy voice. “Why do you smell like smoke?”

No fucking way am I going to answer that question, tell her I just finished burning all the evidence of what happened with Crank last night. She doesn’t need to know what kinda shit I have to do for the club. She will never know, if I can keep her from it.

Instead of being honest, I lie my ass off. “We were sitting outside, had a bonfire.”

“Did you take care of Crank?” she asks, cuddling into my side as if it comes natural to her.

“Yeah, we did,” I reply, placing a kiss on her head. “He’s gone, sweetheart. He’ll never bother you again.”

Throwing a leg over mine, she says, “He never touched me, only Trix. We’re lucky he didn’t hurt her worse.”

My arms tighten around her, as visions of Trix’s battered body fill my mind. “He’ll never lay a fucking hand on her or anyone else again.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, looking up at me through hooded eyes.

“Yeah, Little Red, I am,” I reply, running my hand over her back.

She pulls back just a bit and blinks at me. “I like it when you call me that.”

Addy seems almost shy now, a blush covering her freckled cheeks. Her deep brown eyes are filled with questions as she continues, “You know I want you, Brew. Don’t you?”

My heart skips a beat with her words. I’m not quite sure how to respond, so decide to just lay it out there for her. “I want you, too, Addy, more than I’ve wanted anything in a long damn time. But, I didn’t come in here for that. Still, I’m more than willing to take it.”

Her body trembles as she moves up enough to place her lips on mine. The barest touch sends a spark all the way down to my cock. It’s pressing against my zipper, wanting to be closer to her. Well, I’m more than ready to oblige.

As my hand sneaks down her body, she grabs it and says, “Not so fast, please. I need you to go slow with me.”

For the first time since I first met her, I’m reminded of who she is. More importantly, she’s letting me know who she isn’t. Addy’s not a fucking club whore, and she doesn’t deserve to be treated as one.

“We’re not gonna do anything you don’t want to, Red,” I promise her, before lowering my lips to hers once again.

“It’s not that I don’t want to; I already told you I did. It’s just that I’ve never...” She stops mid-sentence, looking into my eyes. “Well, not like this anyway.”

Fuck, I need to step away. A better man would; he’d let her find someone else, someone that would give her a house with a picket fence. But I’m a bastard to the core, and my only thoughts are of getting deep in her pussy and claiming it as mine.

As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I let her go and pull back. Shock fills me as I consider where my mind is leading me. I want to claim her; I want to make Addy my old lady. How the fuck did this happen? How did kidnapping someone turn into making them mine?

“I do want you, though,” she says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Looking down into her beautiful face, I shake my head. “Want what I can give you, or do you want me?”

A smile spreads across her plump lips, just before she gets close to me again and lays her hand on my chest. “No, Brew, I can get what you’re willing to give me any time, but I only want it from you.”

My heart skips a beat as I take in her meaning. She isn’t just talking about me taking her to bed. No, she’s laying it out there for me, no bullshit. If I want her, she’s mine for the taking. Well, my mama didn’t raise no fool.

One hand is in her hair in a flash. Next, my lips are on hers again. Sliding my other hand down her body, I fist the bottom of her shirt and tug it up. I pull back just long enough to pull it from her body. Then, I’m tasting her again as my fingers work the clasp on her bra. As soon as that’s done, I pull away and toss the strip of lace to the floor. If I was still standing, I’m sure this first sight of her naked chest would bring me to my knees.