The Outlaw's Dirty Dancer (13 page)

“You good?”
Jagger asked.

Brick nodded. He turned back to Leno’s corpse and bent down to clean off his blade on the man’s pant leg.

“How do you want this cleaned up?” Diesel addressed Brick and Jagger.

“Burn the place down. He was cooking his own shit in the backroom. Most likely when he couldn’t get his hook-ups from Trick he thought he’d try to manufacture the meth himself.” Court leaned against the wall. “If we torch the place it’ll look like it was a malfunction with the making of this toxic shit.”

Jagger looked at Brick.

“Let’s do it.” Brick’s bear was the one to answer.

****

Brick slipped into the bed beside Darra and rested his hand on her hip. His skin was still damp from his shower, and the chill in the air cooled his heated skin. He wanted to pull her closer, but also didn’t want to cause her any pain. But lying beside her, feeling her body heat, and knowing that she was safe added a little bit of calm to his chaotic world. He slid his hand from her side and rested on his back, staring at the ceiling. What he had done to Leno was fierce, and would have altered anyone’s life, but he was immune to it, numb to the violence, and thrived on more. He knew all of his MC
brothers
were the same way. No one had blinked an eye when he slit that bastard up and let him bleed out on the floor. Everyone had had his back when he was the one to light that bastard’s cabin on fire. This was their life, their world, and what he had done was just a part of it.

“Brick?”
Darra’s voice was soft and slightly slurred. Maybe she had taken more pain meds? He hoped she did because there was no need for her to hurt.

“Yeah, baby, I’m here.” He turned toward her, but he saw that her eyes were still closed. Resting his hand on her side again he heard her sigh.

“I hoped I would fall asleep, and when I woke up you’d be in bed beside me.” She smiled, but he knew she was doped up from pain meds, and half asleep.

“Baby, you will never have to wake up alone again.” Brick moved closer and ran the tip of his nose along the side of her neck.

“That makes me happy.” The last word was softer, and he sensed her fall back asleep.

Brick closed his eyes, too, and knew that there was nothing in this world he wouldn’t do to make sure his female was safe. He had never known the power and strength a male derived from finding his female that was meant to be an old lady, but dammit he felt it now.

Chapter Twelve

Two months later

Darra set the last box on the kitchen table and looked around at her new home. The box she had been carrying had only held a few things in it, mainly dish rags and a few towels, but Brick had refused for her to carry anything heavy since her ribs were still healing. Brick was in the living room with Diesel, Jagger, Dallas, and Court. The prospects had already left after carrying in the heavy stuff, and Sonya had headed back to the clubhouse to start cooking a big meal for the club tonight. Darra turned and leaned against the counter and stared out the kitchen window. The small house they had gotten was on five acres of property, and the trees that surrounded the house gave them privacy. But it was still close enough to town that they weren’t that isolated. She heard the guys yell goodbye from the living room, and then she heard the front door shut. Brick came striding into the kitchen a minute later. He stopped in the archway and leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey.” She grinned at him, because the look he gave her was full of wicked promise. They hadn’t done anything sexual in far too long, but her face was healed, and her ribs were pretty much on the mend, so she couldn’t think of a better time to break in the new place. But it had been Brick being too scared of hurting her that had kept them from doing anything sexually. To say the man had the power to deny
her
sex when she had tried in vain to coax him into it was an understatement. What woman could force a man to do anything when the reason he was withholding was because he feared he’d harm her?

Darra was supposed to start working full-time at the club office. After she had a small talk with Jagger he had offered her the job. She wouldn’t be making the same amount as she had stripping, but the pay was still good and it was honest—to a point—work. Over the past two weeks she had been organizing and going over their books. Working next to Stinger and learning what was expected of her hadn’t been as intimidating as she had thought. In fact, under Stinger’s brooding personality he was quite the gentle giant.

“Hey yourself.”
He watched her, and his smirk grew. “You look like you’re up to something, baby.” He came toward her.

She glanced down at the crotch of his jeans and saw his impressive bulge. “It looks like there is something up with you. You bring in boxes sporting that thing?” She was teasing—somewhat—but in the next instant he was right in front of her and had her caged in between his arms. She sucked in a lungful of air at the concentrated whiff of his cologne, sweat, and the motor oil that always surrounded him.

“I was fine until I saw you standing in the kitchen wearing those fucking cutoffs.” He leaned back enough to look down her body. “I mean shit, baby, every time you bend over all I can think about is pressing you against the side of this counter and fucking the hell out of you.” She would have sighed from those rough, filthy words, but he claimed her mouth in the next second. They kissed for so long she had to break away and breathe in deeply, but Brick wasn’t finished with her yet. He reached behind her head and wound his hand into her hair until she felt the tug of the strands in his hold. Then he pulled her head back and used his other hand to grip her jaw. Her head was immobile in Brick’s hold, and his touch was one hundred percent possessive. He leaned in and kissed her again, slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, and claimed that part of
her,
too, she knew there would never be another man for her. This was it, Brick was it for her, and she was totally pleased, content, and happy with that.

“I want you so fucking badly, baby.” He kissed her with a force that left her breathless, stole her sanity, and made her crave more.

“You can have me, Brick, all of me. I am so wet, so ready for you.” She went to touch him, but his growl against her mouth had her stopping.

He took a step back, but he didn’t make her wait to see what he was doing. He undid the button of her shorts, pulled her zipper down, and pushed the denim down her legs. The t-shirt she wore was then pushed up by him, and he pulled the cups of her bra down until her breasts popped free. The need and urgency in his face were evident, as was the fact he hadn’t bothered tearing her clothes away, but instead made her “assets” easy to get to. He undid his belt, button, and zipper, and right before he pushed his jeans off he grabbed a condom from his wallet.
 
He didn’t bother taking off his shirt, just shoved his pants down and rolled the condom on. God, he hadn’t even been wearing any underwear. His cock was thrust forward, pointing right at her, and her pussy so wet she knew that thick length would slide right in.

“Turn around.” His voice was low when he gritted out the words. When Darra was turned around, he moved his knee between her thighs and pushed them open, and then placed his hand in the center of her back and pushed her forward. The position had her bared breasts pressed to the cold tile of the counter and had her ass in the air. She knew her pussy was right there in his face, and felt her lips part, showing him all of her center. “You have no fucking idea what the sight of this cunt does to me.” He slid a finger down her slit.

She pressed her cheek to the counter and closed her eyes. But she wanted him to fuck her, needed it because it had been too long. Instead she sensed him move behind her, and felt his warmth breath on her ass.

“And this ass.”
He brought his hand down and smacked a cheek. He could do it harder, and that was how she wanted it, but Darra knew he was holding back. “I could eat out your ass all day long, and then fuck it until you came from the sensation of my dick buried deep inside of you.” He was panting against her flesh, and when he gripped each cheek and spread them wide, those hot bursts of air went along her anus. “You tell me to stop if it is too much or I’m hurting you.” He sounded drugged, and that was how she felt.

Instead of answering she moaned and lifted on her toes. Popping her ass out, she loved when he grunted in pleasure when she pressed her bottom against his face.

“You bad fucking girl.”
He smacked her ass again and again, and she loved the sting of pain followed by the warmth of blood rushing to the surface. “Tell me how good it feels.” His voice was gruff since he was licking at the tight ring of muscle, sucking at it, and fucking it with his tongue.

“It’s good. It’s so good.”

He growled against her now soaked ass, and when he pulled his mouth back it was only to work a thick finger into her. But he wasn’t nearly done, and brought his other hand to her pussy and flicked her clit back and forth. “You have no idea how hard it was to not do this do you.” He licked and nipped at one of her cheeks, and the pain only heightened her pleasure. “I was so afraid to hurt you.”

“I’m fine. God, Brick, please just fuck me already.” She opened her eyes when she felt him rise, and looking over her shoulder showed his attention at where he was about to push into her. “Do it.” Darra whispered those two words, and then he was pushing into her nice and easy, but just as consuming. Muscles stretched, fullness slammed into her, and she absorbed it all. Once he was fully inside of her he gave her a moment to get used to his penetration.

Sliding his hand up and down her back was soothing just as much as it was arousing, but she knew what he had planned, because if she knew anything about Brick it was that he liked the control, and Darra liked surrendering it to him. He gripped the back of her neck, and added a bit of pressure, making her know without words that he was the one doing the dominating.

“You’re so damn tight.” He pulled out of her an inch and slid back in. “And so fucking wet.” He pulled out until only the tip was at her opening and then shoved back inside of her deep and hard. He groaned, and she gasped.

The tile beneath her mouth was damp from her breathing, and the wetness spilling from her pussy made a trail down her inner thigh.

“And so hot that I feel like I’m burning alive.”
He started pounding into her, sliding his dick out and thrusting forward. Over and over he did this, and soon her orgasm climbed so high she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it.

“I’m going to come.” Gasping out the words, all it took to push her over the edge was the firm slap to her ass cheek, and the gruff sound that left him. Moaning out long and hard, she wrapped her hands around the edge of the counter and held on as she felt herself grow wetter, and felt him thrust into her faster. And then he was making these animalistic sounds that let her know he was coming as well.

When the pleasure receded and she could think clearly, she pushed herself up and looked over her shoulder. He had his eyes closed, and when he pulled out of her this pained looked crossed his face. Brick leaned forward and rested his forehead in the center of her back and stayed that way.

“You know how much I love you, Darra.” He didn’t phrase it like a question.

She pushed all the way up and turned around to face him. This was the first time he had ever said that to her, and she was stunned, but overjoyed. Although they hadn’t known each other for very long, she knew that he was going to be the man she loved from the moment she had met him. With each passing day her feelings had grown, but she never told him how deep they really ran because she was afraid to scare him off.

“Did I ruin the moment by saying that?” As usual his voice was deep and hard, but she thought she hinted this tremor of vulnerability within it.

“No, Brick, you didn’t.” Darra pressed her body to his, chest-to-chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Resting her head right over his heart, she heard the even rhythm of it beating right beneath her ear. “I love you, too.” Brick wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. The sound of him inhaling was so intimate and familiar that she couldn’t help but smile.

“Come on, baby, let’s take a shower.” He lifted her easily in his arms and strode down the hallway to the bathroom. It was a crazy world out there, and maybe crazier yet now that she was in Brick’s life and part of the MC world, but damn, she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The End

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