by CC Monroe
“No, it is. If he isn’t taking no for an answer, I just might have to handle that on my own.”
“Oh my God—Brew, calm down. It’s not like she’s your old lady. JJ is strong. She’s got it. She’ll let us know if we need to step in.” This doesn’t satiate Brew; no, not even close. But I don’t miss the fact and am grateful that Chrys is not onto us. However, if he doesn’t get that murderous ownership look off his face, we might be screwed.
“Yeah, she’s pretty tough, man. Just let her handle it. We got her if he doesn’t take a hint soon, right, J?” Dom directs the question to me, switching gears.
“Exactly. If it becomes a problem, I’ll tell you all.” I say that, but when I say “all,” I look to Brew, and he knows I’m speaking to him. The feelings inside me are beyond frustrating but exhilarating. He’s looking at me like he wants to fuck the ownership he feels into me. Not knowing how to calm him down without them knowing, I use my foot and rub it up and down the side of his leg. The waiter with the pizza soon breaks up the heavy, distracting Dom and Chrystal.
I mouth, “It’s okay, baby.”
Not knowing where in the hell I got the idea to call him that, I push that aside, because apparently it works. I watch as he visibly relaxes.
The dinner goes on, and the conversation is a good one. I learned more about Brew and the way he got started in the industry. The way he talked about it, I saw a lot of me. This is his passion, and I know how that feels. We have that in common. Brew and Dom also educated me more on the whole MC thing. They own a club, but it’s not the kind you see in shows. Good to know the man I’m sleeping with and having many mixed emotions about isn’t selling drugs, women, or illegal weapons. It’s basically a super manly biker joint for them to fix bikes, drink, party, and chill.
The night goes on, and knowing I have to work tomorrow, I throw in the towel and call it a night. Chrys and I walk to Brew’s truck and hug, making plans to shop this coming weekend before parting. Brew opens the door, and I climb up. Watching him walk around the truck, my stomach ties in knots. Sure, the night ended on a high note, but we both couldn’t act like the exchange over Parker didn’t happen, and I’m scared for what is going to come.
Climbing in, he starts up the truck, and I prepare, waiting on the edge of my seat to hear what he says. But nothing. Turning up the radio, he keeps the conversation at bay, and we drive home in silence.
Not really sure how to talk to Brew about things yet, I don’t bring it up. It’s been less than two full days. How would I even know what to say or what will trigger him to react in a negative way? Pulling up in the driveway, my guesthouse in view, he turns off the car and just sits, wordless, staring out the window. Looking around everywhere I can but at him, I’m thrown off when he speaks.
“Goodnight, JJ. See you in the morning for breakfast.”
Furrowing my brow, I wear my thoughts on my face. That’s it? He’s mad? Because a coworker hit on me? How can he be so upset when we don’t even know one another? Yet, I still can’t help myself, for whatever damn reason.
“Wow, nice, Brew. Glad to see this is somehow my fault. Have a great night. I won’t see you for breakfast. I’ll catch an Uber. Goodnight.” Climbing out, I make it a point to slam the door and show him I mean business and that I’m beyond outraged that he has the nerve to act as if he and I are this couple with years behind us.
This was a bad idea, and I knew that, but my hormones and his undeniable possessiveness got the best of me, and now it’s going to be awkward the next couple of days until I can get to a hotel. Stomping off in a huff, I get in the guesthouse, and knowing he’s still in the truck, I let him see me slam that door with as much force and gusto as I can muster. Once it’s closed, I let out an irritated growl.
“Jealous asshole. Next time, JJ, think with your head and not your damn vagina!” I yell. Stomping to the bathroom, I make sure to shut the curtains and move to the shower on the other side of the bathroom. Taking my clothes of in a huff, carrying the heavy weight of how annoyed I am, I climb in the shower as quick as possible so I can get to bed and end this shitty day. I dry off just as quickly, and not bothering with clothes, I climb in bed and shut my eyes, counting sheep, singing lullabies, and cursing Brew in my head until I fall into slumber.
Chapter Eight
Brew
I toss and turn, feeling consumed with what a dick I was and my sudden change in mental stability. I’m a man, through and through, possessive, bullheaded, and not the type to let a woman take over like JJ does. She makes me mad with lust and want, and fuck me if I don’t love and hate it at the same time. The thought of another man wanting her, talking to her in a way that makes her uncomfortable—that makes the violent part of me roar to life.
It’s not her fault that this Parker prick is in the picture and advancing on her like she’s a piece of meat.
“Fuck.” I huff. Needing to make this right, I want to go to her. I’m breaking all the rules of sex buddies, but each passing second is showing me that JJ isn’t going to be that. I want this woman, and I want to see where it can go. It’s maddening, absolute insanity, and it can’t end well, but I don’t fucking care. JJ is mine, and I need her to declare it, own it like I want her to. Throwing the blanket off me, I climb out of bed, on a mission, and go downstairs, grabbing my spare key to the guesthouse.
She’s most likely asleep, seeing as its just after midnight. Not even that will stop me. When I get to the door, I hesitate for a split second, knowing that if I pass through this door, there is no going back. At all. Unlocking the door, I’m met with pure silence. I don’t turn on a single light, knowing my way. I built the place and could tell you every nook and cranny. Her door is open when I take over the doorway. She looks beautiful sleeping, her long black hair cascading down the pillow, her plump lips slightly parted. I move, the floor creaking, and this causes her to stir but not wake.
Approaching her, I run my thumb over her soft cheek, her skin silky smooth. I smell the scent of strawberries coming off of her and move the blanket just a bit, revealing just what I thought I’d find—she’s naked. My cock grows instantly and painfully hard for her. Those breasts. Pale, with rose-colored nipples—she looks like fucking porcelain.
“Baby,” I groan for her, and this time, she stirs awake, her eyes slowly opening. She left the lamp on, so she’s able to see it’s me and doesn’t react with fear.
“Brew, is everything okay? It’s late.” She sits up and looks from the clock to me, trying to wake herself up enough to get her bearings.
“No. I was a fucking asshole, JJ, and I want to rip my fucking hair out, because you are not supposed to be getting to me like this.” The low rumble of words leaves me.
This is what wakes her fully, pulling her completely from her slumber. “Brew, this was a mistake. We shouldn’t have slept together.” Noticing her top half is exposed, she pulls the sheet up to hide her perfect body from me.
“You’re right. But we did. We did, and I can’t get you out of my mind, and all I think about is you. For two days, you have consumed my every damn thought. I still taste you. I want you, and I don’t want to stop this. Whatever it is or becomes, I don’t give a fuck, but I know I want to get to know you more. I want to be inside you. Fucking taking you whenever you let me.”
“Please, we can’t. This could get messy. Really fast.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“No, Brew—you don’t. I can’t. Shit.” She stops, dropping her head in her hands, frustrated.
“Why? Say it. I just told you things I would normally never admit to myself, let alone say out loud. So tell me.” Breaking free from her current position, she looks up at me.
“I want you. You and I are the same, Brew, stubborn, independent, and we have the potential to be something so bad. But in my gut, I know we could be really, really good.”
“Then let’s do this. Why stop us?”
“Damn it, Brew. You could be something that I can’t just walk away from. And
that scares me.”
“Good. Because it scares me too, and I need you to tell me that I’m not alone. That you want me.”
“I do. God, I do.” She whispers that last statement.
Reaching down with one hand, I grip the comforter and sheet and rip the blankets off her body. JJ cries out, an aroused whimper leaving her. Seeing her completely naked like this, up close, is an experience I can honestly say I’ve never had. I’ve seen plenty of women naked. Fucked half the trash that comes into the club. But this—JJ, she’s a masterpiece, and I know a perfectly built woman when I see one. I couldn’t have molded her into anything more flawless.
“I’m going to make you so damn happy, baby. I will please you, so you won’t need anyone else.”
Biting her lip, she peers up at me. Releasing that plump flesh from between her teeth, she purrs seductively. “Is that what you think? That I want someone else? That I’ll find someone who wants me more than you while I’m here?”
“You like me jealous, don’t you?”
“Maybe. Maybe I want to see what you will do to me if I make you think that.”
I growl, rounding the bed. She watches me, and I watch her, our eyes never wavering. Stopping in front of the bed, I pull the waistband of my sweatpants down, and my cock bobs, the head leaking and ready for her. “Knees, now. Crawl to me.”
JJ is a strong-willed woman, but not when we’re intimate. No way. Just like she has control over me outside of the bedroom, I have that same power over her when things get heated.
With my command, she follows my orders. “Tell me you aren’t going to make me beg you.”
“I should, but I want you too much. I can make you beg for it another time.”
“Good.” Dropping her head then, she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
I shudder, the sensation feeling incredible enough to make me full-on growl. “Baby, your lips…your mouth.”
“You’re the only man who has claimed my mouth, Brew. What does that tell you?” she asks after she releases me from her mouth, wiping the corner of her lips. Those eyes that haunt me in all the right ways peer up at me.
“That we are dangerously close to not being able to walk away.”
Nodding, she takes that plump bottom lip between her teeth. “Yeah. You’re beneath my skin, Brew. You’re a wrench in my plans.”
“Good. Because I want to be,” she finally admits.
“Come here, beautiful.” Picking her up, I place my hands under her arms and climb the bed, laying her out under me. "You ready? I need to be inside you. So fucking bad.”
Nodding, she grips my shoulders, and I reach between us at the same time she wraps her legs around me, and I slowly slide my cock into her tight center.
“Oh!” she cries, her brows drawing in, her lips parting just a bit. That sound, the face, the feelings, that’s when I see my mistake. This isn’t fucking. This is love making, and JJ will not be leaving Tennessee. I will make her mine forever, and we barely know each other.
“Baby.” I start moving slowly in and out of her, dragging my cock lazily against her tight, smooth walls. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
“Oh, Brew,” she moans, clenching tighter around me.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Can you ride me, beautiful?” I question, kissing her forehead, cheeks, and lips.
“I’d do whatever you ask right now,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” Flipping us effortlessly, I take in the view of JJ in all her beauty, seated fully on my cock, her pussy lips snug along the base of my cock. Her wide hips, thin stomach, and beautiful large breasts, she’s the definition of an hourglass figure, and she belongs to me now. Not wanting her to start riding me just yet, I admire her body, starting at her bent knees. I move up her smooth, womanly thighs, out and over her hips, along her sides, and then I palm her breasts, tweaking her nipples between my fingers.
“No! Shit!”
That’s when I feel it. A wave of wetness around my cock hits, and she tightens, throwing her head back.
Did she just come?
“Baby?”
“Oh God! Yes!” Slightly circling her hips, she takes her pleasure. My gentle touch, my admiration and appreciation for her womanly form, had JJ coming without anything else needed.
The way her pussy spasms, tightening, releasing, and then tightening again nearly makes me come. I swell inside her, needing her now. “JJ. I need to come. Hold on.” Bringing her eyes back to me, we connect that way first, and then I grab her hips and lift her up and down almost violently as she still spasms, and I come hard after just a few thrusts. “Fuck! Fuck!” I practically yell, straining my head back. Feeling her watching me, enjoying that she took her pleasure as fast as she had, I continue to come.
“Brew, baby, look at me while you come, while you fill me.” She sounds different, a need in her softer tone calling out to me.
“You’re poison, baby,” I moan, peering between her and where my cum is now spilling out of her. That sight is pure fucking ecstasy.
“You are too. We shouldn’t have done this,” she whispers, my orgasm beginning to fade.
“Why?”
“Because. I think… I think I’m going to fall in love with you. You’re going straight to my head, and I’m at the edge.”
“You will fall in love with me. And it’s not just you.”
Without another word, she falls to my chest, and we bask in the silence, trying to decipher what this means and what we will do tomorrow. Before we know it, we fall under the heaviness of exhaustion and euphoria. Tomorrow, we will figure it all out.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
JJ enters the main house just as I finish setting the table for breakfast. She’s dressed in a pair of leggings, boots, and a white sweater. Her hair is curled and her makeup soft. It’s raining today, so she’s dressed perfectly for the occasion.
I’m not sure what she’s going to say. We willingly crossed more boundaries last night. But just like the first time I had her, she holds all the power. This isn’t her home. She’s here for a job. Whatever we did last night will only affect her decision on what we are now.
“Brew, can we talk about last night?”
Fuck. That sounds bad. Seeing her pick nervously at the hem of her sweater is setting the tone for a conversation I’m not sure I’m ready to have.
“Anything you need, JJ.” Nodding to the table, I encourage her to take a seat. She does, and I follow suit.
We sit silently across from one another for no more than a minute before she speaks, but there are tears in her eyes. “We made the worst mistake yet, and it’s been a mere few days.” With that one sentence, I know I was right. The lust would die down, logic would set in, and she would push me away.
“Hey. I understand. I will back down. You don’t owe me an explanation. I won’t let that happen again.” Seeing her cry and suffer over what I can only explain as the best nights of my life isn’t something I can bear.
“No. Let me speak, Brew.” Her strength slowly peeks through. Wiping at her tears, she straightens up. “I know nothing about you. Other than your profession, name, your amazing cooking skills, and your insane jealousy and incredible way of making me feel so special.” I don’t speak. “Then last night, you looked in my eyes when we connected, and it scared me, because I thought I saw something that was not supposed to be there.”
She pauses briefly, enough to take a few breaths. Me? I just let her have the floor. Ready for her to break my fucking heart and have me cursing myself for breaking my one goddamn rule, letting a woman in again.
“I saw you for you, and I felt like you saw me, and I can’t help the way I’m feeling. I don’t want to say it, because it’s madness, Brew. Straight madness.”
“What is?” I bite out. Her eyes fly to me, and seeing I’m upset, she stands abruptly.
“No, no, Brew don’t be mad. I’m not saying that.” She’s on me, nudging me to push the chair back, and I begrudgingly do. When there
is enough space between me and the table to fit her, she straddles me.
“I want you. I don’t want to fight this, and that is not who I am. I don’t need anyone. A man, other people. I’ve always belonged to myself, and then you come along and make me want to be owned. You drive me mad, and I love and hate and love it again.” Cupping my face, she brings my forehead to hers. “I meant it when I said I can see me loving you. Don’t you want that? Me?”
Wait. I was prepared for her to push me away, and now she’s saying she sees us together?
“What happens if you do then? Huh? If you fall in love with me, I’ll take you and keep you, because I won’t share you, and I sure as fuck won’t let you out of my hands. You’ll be mine, and that’s not just a claim. It’s a threat to anyone who tries to come between us.”
She giggles. My devilish, badass woman. “What does being yours mean exactly, Brew?”
I chuckle sinisterly. “You’ll see. You’ll just have to watch it unfold.”
“Hopefully I don’t piss off my big, bad biker then, seeing as I don’t know the boundaries or anything,” JJ teases, and I like it.
“Let’s hope not. Now let me feed you and get you to work. And you need to be done by five. I have plans for us. Got it?”
“Hm. Think I found one thing it means to be yours. You think you can be bossy.”
Reaching around her, I grab a strawberry off the pancake and dip it in the whipped topping. “You bet your sweet ass, baby.” Bringing the strawberry to her mouth, I watch as she takes it between her lips, never breaking eye contact with me. Sensually, she teases me, knowing we now don’t even have time eat before we head out the damn door. Which means I can’t lay her down and fuck her hard enough to where she can feel me the rest of the damn day.
I’m a red-blooded male, and I fucking love to fuck, but with JJ? No. I’ve never had it this damn good.
“Now kiss me, get your sexy ass up, and let’s go. We’ll grab you something along the way,” I tell her, slapping her ass. Grabbing her neck with light force, I squeeze it just enough to show her I’m in control and bring her mouth to mine, licking and nipping at her sweet lips.