Until Brew

by CC Monroe

  “Sit on my face, hands on the headboard.” I nod, eagerly going to remove my panties. “Keep them on.”

  My core clenches, my stomach tightening in anticipation. I climb on the bed one leg at a time, straddling his chest. Placing my hands on the headboard, I get ready to move into his wanted position, when he grabs my hips and does it for me, lifting me, then putting my core right against his mouth.

  I cry out, “Oh God. I want to come so bad. Please let me come.”

  “I will. But you don’t get to make that call, baby. Who does?” he demands, pinching my ass cheek.

  “You do.”

  “That’s right, now let me have my way with what I own. What do I own?”

  I breathe deeply, my chest heaving with anticipation. “My body.”

  “You are so good and trained for me.” With that, he bites my lips over my panties, and my stomach curls in, my back arching, and I grab the headboard with one hand and his hair with the other.

  “Fuck, oh fuck,” I whimper.

  “You sound like a fucking porn star. So damn hot to know that you really like it this way and sound like such a dirty plaything. Even sexier to know that you are my plaything. For the rest of your life. I can have you. Take you. Please you. No one else can, can they, baby?”

  “N-n-no, baby. They can’t.”

  “Move your panties aside. Let me eat you.” I do as he asks, the sight beyond erotic, and I can’t look away. Neither does he, lapping, licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue, his eyes staying on mine. They burn desire into my bloodstream. Some women don’t like to be treated like submissives in the bedroom, but me? I have to have it with him.

  I need him to take control and let me give up mine.

  “So damn good, your pussy is delicious. You're soaking.” He laps at my clit over and over, and combined with the raw sight and our intense gaze and the perfection of his skilled tongue, I come hard, riding his face.

  “That’s right. Fuck my face, baby. Take it from me.”

  I do as he asks, enjoying it, yet knowing this has only just begun. And that is fact.

  Next thing he has me doing is lying with my hips on a pillow, my face against the mattress, his cock pounding into me at a relentless, brutal pace, and I love it. I’ve come three times already, and he still isn’t finished, not even close to letting up on me.

  One hand grips my hip with a bruising force, and the other has a hold of my hair.

  “So fucking good. So tight. You like this, baby? You feel how bad I want you?” As he slaps my ass with his question, I moan out a yes. “I bet you do. I’m going to come, but you’re going to let me come on your beautiful tits, aren’t you?” He slaps my ass twice this time, red marks forming, I’m sure.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Fuck, turn over, now!” he commands, pulling out and pumping his cock with his hand. I do as told, pushing my breasts together, and he comes, hot spurts landing on my chest.

  “JJ. Fuck, baby.” Watching him come is a sight to behold. He finally leans down and gives me a gentle kiss before standing and going to grab a wet washcloth. Bringing two, he wipes my chest clean first, then softly between my legs.

  This is the best part of his hard, rough sex. The aftercare. Disposing of the towels, he comes back to the bed and lies beside me.

  “Turn on your belly, beautiful.” As he gives me opened-mouthed kisses, I soak those in before turning over. Once I’m on my stomach, he rubs out my muscles, starting with my shoulders and ending on my butt. Taking some lotion to them, he softly rubs it into the reddened skin. He kisses the curve of my spine, praising my body, murmuring his love for me, the way I make him feel. How happy he is.

  I don’t say much, selfishly taking it all in. Eventually, I fall asleep in his caring, soft hands, my life feeling a lot more complete. Tomorrow, we will go to my apartment, meet movers, and have them pack up my old life and move it to where my new one will begin with the love of my life and our soon to be family.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brew

  After our trip to New York, we got straight back into the busy lives we had a small escape from. Lacey hasn’t made an appearance in weeks—hell, not even a peep, and I take it my boys got the message across. That was until two nights ago, when the new car I bought for JJ, which she fought me on, was vandalized in the middle of the night. Destroyed, not just busted-in windows. Completely totaled. Things shoved in the gas tank, paint thrown on the car, windows busted in, and tires slashed. We weren’t home at the time it happened. We were spending some time with our friends at the compound, and when we pulled up, I knew we weren’t in the clear like I thought.

  We towed her car to the junkyard, and I’ve been in insurance hell for days trying to get her another one. I failed JJ. I promised her that Lacey wouldn’t be a threat anymore, and since the car incident, JJ hasn’t felt safe in our home. I tried to console her, but she didn’t want to listen, too upset, and honestly, I don’t blame her. I have a history that is getting in the way of our future. But I don’t want that to come between me and my woman.

  Sitting at the compound with the boys, I take a swig of my beer. Tonight, JJ and June went to the movies, and I decided to head here. Evan and I have grown closer since the women in our lives have become inseparable. Tonight, he came with, meeting Deacon, Dom, and me. The compound isn’t busy tonight, which is shocking, since it’s Saturday. But I prefer it that way.

  “Any news on the Lacey situation?” Evan asks. We spent the past hour talking about the recent shooting he and his friend Harlen were in. Maybe it’s his military training, or maybe he’s bred like me and these types of things just don’t seem to faze us as much as they should. It happened shortly after we got back from New York. He and June had just gotten engaged, and then he almost lost his life. JJ has inserted herself in a good way, being there for June as much as possible. It seemed to help her, and tonight when she agreed to go to the movies with JJ, both Evan and I were shocked June agreed.

  “No, she has connections, and they are helping clear her name. They are ruling it vandalism, but they think it was some neighborhood kids.” I shake my head, chugging the last few sips of my beer. Slamming it down on the table, I lift my hand in the air and signal for the prospect behind the bar to bring me another.

  “Of course. Chrystal says JJ isn’t sleeping well and hasn’t felt safe since the incident,” Dom adds.

  “She hasn’t. Hell, I wake up to find her pacing the house and looking out the windows. I think we might have to fucking move if Lacey won’t give it up. But honestly, how much longer can she keep doing shit and not get caught?

  “Maybe she has someone helping. That way her hands stay clean,” Deacon says.

  I ponder on that. He does have a point. Lacey has a reputation; I can imagine her asking a male friend to help her if she bribes him with sex as a form of payment. So, the threat could be even bigger.

  “Fuck,” I breathe out. “What do I do? This is the first time I’m at a loss and don’t know what to do, but I can’t let my woman keep feeling unsafe. It’s drawing a wedge between us instead of bringing us closer.” I usually don’t open up like this; it’s not my character.

  “You’re going to have to do what needs to be done to make sure she feels safe. Maybe you need to talk to Lacey. Try to make her understand that there is nothing left here.” Evan has a point.

  “I’ve thought of that, but if I’m being honest, she may take that as the complete opposite. It may give her false hope if I go to her. It's giving her what she wants.”

  “Point made.” Dom lifts his beer.

  “But she won’t stop. You can’t let someone fuck with your lady. You just can’t,” Evan says with finality. He’s been here before with June—that shit was brutal. I couldn’t imagine what he went through. Thank God she came out of it safe.

  “You’re right. I will talk to her. Tomorrow morning, I will meet up with her somewhere public and talk to her.”

  “Good, and we’ll be there.
We will park down the street, and if she goes postal, we’ll help back you up.” We laugh, but we all know it’s possible. The alcohol and drugs have made her an unpredictable cannon.

  “I’m gonna make the call. I’ll be back.” Stepping away, I go outside and dial a number I hoped I would forget and never have to call again. It rings for less than two seconds before she answers.

  “Baby? Is that really you?” Her high-pitched baby voice makes my stomach turn.

  “Cut it out, Lacey. Listen, we need to talk. Can you meet me at the café on Bourbon Street in the morning?”

  “Of course. Anything for you. I would do anything,” she whines, and it’s like nails on a fucking chalkboard.

  “I’m so glad you called and that we are going to talk this o—”

  “We aren’t talking about us or working shit out. It’s over. We are done. I have other things I need to address. I’ll see you at 9:00 a.m.” I end the call before she can say anything else. Checking my phone, I see it’s about the time JJ and June were going to be finished with the movie.

  Opening my recent calls, I click my woman’s name, and it rings. On the fourth one, she answers.

  “Hello.” That voice. Now that is heaven. It calms me.

  “Hey, baby. You done with the movie?”

  “Um… yeah, June and I are going to head to her place until you get home.” The sound of a door shutting tells me she’s getting in June’s car.

  “I will be there before you get home. I’m just at the compound with the guys.”

  “Have you had any drinks?” she asks.

  “Yes, a few,” I admit.

  “Then wait a bit. Drink some water and then come home. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Her voice is low and weak, a tone I’m not used to hearing from my girl.

  “I can do whatever you want, baby. I’ll get some water in my system and come home soon. You go stay with June and make sure to lock up, okay?”

  “Okay, we will.”

  “All right, I’ll see you in a little bit, baby.”

  “See you soon.” I think she’s about to hang up, when her soft, sensual voice comes through the phone. “You know I love you and I’m not mad at you, and I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”

  My heart constricts in my chest. “Oh, baby girl. I know you’re just worried, and I promise I am making some moves to help ensure we are safe, okay?”

  I expect her to ask me what my plans are, but she doesn’t. Instead, she lays her trust and safety in my hands.

  “All right, I believe you. I love you. Hurry home to me.”

  Fuck me. This woman is killing me.

  “I will. You enjoy the extra time with June.”

  “I will. She told me she’s going to kidnap me and not let me come home tonight.” She giggles, and June hollers.

  “I’m going to do it! We need a full mani/pedi and hot guys in romance movies!”

  “You don’t need anyone but me. Remember that. Those hot guys can’t give you what I can, JJ.”

  She giggles. “Nope, they can’t. Not even close, my big, possessive, crazy alpha.”

  “Oh gross! Okay, end the call!” June yells in the background.

  “I love you. See you soon.” I end the call and go back in. By the time I get to the table, Evan is already on the phone with June.

  “Don’t you dare put that shit on the TV. I will smack that pretty little ass, June.” She must have told him about the chick flicks.

  I laugh and order our table a round of water, seeing as we need it to get home to our women.

  I look around the coffeehouse. It’s not as busy as I hoped it would be. The fact that there are less people here means the likelihood of Lacey causing a scene may not go unnoticed.

  Taking a sip of my black coffee, I hear the bell on the door chime, and Lacey walks through. She looks… awful. And I don’t mean that to be a prick. In the literal sense, she looks awful. Her hair is falling out, I’m sure from the drugs, which usually only happens from heavier things. Her skin looks aged, another sign of alcohol and drug use. Practically bones now, she looks as though she hasn’t eaten in months. Spotting me, she smiles and approaches the table. When she sits, she immediately starts in with what I knew she would.

  “I’m glad you called. I’ve missed you.”

  “Cut the shit, Lacey.” I’m not giving her the chance to say anything here that can be misleading. If my men couldn’t keep her away, then she needs to hear it from my mouth and understand that I mean what I say.

  “What? Why are you acting so cold to me? As if the years we were together meant nothing to you?” she asks, looking wounded or like an animal caught in a trap.

  I do my best not to roll my eyes. “Lacey, you and I are nothing. Whatever delusional world you have made up where you think you and I plan to get back together, that will not be happening. Ever. I’m with JJ, and these little threats, acts of vandalism—they end now. Do you understand me?” Her face goes from wounded to enraged, a beast unhinged.

  “She will never love you the way I can. She wouldn’t do what I would to keep you. You broke me, and I’m this way because of you!” she screams and gains all the patrons’ attention. Putting on my sunglasses, I stand and throw a twenty down. Lacey was this way before anything went sour between us. She just got bad at hiding it. I won’t feel guilty for her choices.

  Her chest heaves as I slam my hand down on the table in front of her, not caring who’s watching. “You listen to me, Lacey, and you better fucking hear this, because it is a threat,” I whisper, getting closer to her, the smell of alcohol wafting off of her. "You will stay away from my woman, or I will make sure your life is ruined, and I will run you the fuck out of this town.” With that, I adjust my white V-neck shirt and walk away.

  “You will regret this! She will never get away with taking you from me!” she screeches, but the threat is gone, because I’m the one behind it. I choose how and when and what happens from here on out.

  I climb in my truck, turning on my music full blast, releasing a deep breath and trying to settle my raging heartbeat. I would never hurt a woman, but for JJ, I would not let anything stop me from protecting her, no matter what that entailed. She and our child are all I care about. No one and nothing else.

  Heading to work then, I make sure to shoot my woman a text when I get there, wishing her good luck on her meeting today. She finally found a place she likes for an office and meets with the owner today.

  Me: Hey, baby. I’m at work and miss you already. Make sure to call me right after you leave the appointment and let me know how it goes.

  JJ: I will. I’m hoping this is it. The owner sent me an email with more pictures and details today, and I’m dying to get there and see it. June’s going to take me. Chrystal works today.

  Me: Good, that’s awesome! I hope you love it, and whatever the price is, just take it. If the space is what you want, I will cover the cost.

  JJ: No, you will not. My savings will cover it, and once my apartment in New York sells, I’ll put that right back into savings and rebuild it.

  I imagine her rolling her eyes, most likely her hip cocked, and a sassy little voice in her head telling me to piss off. That fucking gorgeous firecracker.

  Me: Sure, whatever you say, baby. I will see you at dinner tonight. Love you.

  JJ: It is what I say, BABY. Love you, and be safe at work. Xoxo

  Just that small exchange has helped calm me down from my very brief but intensely heated meeting with Lacey.

  Work is draining, and it drags on. Around lunch, I shoot JJ another text, knowing her meeting is at one. She answers with kiss emojis, and I sit with the boys at a diner not too far from my work site, eating and enjoying the lunch. We shoot the breeze, catching up and not really talking about anything in particular, when my phone rings.

  Pulling it out, I see June’s name. Confused as to why she would be calling, I answer it.

  “Hey, June, what’s up?”

  “Brew! It’s JJ! They have
her! They took her!” she hollers into the phone, and my stomach drops, my heart stopping with it.

  “Who?” I stand, not even saying a word to my men as I bolt for the door and into my work truck.

  “Hurry, Brew! She’s hurt!”

  My blood drains from me, and my vision goes blurry. I hear a ringing in my ears, a tunneling to my eyesight. My hands shake as I fire up the truck and fly out of there.

  “Baby…”

  Chapter Eighteen

  JJ

  “Any word if the apartment has had offers?” June asks on our way to see my possible new office space.

  “A few, but the realtor said they are low offers, so he wants to keep it up for a bit longer,” I respond, entering in the address on my phone’s GPS.

  “That’s good. Hey, I want to tell you something…” she trails off.

  Looking up at her, I give her a smartass smirk. “I already know you’re engaged, remember? Brew had to tell me.” The other day, June and I had a slight argument, because Evan told Brew that he and June had gotten engaged, and to have found out from him first hurt my feelings. A lot. Sure, life has been really hard for her recently, but if I’m being honest, I thought we were closer than that.

  “I know, and I’m sorry for that, but this is bigger, and not even Evan knows.” Her tone is serious; she seems almost afraid to tell me whatever the news is.

  “What’s going on, girl?”

  “Listen, JJ… I just…”

  “Hey, you can tell me.” I reach over and rub her shoulder. I have to be a lot softer with her. After I went off about her engagement, everything went down with Evan and him almost being killed. We are still recovering from that.

  Is he still in trouble? Are there still men after him?

  “I’m pregnant. Evan and I are pregnant.”