“Yeah, what the fuck ever. Every man is whipped. Some are man enough to admit it, is all,” I smart off. He knows I’m playing.
With Cain and Dilan on the road with Snake and Katch, Roan has been trying to find Ricky’s location. Ain’t happening; the bastard is using a burner. We all knew he would be. Still had to check it out. No stone unturned.
The entire time during church, I sat here half listening to Curtis rattle on about how he’s pretty sure Katch’s theory about Ricky being messed up in something other than just running. It’s drugs, gambling, or some other shit where he owes people money. We all know it is. The money he wants doesn’t have a damn thing to do with him trying to take care of his kid. The bastard is worried about saving his own ass. Pisses me off even more. Hurts my fucking brain to think he tried to pull some bullshit on my woman. That fucker is going to die by my hands. There isn’t anyone going to get in my fucking way. I don’t give a shit who he’s running from. I’ll take them down right along with him.
“You doing alright over there, Brick? Been awful quiet,” Roan asks.
“Hell, no. I’m fucking seething over here. In all the fucked-up shit I’ve seen in my life, this right here burns as bad as it did when my sister was killed. I feel helpless. We have some of the smartest people around looking for a weaseling motherfucker. Been looking for weeks now, and we can’t track him down.” Everyone stops breathing in the room. I swear to God they do. I never bring up my sister’s death unless I have to. That’s twice in the past hour. That’s how much this situation is getting to me.
Roan clear his throat. I continue on. “You mentioned earlier about drugs. Not a one of us messes around with that shit. I say we start there. See if any of our connections know who Ricky is. I can’t believe they would condone him killing an innocent woman, then using his kid as a bargaining chip. I know you have as many connections all over our country as we do, Roan, let’s dig our feet into the grime and dirt a little fucking deeper.”
“Let me call a couple chapters up north, see what I can find out,” Curtis responds.
The two of them continue discussing our options, while the rest of us sit there looking fucking stupid. We all know now’s not the time to butt in. My motherfucking jaw ticks to keep my damn mouth shut. I want to be in Colorado hunting this piece of shit down. It needs to end fucking now.
“Two days. I’m giving them two days, and if they don’t find him, we make a new plan.” Curtis slams the gavel down and the men surrounding the table rise.
“I’m flying back to New York. I’ll contact some associates to see what I can find out. They don’t deal with small-time shit. Not sure I’ll be any help to you, Brick. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you find him. I know what it’s like to be at the bartering end. You hang in there. We’ll find him, and he’s all yours when we do,” Roan says, extends his hand for me to shake. I nod, gripping it tightly.
“I appreciate it.”
I never sit during church. Always been too fucking anxious and prefer to have my back to a wall. Then his words sink in. Two days. I scrub my face, annoyed and pissed off. Two more days of sitting idle trying to keep Eden sane. This shit sucks.
“Brick.”
I look up to Curtis walking over to me while lighting a cigarette. The damn nicotine is taunting me. I’ve made good on my promise to Eden and quit. Shit fucking sucks.
“Prez.” I jerk my chin.
“You holding up?”
“I’m here.” Being short with Curtis is never a good idea, but a man can only handle so much.
He exhales a thick cloud of smoke up toward the ceiling. “No, you don’t talk much, brother, but know I got your back. Have never seen you so wrapped up into pussy.”
I advance on him, stopping my fist before it connects with his jawline. The fucker laughs. Throws back his head and laughs so damn hard it only pisses me off more. He places the cigarette between his lips, letting it dangle there, then slaps both of his hands on the top of my shoulders.
Curtis and I got into a scuffle outside of a bar years ago. That’s how we met. He was beating the shit out of someone. I tried to stop it. Neither one of us was backing down from the other. He ended up laughing in my face over it. Told me no one touches him and I had balls to do it. He’s been my brother, my leader, every day since.
“Congrats, brother, you’ve officially handed over your dick to a woman. Happy for you. Now, let’s go get fucking drunk.”
I grip the back of my head, pissed off. The ass was testing me, and it’s a good thing he was because I don’t think I could handle Curtis referring to Eden as a sweet pussy.
“I’m all in for getting drunk,” I say, follow him out into the main bar where we both stop dead in our tracks. “What the fuck?”
I see Eden found Caitlin and Rachel. The women are fucking louder and rowdier than all the brothers combined. Rachel has her arms extended wide like she’s telling a fucking wild fishing story showcasing her catch.
“Shit you not!” she squeals in excitement. Her volume control long fucking gone. “He’s hung like a fucking horse.”
Curtis elbows me, proud as hell, then cups his junk.
“After years of marriage still begs to put it in my ass. That’s never going down. Ever.” She leans in like she’s going to tell a secret. The problem is, the level of her voice doesn’t change. “He teared up one time when I told him no. We were young and in love, and he actually thought tears were going to work on me.” The girls all toss their heads back and laugh. Yup, man is whipped. There isn't any doubt who controls his pussy getting days in this relationship.
Eden’s face is crimson red, and I’m not sure if it’s the whiskey or flat-out embarrassment. But it’s the genuine smile lighting up her face that’s intriguing me. Curtis steps forward. I’m sure to go toss his wife over his shoulder and paddle her ass. I grab his elbow, stopping him.
“Wait.”
“Fuck that. My cock is going in her mouth to shut her up.”
I jerk him back again. “Prez, my girl is smiling and laughing. Let her have this for a bit. Then you can go fuck an apology out of your wife.”
He peers over at me and shakes his head. “Fucking pussy-whipped bastard.”
Caitlin downs a shot, slamming the glass on the tabletop. “I like it in the ass, and if we were playing a drinking game, I just took a shot for it. Okay, Eden, your turn.”
Caitlin claps her hands together then slaps her forehead. “Oh, and for the record, Katch is hung like a fucking elephant and I still love me some ass play.”
I fucking swear grown-ass men turn red listening in on this conversation. None of the fuckers dare approach the prez’s wife, or Katch’s either.
“Eden,” Rachel encourages her.
“Um.” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “Brick has a dick.”
“You made a rhyme!” Rachel claps, then they burst out in laughter.
I growl to Curtis. “Are you fucking kidding me? That’s all I get?”
Prez laughs right along with the girls.
“Details,” Caitlin demands.
Eden slaps her palms over her face then does me proud. “It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen, and that includes the pornos I’ve watched, and it’s pierced!” Caitlin and Rachel’s eyes go wide.
“Oh, yeah.” I nod my head. Although she won’t be watching any more porn. Unless it’s with me.
“Let’s go.” I stride over to the table, creeping up on Eden. My fucking dick grew rock hard watching her. I reach down to my cock, cupping it in my hands. The dick imprint strong on my jeans. The girls straighten up when they realize they have company at the table. Eden nearly falls off her chair. She’s shit-faced wasted.
I squeeze my dick through my jeans, making my knuckles go white, staring her dead in the eyes. “And it’s all yours, darlin’.”
I can’t help myself from bending over and kissing the fuck out of her in front of all my brothers. I don’t give two shits if it makes me look like a pussy or not.
“This is bullshit. A good ol’ dick talk and two vaginas have your men here.” Caitlin slaps the table as I pull away from Eden.
Curtis wasn’t so polite, because he’s still manhandling his woman. I think history might be made in their bed tonight.
In a swift move, I pull Eden up from the chair wanting nothing more than to march her ass down the hall to my room. I know she’s enjoying herself; she can enjoy herself with me. I want her mouth on my cock while I’m shooting back some fucking whiskey. I take her chair and then place her on my lap, so she’s straddling me. We come nose to nose.
I mumble into her lips. “Having fun, baby?”
She kisses me and then pulls back. “Kisses mean yes.”
“Are you drunk?”
She kisses me again, but when she pulls away, a hiccup escapes her.
“Gonna fuck you all night long until the sun rises. Sound good?”
Another kiss.
I run my tongue over my bottom lip. “Gonna devour that sweet cunt of yours until you’re screaming.”
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
“Hey, vagina biker boy,” Rachel hollers.
I look over Eden’s shoulder to where Curtis is trying to shut his wife up. Shit, anyone else calls me that, drunk or not, they wouldn’t be sitting down right now. But Rachel is like a sister to me. She mothers all of us members.
“Yeah.”
“Give Eden back. She’s ours.” Rachel sticks her tongue out at me.
Fucking women and their whiskey.
My hands tangle in Eden’s hair, pulling her lips back down to mine so I can whisper into them.
“Gonna kiss you right now just like I’m gonna dine on that pussy tonight.”
I attack her lips like I’m eating her out. My tongue swirls in her mouth, darting in and out. When Eden’s hips seductively begin rolling against my cock, I know it’s time to stop. I squeeze my eyes shut when I pull back, hating myself for it.
“Gonna be over there on that couch with Curtis.” I tilt my head in the direction. “I need to catch up with you.”
She nods. “Saxon.”
Goddamn, the way she says my name hits me every single time.
“Yeah, darlin’.”
“Would you freak out if I told you I was falling in love with you.”
I smile then blink knowing she’s drunk. “No, but how about you tell me that in the morning to make sure it’s not the whiskey talking.”
“Okay, but I’m falling in love with you.”
I kiss her forehead. “Good, because you’re mine.”
I stand up with her hanging on to my shirt then turn and set her down. “Let’s put some soda with your shots.”
Curtis hollers to Slick, our bartender, for two bottles of Jack. It’s fucking delivered before we sit down on the couch. We both kick our black boots up on the table and tip back our own bottles.
“They’re fucking trashed,” I say.
“Fuck.” Curtis scrubs his face. “And Caitlin is staying with us until Katch gets back. Fucking cockblocker.”
I roar in laughter. “Sorry, man, Rachel might have let you slide it right in tonight.”
Curtis punches my arm not holding back on his force. “Talk about my wife and sliding in one more time, and I’ll fucking cut your balls off.”
We both take a long pull from our bottles. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Ass-fucker virgin,” I manage to get out between laughter.
The whiskey is hitting me hard and fast. It must be doing the same to Curtis because he even cracks a smile.
We all needed this tonight.
64
Eden
“Have you ever given it to someone up the ass?” I ask Saxon as he lifts me off the stool, cradles me in his arms, and carries me to his room.
“We ain’t talking about our past ever, Eden.” I think he’s slurring or he doesn’t want to hear about the men I’ve been with. Whatever. I feel too good to care. Even in my right state of mind, I wouldn’t care. He’s mine now. That’s all that matters.
I run my tongue up his neck, stopping at the base of his ear. “I want to ride you,” I murmur.
“You will,” he growls, opens the door, kicks it shut, and I get my first taste of the man they call Brick.
There isn’t crap in here. Bed, dresser, television. I see a small bathroom through my squinty eyes. This makes me sad.
“Be right back. You better be naked with those legs spread wide when I come back. You pass out on me, and I’ll wake you up with my dick in your mouth.” He sits me on the bed. My body is already falling back, and my eyelids are growing heavy.
“I’ll be waiting.” I won’t be. My eyes are already closing.
I smile even though I’m sleeping when the tip of a dick traces the outline of my lips. I know it’s Saxon, and yet I have no energy to wake up right now.
“Open those eyes,” his dark, gravelly voice commands.
I open them, barely.
He’s leaning back on his haunches. Hypnotizing me with the movement of his hand as he strokes up and down his dick.
My eyes are now open wide. “Oh, God,” I moan. Hell, this man is hung like an elephant with added jewelry to boot.
My eyes flutter shut until he traces my lips again.
“Don’t you dare fucking close those eyes, darlin’. You watch.”
It’s not his demanding tone that has me watching. It’s the way he’s staring into my eyes as he watches me watch him. Saxon is fucking his cock with his hand. I could watch this on repeat for days on end.
I don’t say a word as I take in my own intoxicating porno show.
I stay awake long enough to watch my man indulge in his own sensation.
“Saxon,” I holler, my hand reaching over to find his side of the bed empty. I press my face in the pillow and moan.
Tears well in my eyes, and they are not from a hangover. I feel better than I thought I would after all the alcohol we consumed. Not that I cared last night. I had entirely too much fun. “No, Eden. You will not cry.”
I flip myself over, scootch up in bed, and that’s when I notice I’m naked. I smile to myself as I remember Brick’s fun from last night and the image of my man stroking himself. That picture alone could keep me fed and hydrated for life. There’s just something about my strong, broody man bringing pleasure to himself that makes me wet.
I jump, pull the sheet up to my chest, and drop it just as quickly when Saxon pushes through the door. His bare, muscular chest has my mouth watering with the need for the man who swooped into my world.
“You owe me, darlin’.” My eyes go wide when he palms his cock, unzips his jeans, and springs himself free. I’m already wet and anxious for what’s to come.
“I’m gonna show you my cure for a hangover.”
I want to tell him he can be my cure for anything, but my mouth remains shut, and my eyes stay glued to his piercing. My God, the way his hand glides up and down that piece of work between his legs has me rattled.
“Cunt, mouth, or ass?” he asks, kicks his jeans off, and strokes.
“Um. Is that a trick question? Because I remember asking you something about that last night,” I mutter.
I have to be as red as a beet right about now, and it’s not from embarrassment. It’s from arousal. This man drives me out of my head. Crazy.
“You did. I’m not talking about our past. They stay right there. Not asking you again, Eden. Answer the question, or I fucking pick. And it may be all three.”
“Pussy.”
He closes his eyes. Strokes his cock. And when he opens them, they are flaming with raw desire.
“Good. I’m going to own that ass, though, the same way I own your pussy, you feeling me? This is who I am. What I do. I take care of what’s mine. And baby, there ain’t a part of you I don’t want to claim. Do you remember much from last night?” He lifts a brow.
His hand never stops stroking. I’m jealous of his hand. I know I said puss
y, but Jesus, I want to taste him now. Bits and pieces of last night come back to me. Caitlin told me how she met Katch, and we laughed so hard when both us said how opposite we were from our men. Then it escalated to comparing dick sizes.
“Yes. I remember everything.” I’m not embarrassed to tell him what he wants me to say.
“Good.” And this man says he doesn’t play games. Hmm.
“Was last night with the girls okay?” I ask knowing we were quite rowdy.
“Yeah. You’re my woman now; they adore you. Let’s fuck. Not going to be gentle either.” He sits on the edge of the bed, grabs me by the ankles, and pulls me down to him.
My body melts into the mattress with his touch. My body would go anywhere with him. The need to get my fix is overpowering. Saxon has gone down on me and vice versa. He’s the only man who’s ever made love to me. Hell, he could fuck me giving it his all, and it would still feel like he’s making love to me.
“Darlin’, where’d you go?”
His deep and gruff voice strikes through my thoughts. Shit. There are so many thoughts and emotions racing through my head.
“I love you, Saxon.” His name floats off my lips.
“That’s good, darlin’, ‘cause I love you, too.” My heart swells. I really want to cry.
I pat the bed next to me. He follows my signal, lying down beside me. When he’s flat on his back, I perch up on one elbow studying the intricate ink sprawled across his scarred skin.
“Your mine.” I smile.
“I sure the fuck am. However, I need to fuck you. Now,” he growls, palming one of my tits.
I’m not sure how this is going to come out. Fuck, I don’t want to have this conversation. It seems so routine. I’ve told hundreds and hundreds of patients to have this same talk before intercourse with a new partner. I still can’t believe what I’ve done. The damn truth is, I’d do whatever Saxon asked of me.
“I have a question,” I finally blurt out with my cheek pressed to his chest, unable to look into his eyes.
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