Brick Shithouse

by Bijou Hunter

  Cap sizes up my brother and shrugs. “Does he want a fuzzy navel too?”

  Colton glances at me as if annoyed I’m not more annoyed in his defense. He shoves Cap, nearly knocking the drinks from his grip.

  “Is that your way of saying you want to fight, pal?” Cap hollers over the noise.

  The entire bar falls silent, scaring the shit out of me. Cap hands me my drink and smiles at Colton.

  “Well, buddy, friend, pal?”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “I’m excited to kick the shit out of a biker in a biker bar. Is that so wrong?”

  “Colton,” I warn, hoping to talk sense into him. Then I spot my sisters out of the corner of my eye and realize this was Pop’s plan all along. He wasn’t going to get the club involved when he could just send his testosterone-soaked son to rough up the new guy.

  “You talk a lot of shit, but can you back any of that up?”

  “Is this where I punch you in your pretty face?”

  “No, wait,” I say, pulling Cap away and trying to put space between Colton and the sexy giant ready to pound my brother into the floor. “This is dumb.”

  “Tell him, not me,” Cap says and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll stay over here and stretch while you convince him to back down and kiss my fucking feet.”

  “You’re acting like a baby.”

  Cap flashes me a brilliant grin that makes very clear how he will not be the one to stop the impending fight. Leaving him to gloat over a win he hasn’t gotten yet, I storm over to Colton.

  “Can’t you be a fucking adult for just once?” I demand as my brother stretches out his buff arms.

  “Shut up and get out of the way. Pop wants me to tenderize your bitch lover.”

  Lily forces her way through the crowd of people around us. Rando isn’t far behind her. They glance around at everyone placing bets on Colton or the giant tourist.

  “Did you see the size of his arms?” Lily asks our brother. “He’s going to kill you.”

  “I wrote you a beautiful eulogy,” Rando casually announces. “I started it in high school and finished it three weeks ago. I think you’ll enjoy hearing it from your Lay-Z-Boy in hell.”

  “What took you so long writing that, dumb-dumb?” Colton growls.

  “I wanted to fill my eulogy with your good qualities. Since you don’t have any, I eventually just lied. Did you know you’re selfless and spend your free time reading to the blind?”

  “Shut up.”

  “Is that your final request?”

  “I’m not going to die. The guy is all size, no style.”

  Lily speaks up before I can tell my brother to get a grip. “His fingers are the size of Italian sausages. He’ll wrap them around your throat and squeeze and squeeze until you die.”

  “Your head might pop off,” Rando says before adding, “Pop goes the weasel.”

  “I can handle this guy.”

  Lily and Rando look at me in unison as if their brain waves are on the same frequency. My oldest sister asks, “Do you think he’ll kill Colton?”

  “No.”

  “Then why are we here?” Rando asks Lily.

  “We came here for a beer.”

  Glaring, I growl, “No, you came here to stir up trouble for Pop.”

  “Well, there’s that too,” Rando mumbles and walks off.

  “Colton, if you’re smart, you’ll back down now.”

  “I’m going to pound on your boyfriend.”

  Flipping him off, I storm away. “He’s going to make you eat those words, bitch.”

  Lily remains at our brother’s side. She looks genuinely concerned, but I sense deep inside she’s just bored and worrying gives her something to do.

  I strut over to where Cap stretches out his long, thick arms. When he leans down to kiss me, I whisper, “You’re not going to kill my brother, are you?”

  “Pip, I’d never do something to hurt you like that,” Cap says and caresses my cheek. Stretching out his shoulders, he smiles. “With that said, I do plan to fuck him up a little.”

  “Really?” I mutter, glancing back at Colton.

  “Be cool, will you? It’s not like your brother is a skinny, weak fucker who can’t throw a punch. I bet he’s gotten his ass beat more than once. He can handle it.”

  “Just don’t hurt him in a way that can’t be fixed.”

  “So broken leg, yes. Head injury, no. Got it.”

  “On the other hand, as much as I love my brother, I don’t want you taking it too easy on him and getting hurt.”

  Cap gently cups my jaw and smiles. “Now you’re just talking out of your ass.”

  “Hey.”

  “If I get hurt, it’ll be because he got in a good shot. I give nothing to an opponent. I’m an asshole that way.”

  Before I can complain about how he shouldn’t be so proud of his asshole-nature, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Worried my parents are calling to scold me for letting Colton get his ass kicked, I answer only to realize I’m talking to the twins.

  “We had to hear about your boyfriend from our mom,” Avery whines in her most indignant tone before both twins emphasize, “Our mom.”

  “Sorry, but I’m in the middle of something right now.”

  “Yeah, your boyfriend is about to beat up your brother. We just saw the pre-fight video in the family’s FB group.”

  I glance around the bar until I spot the twins’ younger brother and sister standing on chairs to better film the fight. Cavalry sees me and pokes his sister, Nevaeh. The blond siblings wave at me before gesturing toward their parents drinking in a corner booth. Well, if the entire Rogers family isn’t enjoying the show.

  “I can’t talk right now, Avery.”

  “Why not? Does your boyfriend need you to hold his beer while he stretches out all those fine muscles?”

  “Stop ogling Cap.”

  “Honey precious,” Savannah interrupts, “if you’re going to date a man like that, you’ll need to get accustomed to the fairer sex giving him a gander.”

  “Thanks, Blanche Devereaux for your Southern-girl advice. Can I hang up on you now?”

  “No, stay on the line while we watch the fight.”

  “What the fuck for?”

  “We can console you while you watch either your brother or boyfriend receives a pounding.”

  “Whatever,” I say and turn to find Cap standing nearly on top of me.

  He picks me up at the waist and rests my ass on the bar top. “So you can see the action better,” he says and plants a quick kiss on my lips. “Promise not to kill your brother.”

  Before I can stop him, Cap turns away and heads for Colton. I watch him stretch out his muscles by punching air.

  “Here we go,” Avery says on the phone. “He looks huge, by the way. How’s that going to work?”

  “It works perfectly. Thanks for asking.”

  “Did he hurt you during sex? Is that why he picked you up like that?”

  “Stop spying on me,” I growl into the phone. “You wanted to leave Kentucky. That means you’ll miss out on stuff.”

  I hang up my phone and stare out at Cap and Colton circling each other as the crowd makes room. Rando and Lily join me on the bar top, one at each side. Saying nothing to me, they lean back to order drinks.

  Lily answers her phone, yells to be heard over the noise, and hands the cell to me. Taking it without thinking, I hear Savannah’s voice.

  “Why are you such a pill?”

  “I don’t want Cap to get hurt.”

  “But Colton is fair game?”

  “No. Shut up,” I grumble, already flustered and now downright overwhelmed. “Why did you call me?”

  “I wanted to gossip about your boyfriend. What else would I want, darling?”

  Handing the phone back to Lily, I flinch when Colton punches Cap. The sound of fist meeting jaw echoes in my ears and I feel like I might vomit.

  “When did you get soft?” Lily asks.

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sp; “I’m not soft.”

  “That was Avery asking, not me,” my sister says.

  Taking back the phone, I grimace when Colton gets another shot to Cap’s face. “What do you want?”

  “Don’t worry about your boyfriend,” Savannah says, having stolen the phone from her twin. “He looks like he can take a punch or two.”

  “I always figured it would be fun to have people fight over me. I was an idiot.”

  “No, sug, you’re just young and inexperienced,” Savannah says. “Stupid comes with the territory.”

  Rando nudges me. “Colton’s kicking your Cas’s ass.”

  “Yeah,” I say, watching Cap take punch after punch.

  “Give the phone to Lily,” Avery orders and I dreamily do as she says.

  Lily takes the phone, talks for a few seconds, and then hugs me. “From the twins,” she whispers in my ear.

  Despite the comfort I feel at knowing they and my sisters care, I struggle against the urge to jump down and run to Cap’s aid. I mentally will him to look at me just so I’ll know he’s okay. Did Colton knock something out of him with that first punch?

  My brother struts around a passive Cap while coaxing the crowd to clap and chant his name.

  Suddenly, Cap glances back and finds my gaze searching for his. I mouth the words, “kick his ass” but don’t know if he can read my lips. Whatever he thinks I said, Cap gives me a half smirk and a wink before turning back to my brother.

  He playfully slaps Colton upside the head as if to regain his attention. When my brother turns around and sizes up the bigger man, Cap knocks him off his fucking feet with one solid punch to the jaw.

  The crowd freaks out. Not upset as much as loving a good fight. I can’t count the nights I spent in here, watching club guys battle each other for bragging rights. I chanted just like the crowd and clapped when someone got a great shot in. Tonight, I can only stare at the fight and try to remember to breathe.

  CAP

  Colton Johansson is a big guy like his father. Anyone else would find his ripped build intimidating. He’s easily around six-four, but that still makes him short in my world. I know “smaller” men like Colton can pack a strong punch, and he gets a few solid hits to my ribs and jaw. I’m impressed to see he isn’t all bravado.

  That doesn’t mean I won’t kick his ass, though.

  First I let him look like a tough fucker for his crowd of supporters. Demolishing an opponent on his turf is a recipe for retaliation. Besides, he’s my girl’s big brother. Making him look like a punk will hurt her too. Audrey might talk shit about her family, but she loves them fiercely. Even the dancing fool in front of me.

  Once Colton gets in his licks and shows off his casual brutality, I check on Audrey to see if she’s still stressed about her father’s big-dog display. Yep, she stares at me with big fearful eyes. I’d love to ditch the fight and kiss away her worries, but I have an asshole to fuck up.

  I slap Colton on the side of the head in the way Audrey and Rando did to each other in the kitchen. He turns around and glowers like a stone-cold sociopath. I’m impressed by his ability to frown with such conviction.

  So I punch him with around forty percent of my strength and knock him on his pampered ass. The crowd roars with approval. They also immediately cheer for Colton to get up and kick my ass. These people enjoy a good brawl.

  When I peek back at Audrey to ensure she isn’t upset over her brother’s bruised ego, I find her pout gone. Now smiling, she claps when our gazes meet.

  I turn back to find Colton throwing a punch. Stepping to my right, I barely dodge his fist. He throws another one followed by another. Clearly realizing I no longer plan to stand still for him to beat on, Colton sends a barrage of punches toward my head and chest. He’s a machine.

  Too bad, I’m faster and smoother than him. I dodge to the right and then to the left. My balance never wavers. I am a mirage he can’t quite reach.

  I punch him square in the stomach, trying to avoid breaking his precious fucking head. When he stumbles, I throw a punch to the side of his face. Colton lands hard on the ground while I stand over him and smirk like the cockiest fucker alive.

  “Asshole,” he says, returning to his feet and rushing at me.

  Sliding to my right, I let him nearly pass me before I bring down my elbow on his shoulder. Colton has another violent meeting with the hardwood floor. I stretch my arms in the air, revealing my exposed gut for him to hit.

  On his feet, he takes the bait, and I merely step to my left and slam my forearm into his throat. His ass collides with the floor and remains there while he coughs and gasps for air.

  I glance back at Audrey and find her standing on the bar top. She slips her fingers in her mouth to whistle loud enough to be heard over the crowd. Man, what I would like to do with those luscious lips of hers.

  Returning my gaze to her brother, I find him nursing more than a bruised ego. He frowns up at me, and I throw an olive branch rather than a punch. My hand reaches out for him. I wait to see if he can play nice or do I need to pound on him more.

  Colton takes my hand, and I yank him to his feet.

  “Good fight, man,” I say, fighting the natural urge to brag after vanquishing my opponent.

  Dying to fight more but realizing he can’t win, Colton gives me a dissatisfied fucking frown. “Yeah. Just don’t mess with my sister and we won’t have to do this again for real.”

  “No promises,” I say and walk away before he throws out more threats his body can’t cash.

  Audrey still stands on the bar. Blind to the people around us, she only sees me as I locate my jacket and approach her. Even in the poorly lit bar, I spot more than pure relief in her eyes. Growing up in this world, she loves a bloody fight as much as the rest of the people in Whiskey Kirk’s. The difference is Audrey gets to make out with the winner afterward.

  I walk to where she smiles brilliantly at me. Turning around, I pat myself on the back. Sliding into her coat quickly, Audrey does her best monkey impression by climbing off the bar and onto me. She nuzzles my ear, and I feel a quick bite of her teeth on my flesh.

  Her flirting nibble sends heat through my already pumped body. I’m surprised my dick doesn’t tear free from my jeans and kill a bystander. A groan escapes my lips, and I start moving toward the door before she makes my erection worse and someone loses an eye.

  AUDREY

  I attack Cap as soon as he climbs into the truck. Craving his lips, I plant my ass on his lap and devour his lips. No way will he escape from me.

  Cap’s fingers grip my hair as he intensifies the kiss. The combination of his soft lips and rough beard lights my body on fire. Bordering on painful, the heat burns deep into my core. I’m desperate for relief. Taking his hand, I shove it between my legs. I’m a dog in heat, ready to hump the furniture. Rather than giving into my insane gyrating, Cap strokes me steadily, taking advantage of my soft camo pants to apply just the right pressure to my swollen clit. I wish I could feel him better, and nearly rip off my pants, but there’s no space to move in the truck.

  Tugging open my jacket, I sigh against his lip when his free hand squeezes my breast. His strong fingers find and tug at my hard nipple through my shirt and bra. I moan louder and roll my hips against his hand. I’m so close to finding relief, so painfully close. My hand grazes the hardness hidden inside his jeans, and my mind instantly flashes with the thought of him inside me. Such perfect raw images of his powerful body making me one with it.

  I cry out in his mouth, freed from the arousal I’ve felt lingering since the first time he kissed me in the sandwich shop. Cap is the sexiest fucker on the planet and deep inside I know I need him to own every inch of me.

  This is just the first, fantastic step on that carnal journey.

  CAP

  Audrey’s frenzied need shocks me. I expected some frisky fun, but the girl’s on fire. I barely touch her before she’s wildly rubbing her pussy against my hand. The heat soaks through her pants. I wish I could t
ear her out of her clothes and finger the hot flesh I know hides underneath.

  Kissing me as if she can’t breathe without me, Audrey opens her jacket, and I quickly discover her hard nipple. My fingers stroke it with the ferocity I tease the mound between her legs. My chest rapidly lifts and falls with her heavy breaths. I’d love to shove my face between her plump tits and lick her sweet nipples.

  “Cap,” she groans, coming against my hand.

  Her hips gyrate hard against mine, stroking my painfully hard cock until I jizz my pants. After days of never-ending erections, I’m relieved to finally find pleasure with the help of Audrey rather than my hand.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, sounding not even a little sorry. “I just got so excited watching you fight, and I wanted to be close.”

  “No fucking way can I take you home right now. I need you naked under me even if we only play. I want to kiss your tits. If you aren’t ready for my cock inside you, I still want to know what your pussy looks like,” I say, holding her face and forcing her gaze to see only me. “I need to taste your pussy.”

  “Yes,” she breathlessly says, crawling off my lap and into the passenger seat. “I want to touch you without these fucking clothes in the way.”

  Starting the car, I know my dick’s current calm won’t last. Not with Audrey in the next seat, caressing her pussy and looking at me as if I’m the one touching her. Concentrating for the ten-minute drive to the hotel proves to be one of the most challenging tasks of my entire life.

  11 - AUDREY

  The moment we enter Cap’s hotel room, I make a beeline for the bathroom. He, of course, grabs for me, but I wiggle free. Stepping in front of the door, he shakes his head. I instinctively push him, refusing to be told I can’t piss in peace. As usual, pushing him is like roughing up a fucking wall.

  “Move,” I growl.

  “No hiding in there like you did at the pool.”

  “Do you expect me to urinate on the floor? Are you ready to pay the hotel for staining their carpet with urine?”

  Throwing his head back laughing, Cap steps aside so I can do my urinating in peace.