Bruiser's Caress (Warpath MC Book 2)

by Raven Scott

  “I take it you’re gonna be the bad guy for me?” He smirked sexily at my probe, and my abdomen tightened as the atmosphere grew ten times thicker. “I’d like that.”

  “I bet you will. By the way, you look beautiful in that dress, baby.” His eyes narrowed, scanning what he could see of me, and my nipples hardened against my dress. “I can’t wait to take it off you, though.”

  “I thought you’d like it.” Mumbling my confession, my cheeks burned as I glanced down. My dress was simple, black, knee-length, and I could clearly see my nipples against the soft cotton. His deep hum reverberated through my bones and down my sternum, and I caught his gaze accidentally before looking away. My cheeks threatened to melt off my face, and he chuckled lightly, knowingly.

  “You’re working doubles at the restaurant this weekend, right? Are you part time there to dedicate the rest of your time to your art? I assume your goal is to eventually quit and rely on your art full time, right?” Nodding mutely, I took my wine glass to take a deep gulp and calm myself as Bruiser redirected the conversation. “So, I know this big project, but what about the usual ones you get?”

  “Um, yeah. I usually get portrait requests. They’re what I’m best at. I also do pets, which makes me a bulk of my income from my art. People love their pets more than themselves. It’s really sweet. For a twenty-two by thirty-three portrait, it’s about two-hundred bucks, depending on what style a client wants.” I could talk about my art all day, and I bit my cheek to stop myself before Bruiser rose his brows encouragingly. “S-sorry for rambling, I—”

  “No. Keep talking. I wanna know about it.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nicole

  Hoisting me off the floor with a powerful arm under my butt, Bruiser’s searing kiss blew away my thoughts as he fumbled his way into his apartment. Need replacing the blood in my veins as it pounded in my ears, and I slung my arms around his neck to thread my fingers through his lush hair. Hard muscles flexed against me, and I tightened my legs against his sides as he cupped the back of my head to deepen the kiss.

  Opening my mouth for him, I moaned when Bruiser’s tongue tangled around mine. His taste sent my buds into a frenzy, and I ground against him shamelessly as he stumbled for a flat surface. My pussy throbbed with need as our tongues danced, the passion shallowing his breaths like fire streaming down my neck.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, tearing his mouth from mine, he slathered wet kisses down my neck as he leaned against the wall heavily. The impact jostled my bones, and I buried my face in his shoulder to take hot, heavy breaths of his scent. A powerful hand groped my ass under my skirt, and I clenched my core in unfiltered desire. Bruiser’s faltering steps led him to his room, and I yelped when he tossed me onto his bed like I was a towel. Yanking off his cut and shirt, he grabbed my ankles. His muscles bulged and rippled mesmerizingly.

  Grabbing at my dress, he tugged insistently, and I fumbled with the zipper up the side before he managed to pull it off. The cold air in his room shocked me, and my nipples tightened until he replaced the air with his hot mouth. Moaning excitedly, I tilted my hips as he crawled atop me. Sucking and tugging my nipples with his teeth, he groped my breasts, squeezing them together as his nails scraped my sensitive skin.

  “Nicole—” I arched into his mouth, and Bruiser’s growl lodged ice in my chest as he tweaked my nipples hard. Biting and sucking down my abdomen, he slopped kisses on my skin, and I buried my fingers in his hair to urge him south. His hot palms left my breasts to pull off my panties, and I gasped as cold air swept between my pussy lips. He groaned, spreading my thighs to stare at my glistening pussy and lick his lips hungrily. “I can’t get this garlic taste out of my mouth. Get up. Sit that juicy pussy on my face, baby.”

  He smacked my thigh, and I jumped with a yelp as the shock rippled down my leg and up my butt cheek. Grabbing my knee, Bruiser rolled onto his back to pull me up, and I moaned as the world spun. Squeezing my ass cheeks, he spread my pussy with his thumbs to groan softly in appreciation. Hot breaths tickled my folds, and I managed to unfasten his jeans with shaky fingers. His cock sprung free, already hard, and hunger gnawed at my gut as I licked the bead of precum off the bulbous tip.

  Beneath me, Bruiser tensed and sucked in a sharp breath, and my pussy quaked as I rocked back. He jerked my hips with a growl, his lips caressing my pussy lips before he licked my slit with all of his tongue. I arched, pleasure bristling up my spine, and buried my forehead in his hard abs as I squeezed the base of his cock reflexively.

  “God . . . this pussy . . .” Gasping as Bruiser spread my folds with his fingers, I squeezed my eyes shut in expectation as a fire lit in my belly. He thrust into my palm, and a shudder lodged between my shoulder blades. Lifting my head to pump his hard cock, I could barely touch my fingertips. Granted, my hands are small, but still. I dribbled spit down his shaft to ease the friction, and Bruiser’s satisfied grumble tightened my abdomen.

  “Your cock is just big enough . . .” Wait, that’s not right. Bruiser froze underneath me at my pitiful attempt at sexy talk, and I blinked dumbly. He blubbered a laugh against my pussy lips, wrapping his arm around my ass to jerk me down onto his mouth, and I whimpered pathetically. His tongue flicked my clit, and he chuffed his stifled laughter between my thighs. Palming his shaft, I shook my head furiously before sucking the tip. Choking on his mirth, he groaned against my pussy as I took him, inch by glorious inch, down my throat.

  The manly, heady taste of him sent my buds into a frenzy, and spit dribbled from the edges of my mouth as I gagged on his head. Bruiser sucked and nibbled my clit, and tiny tears pricked my eyes as I took him deep. Reaching to tangle a hand in my hair, he pulled lightly, and I panted furiously. Need making my eyes water as I pumped his cock, and my pussy quivered as he pleasured me. Rocking back against his mouth, I shivered as hungry little sounds floated between us.

  I had to have him inside me, and I clamored down despite Bruiser’s groan of protest. Perching on my knees, I poised his cock at my entrance and reached back with my free hand to brace myself on his chest. Powerful hands gripped my hips, his nails digging into my flesh, and I shuddered as the head of his cock breached my pussy. My pants morphed into euphoric wheezes, and I ground my teeth against the pressure that built behind my eyes.

  “Fu-u-ck!” His growl rolled up my back, and Bruiser gasped as he thrust up. His girth stretched my walls, and I blustered a huge sigh when he seated himself in me. Bracing my hands between his knees, I wiggled my hips experimentally, and pleasure rocketed through me. “Bounce that perfect ass on my cock, baby.”

  “I’m g-gonna come . . .” Groaning at my sputter, Bruiser gripped my hips harder and took control, and I saw stars when he pulled back sharply. I fell to my elbows, gripping the sheet tightly as big, powerful hands grasped my ass to spread my cheeks. He forced me forward, his glorious cock grating my inner walls, and my eyes rolled as I buried my groan in my bed.

  I shivered when Bruiser pulled out of me and sunk into the mattress with a relieved sigh. Shuffling around, he tugged my ass up to swipe his cock between my ass cheeks, and I bit the sheet as sweat beaded down my neck. Whimpering pathetically, need coiled in my belly, and he poised at my entrance to gingerly fill my throbbing channel. Arching sharply, I sputtered a wheeze as I clamped down on his girth.

  “Yeah-h-h! Let me see them cheeks flex.” Reaching underneath me, Bruiser fingered my clit, and I quaked as the pressure in my head became unbearable. Thrusting his hips, his head bumped my sweet spot, and I popped my back as stars swam in the gloom behind my eyelids. Pinching and twisting my clit, he urged me closer and closer, but I tried my hardest to stave off the pleasure. Clamping down on his cock, goosebumps swept up my back when he sucked in a sharp breath. Blood drummed in my ears, and his chest hair stuck to my skin when he leaned over me to whisper against my shoulder. “Try to keep it down.”

  Gripping my hip firmly, Bruiser left my clit swollen and needy, and I shivered when he kissed my shoulder blade. He pulled back,
the thick veins and ridge of his cock caressing my pussy as little, excited whimpers escaped me. Wiggling my ass, I spread my knees eagerly, and my need for him dribbled down my thigh when he thrust experimentally.

  I held my breath in rampant anticipation, and Bruiser didn’t disappoint as he jammed his cock into my pussy with a vicious thrust. His grunt rolled up my back, his hips jarring mine as the clap of his skin on me stuck the air like lightning. Burying my shriek of pleasure in the bed, I roiled under dense waves of euphoria as he set a hard pace. His thighs jostled my body with each powerful thrust, and he growled lowly to add to the music of us.

  Short nails grazed my butt cheeks as Bruiser watched himself disappear into my pussy, and I blubbered short, shallow pants with each thrust. Sweat rolled down my spine, following the electricity of his touch, and I clamped on his cock. Powerful undulations rippled through my abdomen, and he grumbled something below the loud drumming in my ears. Thrusting a jarring, savoring pace, he kept steady as I struggled to stave off my orgasm.

  “I c-can’t . . .” Whimpering, I cracked open one eye to glance up blearily at Bruiser, his face tinged red and eyes swimming with desire. “I— I h—”

  “Be a good girl and drench my bed in that sweet, sweet pussy juice, Nicole.” He practically purred the demand, leaning down to slop wet kisses on my cheek and jaw. Forcing me onto my belly, his cock messed my insides, and I choked on my breath as he thrust his hips hard. My eyes boggled in their sockets as he reached deep, so, so deep, to grind his hips against my ass cheeks. I couldn’t hold it off anymore, and I shuddered as I tightened around his cock. “That’s it . . . just like that . . .”

  “B-Bruiser . . . ah!” Conforming to my back, Bruiser braced his forearm by my head to push down on my lower back, and I lost my tenuous hold on myself. My body grew too small to contain my pleasure, and I grabbed his hand just to hold onto something as the coil in my abdomen snapped. Icy prickles raced down my sternum and spine, and he rocked back and forth to rub my pussy walls and intensify my rapture.

  My juices squirted to coat his thighs and mine, and I shrunk even smaller as colorful spots assaulted my vision. Pleasure set my body on fire, and Bruiser reached underneath me to thumb my clit, whispering encouragement as his cock throbbed against my walls. I clamped down on his shaft, my pleasure gushing out of me and so thick it clung to my skin.

  Gasping when Bruiser pulled out, I twitched and spasmed as he thrust between my ass cheeks furiously. His cum roped along my back, and I blinked furiously as an ache shot up my jaw from how hard I clenched my teeth. High above the clouds hovering in my skull, he grumbled and muttered his pleasure as he pumped his cock, the hairs on his knuckles rubbing my ass cheeks raw. Hot beads of cum clung to my skin, and he collapsed next to me to sling his arm and leg over me, but that was the only thing that was the same as last time.

  “Why were you trying so hard not to come?” Mumbling thickly, Bruiser rubbed my thigh with his calf lazily, and I cracked my eyes open. Taking a deep, leisurely breath, I hummed softly when my fogged mind couldn’t find any answers. “Nicole . . .”

  “I can’t handle you.” Murmuring softly, I gathered my lingering strength to wiggle to Bruiser’s chest, and he slid his arm up under my cheek. His eyes sparkled when they met mine, and I blinked back the water to smile. “I didn’t want it to be over so fast.”

  “Fuck me on a regular basis, and it’ll get easier.” Deft fingers tugged and played with my hair, and I sighed in pure bliss, surrounded by warmth and security. “When you wanna meet up again?”

  “Hm-m . . . I dunno. I . . .” Trailing off, I shivered when Bruiser started massaging my scalp with his fingertips, and he smirked tenderly. “I’m . . . how’s Tuesday? I’ll be here t-to deliver . . . a painting . . . ugh . . . yeah . . .”

  Chuckling at my groan, Bruiser continued rubbing my scalp as silence descended on us. My eyelids drooped, and I struggled to keep them open in the wake of this beautiful feeling.

  “Tuesday, I can’t. It’s Spyder’s mom’s birthday. I gotta get her present while I’m in Vegas. She’s a huge geek, so it’ll probably be a superhero figurine or a gift card for her to use at Comic-Con or something.” Most of Bruiser’s explanation went in one ear and out the other, but I heard the keywords. Humming softly in acknowledgment, I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. “When’s your next day off at the restaurant? Even if you’re working on your painting, I’ll come by and spend some time with you.”

  Oh, I like this a lot. Black spots closed in on my mind, and I loved this feeling. Satisfaction. Safety. Knowing that Bruiser wasn’t going to rush me. That, despite not having said so, he’d give me everything I wanted and more.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bruiser

  Staring down at my phone screen, I rubbed the back of my head roughly with my free hand and sighed. For a woman that really didn’t put herself out there, Nicole put herself out there. Scanning her last few texts to me, I pursed my lisp thinly as a flurry of emotions whirled in my chest.

  “She’s too nice for her own damn good. No wonder that dick thought he could force her to accept his proposal.” Nicole was going to draw Spyder’s mom as a superhero; that in itself wasn’t a terrible thing, but she invited herself to the party and only had a few days to get it done. She deliberately put herself between a rock and a hard place to make someone she didn’t even know happy because of me. “That woman . . .”

  “Bruiser!” Glancing up, I slipped my phone in my pocket as Davey and Rook shuffled across the lobby from the elevator. This hotel wasn’t the fanciest, but we weren’t here for the complimentary breakfast or pool. “All set?”

  “Yeah. You look better, Rook.” He scowled nasty at me, and I rolled my eyes as I gestured them to follow me out of the hotel. “Hopefully, tonight will fix some of that attitude.”

  “You still didn’t tell me where we’re goin’. I’m not gonna sit in front of a slot machine for—” I held my hand up, and Rook’s face reddened and twisted in irritation before he tore his eyes off me. Wandering down the sidewalk, I let the silence stretch and the tension build. I could feel him radiating frustration, but I could only imagine what Rook was thinking.

  “You’ll figure it out when we get there. I gotta make some bets, myself, but that’s only gonna take ten minutes or so. Depends on the line.” The building next to the small hotel was nondescript and bland, with its only indication being a sign for a bar. Shouldering my way inside, I waved at Mack as he tended the bar, and he waved back. The place was cheap, already half-full despite it barely being noon. I grabbed Rook’s arm to haul his ass through toward the back.

  The rumblings under my feet bulked up the noise of the bar, and I took my cousin down a slender flight of stairs as Davey brought up the rear. The stench of cheap beer was gradually replaced with something more metallic, and I stopped on the landing to cast a stern gaze on Rook.

  “Whatever you do, don’t start mouthin’ the fuck off, Rook. You understand? If you talk shit in here ‘cause some guy looked at you wrong or mumbled somethin’ at you, you’re gonna get that pretty face smashed in.” For once, he didn’t glare at me, and I waited until he jerked his head in a nod. Pushing open the door, my gaze swung straight for the bookie table, and relief slumped my shoulders. Releasing Rook’s bicep, I pointed at the door on the other side of the small room. “Go in there with Davey. I’ll be right in.”

  “What’re we doin’ here?” I ignored the question to head over to the table, and Mick shot me a sleazy grin. He and Mack had a good setup going on, and I eyeballed him as I pulled my wallet out of my pocket.

  “You ever shake that P.I.?” Mick and Mack were twins identical twins, and his smirk widened at my probing. Pulling out a stack of fifties, I rocked back on my heels to stare at the big chalkboard behind him. “Lemme get a hundred on three, five, seven, and nine.”

  “Goin’ for broke, huh?” He snickered lightly, snatching the cash I held out, and Mick carefully, deliberately counted each bill with practic
ed hands. “Not gonna bet on your own boy?”

  “Nah. He’ll run himself into the ground in four rounds or less. You got anything good for me?” Since being sent to Utah permanently, I’d been coming here. Mick shrugged carelessly with a slight shake of his head. Frowning, I reached to rub my jaw thoughtfully as Mick stood up to put my name on the board. “Not even for a fair trade?”

  “What’cha got?” Pulling a little baggie out of my pocket, I tossed it on his desk, and the rock rolled with a light clatter. Mick’s eyes lit up, and I pulled a second baggie out of my pocket to hold it up between two fingers.

  “I’ll throw in an extra if you fix me up nice.” Okay, I admit that maybe paying with cocaine to fix a few fights was a bad thing, but Mick wasn’t about to let his own fix get away. He nodded, holding out his hand for a shake. He took the bag and pocketed them both before gesturing to the door I’d sent rook and Davey through.

  “Go on. I’ll make it happen.” Grunting in acknowledgment, I headed to the door and gripped the knob before a thought occurred to me. I hope Nicole doesn’t find out. Scowling slightly, I shook my head viciously. There was absolutely no reason for Nicole to ever know. She knew I bet to make money, and an explanation didn’t need to go deeper than that.

  “Hey.” Davey waved his hand as his shout barely rose above the rest; this place was like one of those side-show wrestling matches that went town to town and never had a packed house. Mick and Mack were trust-worthy enough that most people made their bets and left, coming back later to collect their winnings. Rook was already getting the shit kicked out of him in the ring, and I almost winced when he went flying back into the bars of the cage.