by London Casey
Brody turned and walked away. As he walked down the hallway, his hands curled up into tight fists. He remembered he told Heather to take a shower. To clean up. To try and relax. There was no relaxing in this life. There was simply relief. And if she was in the shower, Brody knew nothing would stop him from joining her.
nine.
The two guys were quick to leave Heather alone. She tried to thank them for their part in saving her from Lyle, but they wouldn’t even look her in the eyes. She wasn’t exactly sure how any of this worked in the motorcycle club, but it was obvious Brody was in control of the two guys.
That’s sexy.
The fact that the guys actually respected Brody turned her on.
When the door shut, tears flooded Heather’s eyes. She lowered her head, burying her face into her hands and started to cry. After a few seconds she expected someone to grab her arms and tear her away from her emotions. Someone to shake her, yell at her, call her weak and pathetic. That’s what the normal routine had been for such a long time.
But that didn’t happen.
Heather was alone with her emotions and was able to cry until she felt no more tears. And then she stopped crying and, in a way, she stopped giving a shit. For a long time now she had been waiting for someone to give her an opening. To save her from Lyle, maybe even save her from herself. She felt free, but she knew she wasn’t that at all.
Brody wanted more from her. He didn’t bring her here because he was a nice guy and looking to keep good tabs with the man above or anything like that. He did so for strategy. Lyle was a bad guy and Heather had been with Lyle. All that was pretty damn obvious. The only question was how much would Heather share with Brody?
The thought made her shiver. She felt achy and dirty.
Heather went to her bags and collected fresh clothing. She then went to the bathroom and sought out the shower. When she turned the water on, it was soothing to have other sounds in the room other than her pounding thoughts. Right and wrong. Good and bad. The debate whether she had been just as crappy as Lyle. She had been helping him move drugs for how long now?
Too fucking long, Heather.
Heather started to strip herself out of her nursing scrubs. She made a neat pile on the floor and reached up and unsnapped her bra. Sighing, Heather felt relief. It was nice to feel comfortable right now. She tossed her bra and, of course, it hooked on her finger and went right into the shower. The few seconds of rushing water on it made it soaked.
“Fuck,” Heather said.
She put her bra in the sink looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“What’s happening to me?” Heather whispered.
Heather grabbed a towel and held it to her chest. She opened the door, needing to get a new bra now. She made it one step out of the bathroom and then froze when she realized she wasn’t the only one in the room.
“Whoa,” Brody said as he crouched before Heather’s bag. “Thought you were in the shower.”
“Thought you were having some kind of meeting,” Heather said. Her body was already quivering, her mind tempting her to drop the towel.
“Meeting’s over for now,” Brody said. He slowly stood back up. “We need to talk.”
“Start with why you’re trying to go through my bags.”
“I need information. Sorry. Time isn’t a friend right now, sweetheart. I think you get that, right?”
“Yeah, I get it,” Heather said. “I was just going to take a shower, like you said I should do.”
“Then go to it,” Brody said.
“Are you going to keep going through my stuff?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“The front part has all my thongs. If you want to sniff them.” Heather turned, her face burning red.
Did you really just say that to a sexy biker?
She realized then she was holding the towel to the front of her body. That meant the back of her body - her ass - was completely exposed to Brody. She took one step and then peeked over her shoulder.
Brody’s eyes were wide and moving up and down Heather’s body.
It had been such a long time since someone looked at her like that. Someone to see her naked. Someone to take a moment and admire her.
“You going to get in that shower?” Brody asked.
“I’m not sure right now,” Heather replied. “I’m kind of frozen.”
“Christ,” Brody said. “It’s been a long time. You’ve been in hell, sweetheart.” Brody started to approach Heather and she didn’t move. She could have moved, but she didn’t want to. “I can’t promise anything more here. This is hell. Everything is hell, sweetheart. But I can protect you in this hell. I can keep you comfortable. Warm.” Brody was close enough to touch Heather. He reached out with one his big hands and his fingertips grazed her shoulder. “I can keep you… satisfied.”
“Then do it,” Heather said without thinking.
Brody’s other hand touched her other shoulder. He inched closer now. Heather reached back and pulled her hair up, exposing her neck. That was her weak spot. Where her hairline met her neck. It was true weakness. True death.
It was right where Brody went.
His breath led his lips and the flicker of his tongue.
Heather lost her balance and started to go down. Brody was fast though, promising on his call of protection. His hands moved from her shoulders to her hips. His bare hands to her bare hips. He squeezed tight, holding hard, keeping Heather from hitting the ground.
His kisses started to trail down her spine. Then the tip of his nose came right back up.
“I’m warning you, I won’t stop,” Brody whispered, his breath flooding her back. “I won’t be able to stop. This is your only chance and warning. Walk the fuck away and lock the bathroom door.”
Heather gasped a shuddering breath. “If I do that… what will you do…”
“Honestly?” Brody asked. His right hand started to move around Heather’s body. His fingertips were flirting with smooth skin that gave way to Heather’s wet silk. His other hand held tight to her waist. “I’ll fucking jerk myself until I explode.”
“Because of me?”
“Because of you, sweetheart. I didn’t just save you today because I’m a nice guy. I’m far from a nice guy. But I’m rock fucking hard because of you. You have a lot of what I want and need. So make a fucking decision.”
Brody’s fingertips curled and pulled back at Heather’s silk. One of his fingers touched her moist clit and Heather gasped and jumped.
This was it. Do or die. Choose a path. Make a decision.
Heather’s body was shaking, fear and excitement running wild everywhere.
With one hand she reached down between her legs. She felt the wetness Brody had caused. She felt his thick finger touching, gently rubbing. Her hand gripped his finger and pulled, putting it right to her pussy. She pressed and guided Brody’s finger into her. He sank it deep and hard, grunting as he did so.
That’s when Heather opened her hand and let the towel fall to the ground. She put her head back to Brody’s hard chest and looked at him. Before looking at her, Brody made sure to look down at her body. His hand rushed from her hip up to one of her breasts, cupping her, his hand spreading across her breast, overtaking her with ease.
“Fuck,” Brody growled. “I’m taking you right here, right like this.”
“Do it,” Heather whispered. “Just do it, Brody.”
Brody’s hand came up to Heather’s neck. She winced and fear went through her again. The paralyzing kind of fear.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” Brody ordered.
Heather obeyed.
“I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to you. But I will never hurt you like he did. I will never fucking raise my hand to you like that. I will touch you, grab you, show you pleasure and pain together, but I will never…”
Heather moved up and kissed him. His mouth tasted delicious. Like fire pouring down her throat, aiming straight between her legs. Heather couldn’t be
lieve herself when she started to rock her hips at him, working with his finger digging inside her, pulling out more desire by the second.
Brody was away from her a second later. His hands to her hips, turning Heather so she faced the doorjamb. He stepped back and slid his hands up Heather’s back, bending her over a little. She grabbed the doorjamb and dug her nails into it. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Brody tore the leather cut off his body. A second later went the t-shirt. The sight of his massive chest, shoulders, all covered in tattoos was damn near enough to send Heather over the edge. Her knees bent, her toes dug into the carpet on the floor.
Her body shivered as the steam from the bathroom rushed out and along her body. The shower water was still running, burning hot. But nothing was quite as hot as the steam between her and Brody.
When he reached for his pants, Heather let out a whimper.
It’s almost time… he’s going to fuck me…
But instead of tearing his jeans off and slamming his thick cock into her, Brody did something else. With a sly grin that left Heather dripping, Brody approached her. His hands grazed her ass and then he crouched down.
Heather cried out and couldn’t wait to feel what came next.
Brody’s rough fingers pressed hard against her ass, spreading her wide open. His thumbs were gently touching her forbidden hole, leaving her biting her lip, wondering just how forbidden it actually was. She then felt the warm caress of his breath to her sex, following the flicker of his tongue.
Just that one stroke against her folds and clit left Heather crying out. Her hands gripped the doorjamb tight, nails peeling at paint. She could already feel the wave of pleasure starting to crest. Just as Brody warned her, she could have done the same… once he starts, I won’t be able to stop… I’m going to come all over his mouth…
Thinking the thought alone was enough for Heather. She bit her lip harder and tried to hold back.
Brody licked her again. His tongue was strong and thorough, not wasting a spot to sample. He then flicked at her again, and again, moving faster. His fingers dug into her ass and pulled, wanting more of her. His thumbs were pressing hard, penetrating elsewhere. The entire scene was too much for Heather’s desperate body to handle.
When Brody licked faster, Heather started to shake. But when Brody started to suck at her, taking her folds and cleaning them of her wetness, taking her clit and using the tip of his tongue like a finely cut razor, that was it.
Heather let out a cry and lost control of herself. She started to come while Brody was tasting her. She felt his tongue dart into her center, battling against her pulsing walls. She tried to breath but couldn’t. She tried to scream, but it was dry air and no sound. She tried to look, but she couldn’t see a thing. The entire room spun as the pleasure ran through her body.
Brody’s hands moved from her ass up to the small of her back. His wild tongue and sexy mouth left her pussy and he left a trail of wet kisses up her left ass cheek to her back.
Then he was gone.
All gone.
The room started to calm a little and Heather looked back. Her hair was all over the place, blocking most of her view. But what she saw was enough to make her have no choice but to get ready again.
Brody had his jeans down to his knees, a thick cock in his hand as he sheathed himself with a condom. The fucking condom looked stretched to the max, ready to tear as he forced it down on himself.
He then approached Heather and gave no warning. One hand gripped her ass again and the other led himself to her warm center. He thrust hard and fast, sinking himself deep into Heather. As she cried out, she was suddenly thankful for what Brody had done beforehand. Making her come and making sure she was so wet, it took away what would have been a world of hurt to fill her up.
He pulled back and thrust forward, working himself into her. After only a few deep thrusts, Brody leaned forward. His hands explored Heather’s body, seeking out her dangling breasts. When he cupped them, he let out a groan and pulled.
“Stand up, sweetheart,” Brody said.
Heather gasped and did as told. As she started to stand, she felt more full than ever. She thought for a second Brody would fall from her, but there was no chance of that. He was too fucking deep for that.
Once standing, Brody slid one hand to her stomach. The other moved up toward her neck again.
“I’ll never fucking do that to you,” he growled in her ear. “Do you understand that?”
He started to gently thrust at her. Heather heard his words, but the pleasure was trying overtake all functions of her body.
“Yes,” Heather managed to whisper.
“You’re too fucking beautiful for that shit. You’re stronger than that…”
Brody thrust harder. Heather’s right hand lost its grip on the doorjamb. She reached back and found Brody’s ass. She felt his muscles flexing with each hard thrust.
“Tell me you’re stronger than that,” Brody said. “That you don’t fall for that bullshit. No more, sweetheart. No more after today. It’s over…”
The pleasure was then matched with an intense emotion. It was like strength mixing with old fear and pain. It was something Heather never felt before. She forced herself to look up at Brody. His eyes were menacing, the cut of his jaw like steel. There was a small scar under his chin. Everything about the way he acted and looked was evil, someone that maybe shouldn’t be trusted.
But Heather trusted him. She trusted his words and actions.
She stared at him, feeling his amazing cock pressing deep into her body. Feeling her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Feeling the hardness of his body thumping against her. And looking at the intensity of his eyes.
It was all so much to grasp.
Heather felt her eyes fill with tears. She couldn’t hold back. The tears filled and rushed from her eyes down her cheeks.
“That’s right,” Brody said. “Let it out. It’s okay now, sweetheart.”
He kissed Heather like she had never been kissed before. It was so real, so honest, so perfect. They kissed for what felt like hours but was only a few seconds. Brody then put his hands to her sides and pushed Heather forward and down. He wanted her to bend over again and she listened.
As Brody fucked her hard and fast, Heather felt herself coming again. The intense orgasm pulling tight to Brody’s cock. He grunted as he forced himself through it. Heather’s body bounced and danced. She felt a few tears drip from her face to the carpet. She stared at them and then smiled.
It was okay to let go. It was okay to feel good.
She thrust back at Brody, matching his powerful movements. And with that, in a matter of a few seconds, his fingers dug hard into her ass again. He then came forward with a vicious thrust and held tight as he reached his own climax.
Heather felt his cock throbbing as he held tight inside her. He rocked Heather’s ass up and back gently, letting her warm and aching insides milk everything out of him.
Brody then pulled back and out. His hands helped Heather stand and he smacked her on the ass. The slap echoed and Heather cried out.
“Get in the shower,” Brody said with a laugh. “I’ll be right in.”
Heather looked back at him and nodded.
Holyfuckinghell…
Heather remembered watching some dumb girly movie when she was a teenager where the two people met, fucked, and then fell in love. They had an intense relationship, but it was meant to be forever. That had always been Heather’s wildest fantasy. To have someone fuck her into falling in love with them… and maybe… maybe that just happened.
ten.
Brody stood with his pants down at his ankles and had his hands balled into fists again. He looked to the bathroom and saw nothing but steam. Heather had gotten into the shower, the water rushing all over her beautiful naked body like wild rain.
“Fuck,” Brody growled.
He looked down at himself. He shook his head. He knew the troubles of getting attached or getting in too dee
p with things. But fuck, he was a man. Coming into the room, his plan was to rip through Heather’s personal shit and hope to find something that would distance herself from the asshole dealing drugs in Frelen. The last thing he expected was for Heather to come walking out of the bathroom holding a towel to her body. Just a fucking towel. And only covering the front of her fucking body.
Brody took a breath and kicked off his boots. He stepped from his jeans and went to the bathroom. He took care of the evidence from he and Heather fucking, then set his eyes to the shower. Most of his relationships were based on hours rather than years. So right now, whatever was happening with Heather didn’t mean shit just as long as they wanted to be near each other. Because in a matter of hours, or at the most, days, Heather would be on her way. Back to the hospital to be a cute looking nurse rushing around. Hopefully that asshole Lyle would be dead and Heather would have nothing to worry about.
As Brody tore open the shower door, he said, “You have company. Make room for me.”
Heather smiled - why the fuck does she have to have dimples that somehow make her eyes bluer? - and nodded. “Plenty of room in here.”
Brody laughed. “Not sure about that, sweetheart. You were pretty fucking full a few minutes ago.”
Heather’s jaw dropped and face turned red.
Brody stepped into the shower and grabbed for Heather.
Time is not my fucking friend.
He turned her around. Her hair was long, wet, the tips slightly curled, resting right at the top of her breasts. He stared her up and down, her beautiful wet body. Her tits were nice, small for his hands, but plenty to play with. Her nipples were tiny and perky, sticking out at him like small fingers pointing.
Slowly, Brody ran his hands down Heather’s chest. He cupped both breasts and she pressed her chest hard at him. As he looked into her eyes, he realized he mixed protection with sex. Or that sex meant protection.
Brody kept his hands moving, down her stomach and around to her ass. His mind and heart were in a raging war now. He sometimes hated the fucking bullshit that came with the club and the life.