Brewer (Dead Souls MC Book 3)

by Savannah Rylan

  “Nope. No payment necessary.”

  “Brewer-”

  “No,” he said.

  It was the commanding tone his voice took that sent electricity shooting through my stomach. His eyes were hard on mine and his stance was strong. I felt my knees growing weak underneath his gaze. I nodded and held my arm out so I could walk him to the door and he took one last look as Ana.

  Like he was reminiscing on their evening together.

  I escorted him out onto the porch and closed the door behind me. He wasn’t making a move to go back to his house, so I figured he wanted to talk. I stared out at my car and studied it, waiting for him to say something.

  Anything to keep him around longer.

  “I fixed it up for you, by the way.”

  “Hmm?” I asked.

  “Your car. That’s why it’s not gone,” Brewer said.

  “Wait, you what?”

  “Yeah. The tow truck was struggling to haul it away so I told him to leave it. I took a look at it and there wasn’t much that needed to be fixed. A cracked water reservoir. An oil change. A stuck alternator. I temporarily hot wired your car to make sure the engine wouldn’t smoke up again if it got started, so all you have to do is try cranking it with your key.”

  I looked up at him as my jaw slowly unhinged.

  “That’s the only way we can check to make sure the alternator’s not bad. If it is, I got one I can replace it with.”

  “I’m paying you,” I said.

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Yes, I am. You bought car parts, Brewer. You changed the damn oil. You gave me a working car again. I’m paying you.”

  “No,” he said.

  “That voice isn’t working a second time.”

  “I’m still not accepting the money.”

  “Then maybe you’ll accept this.”

  Before I could think about what I was doing, I slammed myself into his body. Barreled him into the railing of my porch as my lips crashed to his. Electricity shot through my body, all the way down to my toes. His hands grasped my hips tightly and pulled me closer to him as my lips parted and his tongue slowly entered my mouth. I tilted my head off to the side, opening myself up to him as I leaned the weight of my world into his chiseled muscles.

  His hands drifted up my shirt and immediately went for my bra. He unhooked it with one hand as the other massaged the dip in my lower back. He arched back into me, his body standing tall as his hands moved around. He was cupping my breast. Massaging my engorged nipple until I was whimpering against his lips. He turned his body around and sat down into a chair on my porch, tugging me into his lap.

  I could feel his thickening girth pressing against my thigh as our tongues battled for dominance.

  My hands raked through his hair as his hand shoved itself down my pants. Cupping my ass and pulling me into him as a groan emanated from his throat. My lips were swelling against his. I could feel my pussy heating as he ground up into my hips.

  But then I heard Ana calling out my name.

  Calling out Brewer’s name.

  Calling out for anyone in the house.

  I scrambled off Brewer and tried to fix myself up as best as I could. I fastened my bra back and readjusted up my pants as he stood up from the chair. He reached down into his pants and re-situated his cock, not bothering to conceal the thick length he had in the palm of his hand.

  I caught a glimpse of it and had to bite back a moan.

  “Um… thank you,” I said. “For everything.”

  “Not a problem. I’m here to help,” Brewer said.

  “I gotta get back to Ana. It’s past her bedtime.”

  “I figured as much.”

  My eyes fluttered up to his and I could see the blush in his cheeks. I could feel his body heat radiating out towards me. Begging me to fall back into his arms and crash him into the chair.

  But I couldn’t.

  Ana was asking for me and I couldn’t ignore that.

  “Well, goodnight,” I said.

  “Goodnight Makenna.”

  “And thanks again. For everything. Like my car. And the… um…”

  “Babysitting,” he said.

  “That, too. Yes.”

  I felt my neck flushing with embarrassment as he grinned at me.

  “Mommy?”

  “I’m coming, Ana,” I said.

  “Tell her I said goodnight,” Brewer said.

  He walked over and pressed his lips to my cheek and I sighed as I leaned into the connection.

  “I will,” I said breathlessly.

  “Good.”

  Then I walked into the house and scooped my daughter in my arms, desperate to put some space between him and I.

  Because if I didn’t, I wasn’t going to be able to control my actions.

  Chapter 11

  Brewer

  I walked through the front door of my house and immediately unzipped my pants. Fuck. My cock was throbbing with need. The front of my boxers were tight and sweat was dripping down the back of my damn neck.

  What the hell had this woman done to me?

  I walked upstairs and left a trail of clothes in my wake. I needed a damn shower. I turned on the cold water and stepped into it, shivering as my cock receded. I tried to get Makenna out of my mind. I tried to erase the memory of her lips. I washed my hair and soaped up my body, hoping the cold water would relieve me of her memory.

  But it didn’t.

  She was etched onto it for good.

  As the cold water poured over my muscles, I thought about her body. How warm it had felt in my palms and how luscious it felt pressed against my body. Her eagerness called to me. It had been a long time since a woman had thrown herself at me like that. And judging by the whirlwind her daughter was, I could safely assume it had been a very long time since she had been properly treated by a man. And women who went that long without sex were so easy to get off. Over and over again. With tongues and cocks and positions and folding them in half.

  I shivered at the thought of her face scrunched up in pleasure.

  I wanted her. More than anything. I would’ve fucked her right there on that damn porch if she’d let me. Pulled out my cock, let her sit on it, and slowly rolled her hips until I watched her gasp with ecstasy. I could get into that kind of shit. I was a private guy when it came to sex, but if that kind of thing got her off, who was I to stop her?

  But despite how much I wanted her, I couldn’t get involved with her. Not with the shit the club was facing. It would put her in danger, and worse… it would put her daughter in danger. Things were getting rough with the RICO case and we still had a fucking rat in our midst.

  The last thing I needed was either of them getting hurt because of the type of life I chose to lead.

  But still, the way she straddled me. The way her hips fit squarely around mine. It was like she was born for me. Bred for me. Made for me. My hands fit perfectly into the dip of her waist and our lips meshed together like a train and its tracks. I leaned against the shower wall and wrapped my hand around my cock.

  If I couldn’t get her out of my mind, then I was going to put the memory of her to good use.

  It didn’t matter how cold the water was, the moment it hit my skin it began to sizzle. I was thrusting into my hand. Stroking my own cock as her breathing pulsed against my neck. Fuck. I needed her. I needed to be inside of her. Precome leaked from the tip of my dick as my back pressed further into the wall. Her pouty lips. Her steep curves. Her strong frame of mind. Her selfless ways with her daughter. All of it, culminating into one of the most alluring women I’d ever come across.

  “Shit. Makenna. Fuck!”

  My legs tightened and my cock throbbed as I shot my load clear across the shower. Pump after pump left my cock, dribbling all over my hands and painting itself along the shower door. I slid to my ass while the bones in my legs evaporated. I felt weak. Lightheaded. Blood was coursing through my body at an exponential rate as her smile tumbled around in my head.


  Makenna.

  My gut was still hot for her.

  I cleaned myself up and stepped out of the shower. I needed a distraction, and a good one. I wrapped a towel around my body and started for the stairs as the taste of alcohol tugged at my tongue.

  I needed a fucking beer.

  I walked into the kitchen and opened one up, allowing the alcohol to burn on the way down. I could feel the cool sensation filling my stomach. I needed something to erase the taste of her. I was trying my best to forget about her. To shake our interaction from my system.

  But it was like my mind was holding me hostage.

  I had to think about something else. Anything else. Shit with the club or the rat in our midst. That was a good idea. If I thought about the club, I didn’t have time to think about her.

  I went into the living room and polished off my beer before I sat down on the edge of the couch.

  Diesel was acting weird about flushing this asshole out, and I wasn’t sure why. Rock felt the same way, which was good. It meant I wasn’t the only one who thought Diesel was going against his usual form. I wondered what Grave and Knox thought about it. Hell, I was pretty sure Grave had his suspicions after the Black Saddles found him and Everly at Diesel’s cabin. This RICO case was gonna blow our entire fucking club wide open if we didn’t do something about it.

  I started thinking about who the rat could be. Who would be the easiest to turn in the club. The automatic assumption was Mick. He was the newest of all of us, but he was also the most loyal. Always there if someone called and always willing to do what was asked of him. I had a hard time believing the guy who ran all our numbers and helped Knox interface with customer service could easily be turned. That man didn’t give a shit about money.

  But he did give a shit about our club.

  As much as I hated to admit it, I had to look at Knox and Grave. I knew Rock wasn’t the rat. He didn’t have the patience for that kind of shit. He hated people and he hated interacting with people. He would rather sit in front of his damn computer all fucking day then go outside and feel the sun on his face. Fucking weirdo. But I loved the guy. Knox and Grave had the most to lose if shit with the crew went south, too. A family. Kids on the way. They’d need the money, and if the government was offering them a reward to roll over on us, I could see them taking it for the sake of their blossoming families.

  That was why having families in this lifestyle was so toxic and dangerous.

  They were easy leverage.

  I got up from the couch to go search for my cell phone before a knock sounded at my door. I wanted to call Rock and tell him what I was thinking, but the knock sounded again. More frantic than before. I tightened my towel around my waist and walked to the front door, reaching for the side table in the corner. I pulled out the drawer and picked up the gun I had stashed in there, ready for anything that was waiting for me. Between the Black Saddles pulling their bullshit and the federal government threatening to descend into Redding as well as a damn rat in our ranks, I couldn’t take any chances.

  Then, I looked through the small peephole in the front.

  I furrowed my brow when I saw Makenna standing outside. I set my gun back onto the table before I looked down at the towel around my waist. I couldn’t fucking open the door like this. I had to put on some damn clothes. I ripped the towel from my body and looked down at the jeans on the floor, and I sighed as I picked them up.

  “Brewer? Are you in there?”

  I paused at the sound of her voice. There was something about it that was off. A gruffness to it I wasn’t familiar with. I stuck my legs in my jeans and jumped them up my body, then zipped the zipper as I reached for my gun again. I stuffed it in the back of my jeans as reached for the doorknob, prepared for whatever I was going to find.

  Her voice didn’t just sound gruff.

  It sounded like she had been crying.

  Something was wrong, and I was prepared to do anything I could to fix it.

  Chapter 12

  Makenna

  I resisted the urge to watch Brewer go back home. My body was trembling with heat as the ghost of his cock still throbbed against my thigh. I could hear Ana padding around in the house. Calling out my name in that tired little voice to see where I had gone. I rubbed at my tits, trying to get my nipples to go back down and stop hurting before I walked myself back inside.

  I brushed my hand across my forehead as Ana ran into my leg.

  “Hey there, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.”

  “Where’s Mr. Brewer?”

  “He went home, sweetie.”

  “But we didn’t finish reading.”

  “I’m sure you and I can finish reading tomorrow,” I said.

  “No, tonight.”

  “Ana-”

  “Please, Mommy?”

  I sighed and looked over at the book on the floor. I kissed my daughter on top of her forehead, then went to pick up the book. I smiled at the green cover as I turned it over, my mind flooding back to my own childhood. There was a small boy catching an apple from a tree. It had been my favorite book as a child. All of my books were borrowed, of course. My parents couldn’t hardly afford the clothes I was growing out of, much less extra things like books. But what my neighbors had they let me borrow and I was thankful for it.

  I loved that book so much that they gifted it to me for my birthday. It was the only brand-new thing I had ever owned as a child and I treasured that gift.

  “Mom?” Ana asked.

  “Coming sweetie. Let’s get you upstairs.”

  I scooped a tired Ana up into my arms and started up the steps with her. My body was still pulsing with heat and I tried to shove Brewer out of my mind. I had to tuck my daughter in. I had to get her to bed. Then I needed to take a shower-- a very cold shower-- and get myself ready for bed. I had another full day of work tomorrow with a lot more to learn, and I wanted to be at my best.

  And when I was daydreaming about Brewer’s lips on my neck, I wasn’t at my best.

  “Read it to me?” Ana asked.

  “Slip underneath those covers and I will,” I said.

  Ana hunkered down underneath her covers before cuddling up to my side. Her head fell to my bosom and I bit back a groan of pain. My entire body felt like it was coursing with unused energy. From my nose to my toes, my body ached for a release. A release I hadn’t had in years and craved for in the early hours of the morning.

  Those were my favorite moments with a man.

  Rolling over, straddling his hips at three in the morning, and waking him up with my warmth.

  I started the book over and felt Ana nestle into my body. I cradled her close as the lines fell softly from my lips. There was a point in time where I had this book memorized. Where I could recite the opening pages without even looking down at them. The unbridled love that tree had for her little boy and how the tree was willing to give anything and everything it had to make sure that boy was taken care of and happy. It was the type of parent I wanted to be for Ana.

  And the type of woman I wanted to be for a man.

  I read through all the pages long after Ana had fallen asleep. I read it more for myself than for her. Flashes of my childhood came back to me. Of my mother rocking me on the porch swing and my father kissing my head whenever he came home from work. He was employed at the steel mill before it shut down, and his inability to find another job spiraled him into an alcoholic state. He wasn’t a mean drunk. Just… tired. Unable to provide for his family except for what unemployment would give him. And my mother worked tirelessly to try and provide for the family when she couldn’t help him.

  Fix him.

  Lift him up any longer.

  My father was drunk and passed out through most of my teenage years and my mother was working two jobs, so she wasn’t there much. All of my clothes were found at garage sales and church functions that felt their job was to reach out into the community and clothe the children some parents couldn’t afford. I could remember my m
other spending her last few dollars on as many canned goods as she could buy. She’d cook up rice and heat up green beans and corn, then grab a rare soda she could afford from time to time and we’d call it dinner.

  All while my father was snoring with a beer bottle in his hand.

  I didn’t blame my parents for my childhood. They did the best they could. Daddy broke his back at the steel mill trying to provide for us, and when they closed it down he didn’t even get a severance. Lost his measly pension and our idiotic health insurance. No one would hire a man who didn’t finish his high school education and his bull-headed pride wouldn’t allow him to drop low enough to work part-time in a grocery store or stock shelves for the local pharmacy.

  I wasn’t angry with them.

  But I wanted better for Ana because of what I went through with them.

  I read through the entire book before I closed it and put it on Ana’s bedside table. I kissed the top of her head and settled her into bed as I stared down at her face. Every single day, she looked more and more like her father. More and more like the man I was prepared to give my all to. There were days when the sun reflected in her eyes and I could swear he was there with us. Smiling at us and running around with her in the front yard.

  Then there were days where it hurt too much to look at her. Days where I was glad she was in school because the memory of her father was too much to stomach.

  “I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly. “I promise I’ll do better.”

  I wiped at the tear caressing my cheek as I slid from her bed. I walked through the doorway of her room and shut it behind me before I fell against it. I had done her such a disservice with my ex. I was weak after her father died. After my husband was killed. I clung to the first guy who tolerated a widowed mother and he was the most pathetic excuse for a man that could’ve ever lived. Controlling. Manipulative. Had no issues raising his voice. In my desperate attempt to find someone to fill the love I no longer had, I put my daughter in harm’s way. Her formative years were filled with arguing and raised voices and name-calling and dramatic storm-outs.

  There were days where I felt I didn’t deserve the beauty of my daughter.