Brewer (Dead Souls MC Book 3)

by Savannah Rylan

  And I was having one of those days.

  I needed to forget about Brewer. About my want for him. Ana was the most important thing, and I couldn’t allow myself to get side-tracked by him. I had just run from an impossible situation to try and start a new life for myself in an entirely different state. The last thing I needed to do was fuck that up for myself.

  Fuck that up for Ana.

  Raking my hand through my hair, I stumbled down the stairs. My emotions were getting the better of me and I felt myself spiraling. I opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch, hoping some fresh air would help settle my mind. Darkness blanketed the small town of Redding, and as I breathed in the dusty air a tear trickled down my cheek.

  Then, it happened.

  He popped back into my mind.

  The wind kicked up and swirled around my body and I couldn’t help but think about the way his hands traced the lines of my body. The way his lips pressed salaciously into mine. The care he took. The way he looked into my eyes. My ex had never looked at me like that. Never touched me like that. My ex’s movements were always selfish, but Brewer’s were controlled. Purposeful. Filled with intent.

  I felt that guilty heat settle between my legs as my eyes opened back up.

  I couldn’t think about this. I couldn’t indulge those types of thoughts. I had a life to get up and going and a daughter I had to consider in all this. I was a mother. A caretaker. The sole provider for our family. I couldn’t lose sight of that. I couldn’t throw myself at another man and expect things to turn out all right. Women only got one chance at that type of happiness, and I’d had mine. All throughout high school. All throughout my pregnancy with Ana.

  I did have it, and it was selfish of me to go searching for it again.

  But the more I tried to forget about Brewer, the harder the wind whipped. It was like the entire earth was screaming at me to stop. Screaming at my mind to settle down with the thoughts and emotions running rampant throughout my body. I felt my legs crumbling as my eyes settled on Brewer’s porch. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. I didn’t need to.

  Didn’t have to.

  But then I saw it. A light come on that lit up his porch. My hips became restless and I shuffled from foot to foot as my cheeks began to flush. It trickled down my neck as the throbbing between my legs overtook my mind.

  I didn’t simply want him.

  I ached for him.

  I opened the door and locked it from the inside before I closed it again. Then my legs started down from the porch. Across the lawn. Across Brewer’s driveway. I was walking up to his porch. Stepping onto his porch. Poising my hand to knock against his door.

  There was no going back. If I did this-- if I opened this can of worms-- I would have to deal with the consequences.

  My daughter would have to deal with the consequences.

  I faltered in my actions and my hand dropped to my side. Tears welled in my eyes as my mind came to a blinding halt. I felt like I was going insane. Brewer couldn’t possibly want a woman like me. I was damaged. Alone. No family or friends. I had Ana. And while she was the most incredible kid in the world, many men would call her ‘baggage’. And Brewer? He was… a man. A tried and true, respectable, chiseled rock of a man. With bulging veins and callused skin and a deep, dark voice that called to a very primal part of my life.

  Of my mind.

  Of my body.

  I wiped away the tears streaming down my face as the wind kicked up again.

  It swirled my hair around my shoulders and dried the tears from my eyes. It wrapped around my waist and almost knocked me off balance. I stumbled and tried to catch myself as I drew in a deep breath, my heart slamming against my sternum at a thousand miles a second.

  Maybe I needed to get him out of my system. Maybe one moment with him seen through to completion would put my mind where it needed to be for the coming weeks. I bit down onto the inside of my cheek and cleared my throat as the wind began to die down again.

  Then, I picked my hand up and knocked on his door.

  At first, I didn’t hear anything. There was a light on in the house, but there was no movement. I snickered and shook my head, chastising myself for what a stupid idea this was. And then, a desperation took over my actions. My head started swimming again with thoughts of him and the need for his body against mine was unrelenting. My nipples were engorged, scraping against my bra and the heat in my pelvis was burning the inside of my thighs. I rose my hand and knocked again, a little more frantically than the first time.

  And when I didn’t hear a sound, I decided to use my voice.

  “Brewer? Are you in there?”

  And I hoped he was. For my sake and the sake of my job tomorrow, I hoped he was in there. Listening to my voice and debating on whether or not to open the door.

  Because I wanted him to.

  I really, really wanted him to.

  Chapter 13

  Brewer

  I ripped the door open and found Makenna standing there with bloodshot eyes. I took in the redness of her cheeks and the way she was shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her eyes whipped up to mine and I could see conflict and unresolved emotions brewing behind them.

  My eyes darted around and looked for any sign that there was trouble.

  My worst fear was that The Black Saddles had been tailing me. My greatest fear was that they somehow figured Makenna and Ana were caught up in our lives and that they had done something. Threatened them or approached them or harmed them in some way. And if something like that had happened, I would never forgive myself.

  I would also take out every last one of them.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” Makenna said breathlessly.

  “You’ve been crying,” I said. “Something’s wrong.”

  “It’s not what you think. I promise.”

  “Makenna. Did something happen to Ana?”

  “What? No. She’s… she’s in bed. The house is locked up. I just-”

  She looked up into my eyes and something in them changed. Switched on a dime and left my cock throbbing against my jeans. My eyes peered over to the house and saw only her car in the driveway. Silence was on our street corner and there were no moving shadows lurking in the distance.

  “You just what?” I asked as my gaze dropped back to hers.

  Her chest was rising and falling with the deep breaths she was taking in. I could feel the cool metal of the gun pressing against my back. Her eyes locked onto my chiseled form and I watched her hand raise up. Her fingertips hovered over the lines in my skin and I could feel her pulsing heat beating against my body.

  I reached behind me and slid the gun from my pants before setting it back down onto the table beside me.

  “What was that for?” Makenna asked.

  “I looked through the peephole and thought something was wrong.”

  “So, you thought you were going to shoot someone over it?” she asked.

  “You live alone and have a daughter. I was preparing myself for anything.”

  Her eyes shot back up to mine as her hand planted against my chest. I bit back a shiver that reached down my spine and grabbed onto my balls. Makenna took a step up into my home, pushing me back into my own foyer as she closed the front door behind her.

  Then her hand slid up to my neck and cupped the back of it.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  Her eyes danced between mine as my arm slipped around her waist.

  “I want to finish what we started,” she said with a whisper.

  She pulled my face to hers and our lips collided. But it would be the only move she was making. My arm tightened around her as my free hand reached up to cup the back of her head. I fisted her hair, forcing her face off to the side as she moaned into my mouth. Our tongues battled for dominance as her soft curves cloaked the crevices of my body. Her hands slid down my sides, her fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. I could feel her shaking. I could feel he
r engorged nipples pressing through her bra. Her hands shoved my jeans down and I kicked them off, feeling how her hands cupped my ass.

  She moaned into my mouth again and it caused my cock to twitch.

  Makenna was decadent. She tasted like a last dessert and fit perfectly into the breadth of my body. Electricity was shooting through my veins, rendering me animalistic as I backed her into the closed door. My lips traveled down her neck, nipping at her skin and tasting the salted goodness of her lust for me. I stripped her clothes away from her body, kissing every available inch of skin until all of her was red with angry want.

  “Brewer,” she said breathlessly. “Please.”

  I reached down for one of her tits and pulled her nipple between my lips. My tongue lapped at her, feeling her as she rolled her hips into my body. My cock was leaking. Dripping. Coating the floor underneath me as I slowly slid to my knees. My lips kissed down her stomach, traced her belly button, and found its stopping point just above her pussy.

  I parted her knees as her hands wrapped into the tendrils of my hair.

  She was naked for me and I took a moment to look her over. The thickness of her thighs molding in the palms of my hands and the way her beautiful tits laid against her body. The light stretch marks that ricocheted around her belly button and added dimension and depth to the woman I was going to make scream for more. I nuzzled her pussy, feeling her wetness coat my skin as I drew in her scent.

  My mouth was watering.

  I needed to taste her.

  My tongue lapped at her folds and I felt her shiver. Her hands curled tighter into the tendrils of my hair and it caused me to grin. I slid one of her legs over my shoulder as my hands settled onto her hips. I pinned her against the doorway as my tongue burrowed deeper. Her arousal was pouring onto my tongue. Like a river from the fountain of youth. I licked a thick stripe up her heated pussy and flicked her clit, and the resounding jump from her body made me growl.

  Oh, she was going to be begging by the time I was done with her.

  She would be begging for me to stop.

  I pressed my tongue straight to her clit and a whimper fell from her lips. I could feel her throbbing. I could feel her juices coating my chin. I nuzzled my face deeper as her pussy folds curled around my lips. I flicked her clit until she was trembling, then pressed my tongue deep to watch her sigh.

  The beautiful red spreading across her chest was truly a sight to behold.

  I slid her other leg over my shoulder and her eyes flew open. She looked down at me as her hands tightened exponentially into my hair. She was hovering. Suspended against the door with her knees crooked around my shoulders. I knelt on the ground and fisted her ass, claiming her entire body as my own. I tilted myself so she was falling against the door and I brought her pussy closer, my tongue ready to feast on the meal it wanted so desperately tonight.

  “Brewer. Holy shit. Please don’t drop me.”

  “Never,” I said into her pussy. “I would never do that.”

  I licked and I sucked. I teased and I drank. I slurped down her offering from her pulsing entrance as her juices dripped down my neck. So wet for me. So wanton for her first orgasm. I kept pulling back and picking up speed. Teasing her to the brink before stopping my movements. Sweat was forming on her brow and her face was contorted. I could feel her legs shaking with exertion as she tried to beat me to the punch.

  Tried to throw herself over before I stopped again.

  But she didn’t have to worry.

  This time, it would be all hers.

  “Brewer. Brewer. Yes. Yes! Don’t stop! Please! Keep going! Keep going! Oh… yes! Brewer, yes.”

  I heard her head fall against the door as her entire body convulsed against me. Her hips rolled desperately and her legs clamped down around my cheeks. Her muscles pulled taut and I could see her tits jumping. Swinging and swaying against her luscious body as I continued to rake my tongue against her clit. Her body released, throbbing around me as I smiled into her pussy.

  But when her body collapsed, I kept going.

  “Brewer. What…? What are you-? What is-?”

  I hummed into her juiciness and it threw her over again.

  “Oh my gosh. Holy hell. It’s so… fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming!”

  I watched her eyes screw shut as her hips rocked side to side. Raking against my tongue as I held it out for her pleasure. Her body had taken over. Her mind was no longer in control. She was releasing the reigns and giving herself over to what she’d needed for years. What she’d missed out on by settling instead of searching.

  And I loved every second of it.

  She was heaving for air, but I wouldn’t let up. I flicked the tip of her clit at lightning speed. She tried to back away from me. Tried to get away from the assault to her clit. But I pressed deeper. I pinned her to the door and gripped down tightly onto her hips and forced her to take one last orgasm.

  Forced her to allow herself this one last time.

  “Bre-... -wer… I… can’t… it…”

  Oh, those broken sentences. They were my favorite. Any woman who could be rendered speechless during sex was getting fucked the way they deserved. And I hadn’t even stuck my cock into her body yet. I smiled salaciously as I looked up at her and took in her battered form. Her red face. The sweat dripping down her brow. The wild, mangled hair that slid along the door. The way her legs splayed open for me, begging for more. For anything I had to give. Her arms were limp against her sides and my face and neck were coated in her scent.

  She tried to open her eyes, but all I saw were the whites of them.

  “One more. I know you’ve got one more for me,” I said.

  “I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t. I don’t know if-”

  “One more,” I growled. “Give me one more, Makenna.”

  “Oh my gosh. Yes.”

  I licked slowly at her clit. I rubbed the texture of my tongue against her skin. I felt her body completely release. All of the tension and all of the control and all of the reservations fled from her being. She fell from the doorway and I caught her in my arms as her third orgasm of the night overtook her. She shivered in my arms as I pulled her lips to mine, allowing her to taste herself on me. I felt her tongue licking around my mouth. Tasting the flavor of us as her legs jumped with ecstasy.

  My cock was purple with anger. Ready to sink into her.

  But first, I needed to get us somewhere more comfortable. Because if I was going to have her the way I truly wanted, my hardwood floors would leave us both with marks that would hurt for days.

  She curled into me and I gathered her up into my arms. I carried her up the steps and made my way into my room. I kicked the door closed behind me and laid Makenna down onto the bed before my hand smoothed her hair away from her face. Her eyes were hooded with lust and her body was still shaking from my assault. I grinned down at her as I placed my lips into the crook of her neck and she willingly opened it to me. Lobbed her head off to the side and let me nibble upon her skin.

  She was the perfect meal to end this day with, and I planned on milking everything out of her she would give me. I placed a knee between her legs and felt her wetness paint my skin. Her hands caressed my shoulders. My arms. My chest. My abs. Taking in my strength as her soft fingertips rippled over my sculpted form. Her eyes finally focused as I hovered over her, my eyes dancing between hers and waiting for her cue.

  Then, I felt it.

  I felt her grind down onto my knee.

  So, I grabbed my throbbing dick in my hands, positioned myself at her entrance, and slid in.

  Chapter 14

  Makenna

  I stifled my moans as he pushed deep into my pussy. Fuck, this man felt incredible. My legs were trembling and my hands were digging into the meat of his strong back as he slid in, and when he bottomed out against me I let out the breath I was holding.

  But he didn’t hold back for long.

  Juices were dripping down my legs as he rolled into my
body. His cock was throbbing and his girth was stretching me to limits I’d never felt before. My head fell back onto the pillow as moans escaped my lips. Inexplicable moans with no coherent syllables that defined the very essence of what I was experiencing.

  White hot euphoria at the hands of the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

  He threw my leg over his shoulder and picked up the pace. He slammed into me, his bed rocking against the wall. I gripped onto his sinewy forearms as his lips fell back to mine, folding me in half and opening me up for his assault. I shivered underneath him. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It had been so long since I’d felt this good and his trimmed muscles were raking against my clit.

  Digging into my body and causing my toes to curl.

  “Brewer. Brewer. It’s-... I’m-... you-...

  He smiled into my lips before he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth.

  I fell over the edge, my pussy clenching down onto his cock. I shook underneath him as his hands found mine, pinning my arms above me. His lips fell to my tits as he continued thrusting into me, riding me through my next orgasm of the night. His tongue was electric against my skin, and with every stroke he made against my bosom my pussy clamped around his cock.

  “So tight for me,” he said into my skin. “So good, Makenna.”

  I loved my name falling from between his lips. Stars burst in my vision as Brewer pulled out from between my legs. He flipped me over and raised my hips into the air, then reached down and fisted my hair. My ass was up and my face was down, and I shivered at the thought of what was to come. I felt his cock sliding between my pussy folds, his skin soaking in my arousal before he pushed in.

  And I almost collapsed underneath him.

  He fucked me relentlessly as his bed slammed hard against the wall. His hand tugged at my hair, pulling my mouth from the pillows. Mindless drones and breathless praises fell from my lips, and the more I spoke the larger his cock grew inside my body.

  “That’s it. Shake for me, Makenna. Give it all over.”