Brash: A Bad Boy Biker Romance (Black Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 1)

by Jade Kuzma

  I took another sip of beer and sighed a deep breath through my nose before finally going through with it.

  “Hey, Garnet!”

  I shouted out to him, interrupting his conversation with Needle. Garnet looked up at me with his eyebrows raised.

  “What is it?” he said.

  I paused for a moment before responding.

  “I need to talk to you about something.”

  Chapter 26

  LYDIA

  Sean was chiseled out of marble. His body was formed through a lifetime of hard work. Broad shoulders. Bulging biceps. A wonderful six-pack. Tan skin covered in ink. And a tapered waist that led down to the magnificent piece between his legs.

  I didn’t know which part of him was my favorite. Every inch of him was like something out of my imagination. There weren’t any guys like him in the city.

  It was strange to think that I was fortunate enough that he chose to be with me. And right now, he wasn’t just with me. He was in me.

  My eyes trailed down and watched as his cock rammed into me. Hovering over me, Sean had my ankles in his grip. My legs were up in the air and spread for him. The sight of his cock moving in and out of me was nothing short of amazing. Oh, and it felt good, too.

  “Harder… Harder…”

  I was in pure bliss. I writhed on the mattress like I was in agony. But not because I wanted him to stop. No, the pleasure was so good it felt like the only way to deal with it was to receive even more of it.

  “Like that?”

  He thumped his hilt against me, smacking his hard body against my folds. I was whimpering too much to even respond.

  Sweat dripping. Lips leaking. Hair messy. Mouth open and throat dry.

  Sean had only been banging me for a few minutes but it felt like my body was already breaking down.

  I dropped my head to the side and saw my reflection in the mirror. My breasts bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. I was a mess of pleasure and ecstasy.

  I reached up and gripped the headboard of his bed. I kept my eyes open as best as I could, trying to enjoy the sight of him rocking his length into me with those deep strokes of his. The sound of grunting and the bed squeaking grew louder.

  “Oh, fuck… Harder, babe.”

  I pleaded with him, desperate to find my release. I reached down and started rubbing my clit but he quickly knocked my hand away.

  “Fucking asshole!”

  I cried out to him.

  He looked back at me with a smirk, grunting as he continued to pound me.

  “If you’re gonna come, I’m gonna be the one to make you do it. All right?”

  I clenched my jaw. Freeing my legs from his grip, I wrapped them around his back. With all of my strength, I flipped him onto his back and mounted him. Sean didn’t put up much of a fight.

  “Fine,” I said as I stared into his eyes. “Make me come.”

  I sat up straight. I grinded my hips as his cock impaled me. My clit rubbed against his smooth hilt.

  I put my hands up and brushed my hair over my head before gripping it tight over me.

  Sean reached up and squeezed my breasts in both hands while I rode him.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” I sighed. “Just like that. Hit my fucking spot.”

  He started thrusting his body up and into me. He was getting so deep inside of me that I was having trouble keeping my balance. My knees dug into the bed to keep me in place.

  It had been a few days since it happened. I had to take some time to recover from my injuries. But with only a little bit of pain still lingering, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I wanted him inside of me. I needed him inside of me.

  So I got to his apartment as quickly as I could and we climbed into bed faster than we ever had before.

  All of the pent-up sexual frustration was finally being released. Nothing was holding us back. There were no more concerns. Our minds were free from our burdens.

  Now we could just make love like we always wanted to.

  My nails dug into his bulging chest. The sweat on his skin made it hard for me to grip but I managed. My head leaned forward. My hair fell over my face.

  I was having trouble riding so Sean took over.

  He gripped my hips and started thrusting hard into me. Full strokes so I could feel every inch of his thickness. His hilt clapped against me.

  “You’re gonna make me come…”

  “Come with me, babe. Come with me.”

  “Fuck!”

  All of the stimulation inside of me and on my clit was too much for me.

  My toes curled. My nails sank deeper. My muscles tightened. Every inch of my body spasmed as I lost control to my orgasm.

  “Come inside of me… Come inside of me…”

  Through the haze of my climax, I pleaded with him. My eyes tight, I heard him grunt. It was followed by his body jerking underneath me.

  “Fuck… Lydia!”

  He shouted my name as he exploded inside of me. Thick pulses of cum fired into me and filled me up. The wet feeling of his seed spreading around in my insides was so wonderful. I tightened myself around him to try and milk every last drop out of him.

  We convulsed in ecstasy. The orgasms took complete control of us for a few seconds that I wanted to last forever. But eventually the feeling subsided.

  I collapsed on top of him. My head fell on the pillow. His cock still firmly inside of me, Sean wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

  Breathing hard. Dripping with sweat. Muscles aching. A short fuck session left us recovering but still wanting.

  “I need a break,” I sighed.

  “Yeah, me, too.”

  I propped myself up and sat up straight so I could look down at him.

  “You?” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Need a break?”

  “What do you see when you look at me, Lydia?”

  “I see… a man who’s passionate. Loyal. Hard-working. Honest.”

  “You might see all of that but it’s not that complicated. I’m only a man. A man in love with you. That’s all I need to be.”

  “That’s all I want you to be, too.”

  I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. His face was still slightly swollen from the injuries but he was still the most handsome guy in Ivory.

  As I rested on top of him, I put my hand up and tangled my fingers with his.

  “What did he say?” I whispered.

  “He’s not surprised. He knew it was coming. After he met you and after all the shit that went down, he knows this is for the best.”

  “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to do this for me?”

  “I do. Garnet agrees. Being an old lady isn’t the life you were built for and that’s okay. All that matters is that we’re together.”

  I sat up again and looked down at him. Looking into his deep brown eyes, I saw so much. A tortured soul who had been to Hell and back.

  He was here with me. Now that everything was over, I had the chance to calm the pain inside of him.

  But there was something still bothering me.

  I rolled off of him and looked off to the side of the room. I had everything I wanted. Almost everything.

  I didn’t do a very good job of hiding how distracted I was.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Everything is going so well,” I said. “But… Gina…”

  “Right…”

  “The doctors say that she’s recovering.”

  “That’s good news.”

  “Still… There’s something else.”

  “What is it?”

  Even though she was getting better, I couldn’t shake the feeling I had.

  “It’s just so unnerving,” I said. “To think she could have lost everything…”

  “Poison is dead. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

  “But to think that someone had to die for all of this to end. I don’t think I can ever get used to that.”

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nbsp; “You’re not supposed to get used to it. It’s just… something you have to accept and live with.”

  Looking into his eyes, I found the reassurance I needed.

  “I suppose you’re right,” I sighed.

  “The important thing is that Gina is safe now. And you are, too. You always will be.”

  He leaned forward and kissed me. The feeling of his lips made me forget about anything that could have been bothering me.

  “I love you, Sean.”

  Another kiss cleared my thoughts completely as he whispered to me.

  “I love you.”

  Chapter 27

  SEAN

  When I got out of prison, there was one thing I had to do first. It wasn’t to finally eat a good steak. It wasn’t to dive into some pussy. It wasn’t even to get on my bike and hit the road. The first thing I had to do was put on my leather cut. I was a Black Reaper. I needed a reminder of who I was.

  But I didn’t need my vest anymore. The patches were just a symbol of what I needed and it was finally time to let them go.

  They rested on the table in front of me. My vest was blank. The patches had been there for so long that there were black spots where they used to be.

  I held the vest up and examined it before tossing it back on. Then I looked around the table at all of the men who rode with me.

  “Good luck, brother.”

  Brawn was the first man to say goodbye. He walked up to me and wrapped his massive arms around me. I squeezed the big man back until he finally released me.

  “Petey,” I said as I looked at the meek young man sitting down next to me.

  He stood up straight and gave me a nod before hugging me.

  Needle was the next man to say goodbye. That dumb smirk on his face, he looked at me like he was skeptical.

  “You’re really doing it, huh?” he said.

  “I’m really doing it,” I replied. “One day you’ll lose your virginity and you’ll understand.”

  The rest of the chapel burst into laughter. But even Needle was smiling at the dig I took at him.

  He leaned forward and hugged me while he whispered into my ear.

  “Come back,” he said. “There’s always room at the poker table for you.”

  “Thank you, brother.”

  He pulled away and bumped a fist against my chest.

  I turned to Ghost.

  I’d probably known him the longest. Even if everybody else objected, I wouldn’t have cared as long as Ghost approved. Seeing the subtle smile on his face was enough to tell me I was making the right decision.

  “I’m proud of you,” he said.

  “You’re proud of me?”

  “It takes a real man to admit that he isn’t fit to wear the patch anymore.”

  I looked down at the patches on the table. It was like looking at a reflection of the past. But it was the past. I knew there was no other decision to make.

  “I’m here if you ever need me,” he said.

  “I know.”

  I reached forward and squeezed him as hard as I could. Ghost and I were close but at this moment, I knew for sure that all the shit we had been through before was real.

  Garnet was the last man I hadn’t said my goodbyes to. I walked over to him at the head of the table. Despite how defiant he stood with his arms crossed, his eyes were glazed over. He was a few years older than the rest of us, so he was a little more sentimental about all this shit. I didn’t hold it against him. He was the president of the club for a lot of reasons, one of them being he was the man that always had his head on straight.

  “Thank you—”

  “You don’t need to say anything,” he interrupted me.

  He put his hands on my shoulders. Tears were welling in his eyes but he was staring straight at me.

  “Don’t be a stranger,” he said. “You wanna get patched back in, you’re back in.”

  “I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” I said.

  “I know…”

  He coughed and cleared his throat.

  “Last order of business,” he said. “The deal went off without a hitch. The Chinese are happy. That whole incident with Poison was a diversion we didn’t even realize.”

  “I can’t promise you another diversion,” I said with a laugh. “Shit like that isn’t gonna happen to Lydia or me ever again.”

  “I just want you to know that I’m grateful for you. The last job you ever did as a patch. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

  I nodded. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. I sighed in knowing that this was really goodbye.

  The chapel doors opened up and the rest of the Black Reapers exited with me.

  “Let’s welcome Sean back to civilization,” Garnet announced to the Grindhouse.

  He clapped his hands together and everybody in the bar joined in. It only lasted a few seconds before everybody went back to their business.

  The only person paying any attention to me was Michelle, who stood next to the bar.

  “So,” she said as I walked up to her. “It’s official.”

  She glanced at the blank spots on my vest.

  “It’s official,” I said.

  “I’m happy for you.”

  “I know you are.”

  “It’s not just because you finally found a girl and you’re settling down. No, I’m glad you realize that happiness isn’t about you, it’s about someone else.”

  “You know, I’ve been in Ivory all of my life. I thought I had it all figured out. I think I’ve been here for so long because I was waiting for her.”

  “She came here for you. That’s why she left her life behind. She left everything to find you.”

  She pointed her index finger and dug it into my chest.

  “Don’t forget that,” she said.

  “As long as she’s happy, nothing else matters.”

  “Then you finally understand.”

  She had a heartfelt smile on her face. I’d known Michelle for so long. Saying goodbye to her at this moment was harder than I thought it would be.

  “What are you gonna do now?”

  “Now?”

  I smiled at Michelle. There was only one thing on my mind.

  “I’m gonna get on my bike and ride. She’s waiting for me.”

  “Go get her… Sean.”

  Michelle winked at me. It was the last bit of approval I needed to know I was making the right decision.

  I turned my back to the bar and headed toward the exit. Without looking back, I left the Grindhouse.

  Epilogue

  LYDIA

  Four months later…

  “Now this right here… This is my idea of Heaven.”

  Ben put the fork into his mouth. His eyes closed, you could see the satisfaction he had. The look on his face was almost orgasmic.

  “Oh, yeah…” he sighed. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  He looked forward at the old man sitting across from him.

  Sutton had a plain look on his face. If anything, he looked mildly annoyed at the enjoyment Ben seemed to be having.

  “What?” Ben asked. “You don’t think it’s any good?”

  “Tiramisu… I never thought that would be a regular in a town like this.”

  “You know you like it. It’s good.”

  “It is good. But I’ll stick with my usual. The good ol’ Sutton Special.”

  He looked up at me and winked.

  “I should charge royalties,” he said. “Using my name like that.”

  “I have to admit it,” I said. “Sales have gone up a little bit now that it’s got a name. Coffee and a glazed donut. What’s your price?”

  “I’m only kidding. Just keep making ‘em like Amy used to.”

  “I haven’t changed a thing about the recipe.”

  Ben groaned with pleasure again as he took another bite of his dessert.

  “Donuts are good,” he said. “But this. This right here… This is what’s gonna get people com
ing back to Amy’s.”

  “Nah,” Sutton responded. “People come to Amy’s because of what’s tried and true. Give me tradition any day of the week.”

  “I don’t think so, pops.”

  “Pops?”

  Sutton raised an eyebrow at his young counterpart. Ben immediately turned sheepish, shifting his gaze away and stuffing his mouth with more dessert.

  “So,” Sutton said as he turned his attention to me. “How have you been, Lydia?”

  “I’ve been great. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

  “You look great. How far along are you now?”

  He eyeballed my swollen stomach. I looked down and couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

  “A little over four months now,” I said. “The doctors say I’m doing well.”

  “It looks like you’ve got everything going for you now,” Sutton said. “New kid, new bakery.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got everything I need,” I sighed.

  Amy’s Bakery got the renovation it sorely needed. The food was just as good. The service was the same. But the fresh coat of paint turned it into a place that was easier on the eyes.

  “Where’s the father?” Sutton asked.

  “Sean should be here in a little bit. He headed up north to get some product and he’s transporting it back here.”

  “Product?” Ben said, raising an eyebrow at me.

  “Yes, product. For the bakery.”

  “Oh! Right!”

  Sutton rolled his eyes at the young officer.

  “I’ll let you go,” he said. “It looks like Gina’s getting a little backed up with some customers.”

  “Gina can handle it. But… I suppose I should give her some help. Thank you for coming, Sheriff… Ben… You two are always welcome.”

  Sutton gave me a wink. Ben nodded his head, some frosting on his lips as he indulged himself with another bite. I giggled to myself as I headed behind the counter to give Gina a hand.

  It was a small rush of people. Citizens all over Ivory stopped by for the usual. Now that there were a few new items on the menu, more people discovered that Amy’s was the best bakery in the city to satisfy their sweet tooth.

  Gina and I served the last customer. As soon as she was done, she leaned up against the counter with her arms crossed and sighed a deep breath of exhaustion.