BRICK (Lords of Carnage MC)

by Daphne Loveling

  “Okay,” she whispers.

  I watch her as she moves to the front door, turns the sign to ‘closed,’ and flips the lock.

  When she comes back, I meet her at the entrance to the hallway.

  “Office,” I command.

  She doesn’t even hesitate. She bites her bottom lip, eyes wide and dark, and then continues on back, knowing I’m following right behind her. When she reaches the office, she turns around to face me. She reaches behind her to the desk, steadying herself. Her lips are parted, breathing shallow. She’s fucking ready for me. She wants this. I know she does. But I need to hear her say it.

  “Did you touch yourself last night and think about me?” I growl, my cock so hard I’m half afraid it’s going to split the zipper on my jeans.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “You want this.”

  “Yes,” she whispers again.

  “Say it.”

  “I want this.”

  “Take off your clothes,” I order. “I want to watch you.”

  She’s wearing one of those simple, tiny T-shirts that show off her tits. I watch, my cock aching, as she pulls it over her head, revealing a lacy pink bra underneath. My cock throbs harder as she reaches back and unhooks the bra, then slides it down her arms to reveal gorgeous, round globes with taut pink buds the same color as her lips. Fuck. It’s killing me not to reach out and take her tits in my hands, but I’m enjoying the agony.

  Sydney’s skin is flushed and gorgeous. I don’t take my eyes off her for a second.

  “Lose the jeans,” I tell her as I pull off my own shirt.

  She does as I tell her, her eyes locked on my chest and arms. I realize she’s looking at my tattoos, her gaze moving from one to the other as she kicks off her shoes, then wriggles out of her jeans and steps out of them.

  She’s standing in front of me now, naked except for a pair of thin panties.

  “Fuck,” I growl. “You’re goddamn gorgeous, Sydney.”

  I’ve waited as long as I can. Unzipping my jeans, I push them down and my cock springs free, painfully hard. For just a moment, I take myself in my hand and stroke, slowly, while I look at her, and try not to groan out loud. Jesus fuck, this feels good. I’m torn between just bending her over the desk and fucking her senseless, and taking my time with her. But the one thing I can’t risk is having someone knock on the door outside and her grabbing her clothes and running out to open the shop before I’ve finished with her. I make my decision.

  “Sit on the desk,” I order her. She immediately does what she’s told. I move between her legs, the head of my cock brushing again her wetness. Sydney throws her head back and groans, her legs spreading. I lean down and kiss her, my tongue probing deeply in her mouth as I tease her already swollen lower lips. She whimpers and strains toward me.

  “This is just the beginning, sweetheart,” I rasp, my lips moving lower, to the sensitive skin of her neck. Her pulse is beating like the wings of a bird. “This is just the beginning of everything I’m going to do to you.”

  I reach up with one hand and cup her full breast, my thumb going to her sensitive nipple. I brush against her skin with the rough pad, and she gasps and arches her chest toward me. “Gavin,” she moans, her tone urgent. “Oh, God…”

  Something flips low in my belly when she says my name. That throaty voice, so full of need, saying a name that almost no one knows. The name that only she uses. It pulls at something deep, like she’s reaching inside, to a place no one else knows to look for.

  Whatever it is, it’s tied straight to my dick.

  It would be so fucking easy to slide my aching cock inside of her, to bury myself up to the hilt. She’s so ready for me. But I’ve been waiting for too long to taste her, and I can’t wait anymore. I press her back until she’s lying on the desk, and push her up until her feet are resting on top. I spread her knees and bend down to lick and nip at the sensitive skin of her thighs. I can feel the exact moment that she realizes what I’m about to do: her muscles tense in anticipation, her hips angling up to meet my mouth.

  I growl low in my throat and swipe my tongue slowly the length of her pussy. Good God, she tastes sweet. She shudders and cries out, her thighs falling open even more. I swipe again, then plunge my tongue deep inside her, tasting her, learning her, listening to her body as she whimpers and thrusts toward me. I want to take my time, but more than anything, I want to hear her come, want to feel her come on my tongue. I lick and tease, and Sydney’s hands clutch desperately at the desk. Her head rolls from side to side, her cries getting louder and higher. Suddenly, with a gasp and a shout, she convulses, her entire body shaking as her orgasm takes her.

  I continue to lap at her until she begins to quiet. Then I bend down and grab my jeans, pulling a condom out of my wallet and sliding it over my shaft. Just that amount of contact makes me stifle a groan, I’m that hard, and then I’m sliding my cock against her soaking entrance and she’s begging me to push inside her, to fill her. I sink inside her hot channel as slowly as I can stand it, but then Sydney’s moaning and thrashing again and I grab her hips and start to thrust, hard, harder, and I feel her pussy tightening around me as she comes a second time, and I shout her name and empty myself inside her, coming so hard I think for a second I might pass out.

  17

  Brick

  “Oh, my God,” Sydney’s panting as I pull her up, still inside her, and wrap my arms around her. I kiss her deeply, and she giggles. “You taste like me,” she murmurs.

  “Fucking delicious, isn’t it?” I say.

  “That was…” she takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Wow.”

  “Wow is fucking right,” I agree. “About time we got around to that.”

  “I’ll never look at this office the same way again,” she smirks, shaking her head as she looks down at the desk.

  “Good.” I kiss her. “You’ll be wet and ready for me every time you balance your cash register from now on.”

  Sydney’s skin flushes. “I should open the shop back up,” she murmurs. “I’ve never closed during the day before.”

  I bend down and grab her clothes, then hand them to her. We get dressed in silence, but it’s not particularly awkward. Her ponytail has come mostly undone, and she pulls out the hair tie and rakes her fingers through her tresses, putting it up again. “How do I look?” she asks.

  “Like sex on a plate. Minus the plate.”

  “The idea is to not look like sex,” she informs me, smoothing her hair.

  “Well, I think that’s a losing battle,” I tell her. “But suit yourself. You look fine. No one will ever know you were back here getting your brains fucked out just moments ago.”

  That earns me a snort. “Romantic.”

  “Hey, fucking is romantic,” I protest. “It’s just that instead of bringing you flowers, I brought you a surveillance cam.”

  I let her go out and open up first, so she won’t be embarrassed if anyone’s waiting outside. A couple minutes later, I follow her. I walk out into the main shop just as someone else is coming through the door.

  “I’ll see you later,” I murmur into her hair. “I gotta go take care of some stuff.”

  “Okay,” she murmurs back. I turn to go, then look back at her one last time. She gives me a radiant smile — so radiant I realize I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her smile like that before. It’s like a goddamn present, knowing I’m the one who put it there.

  I ride over to the clubhouse in time for church, feeling like I just slew a fucking dragon.

  “None of the business owners I talked to had any information for us that we don’t already know,” Striker is saying. “None of them had working video surveillance, either, but a couple of them said they were planning to install it because of the break-in. All of them seemed a little suspicious of me coming to talk to them at first, but in the end I think I was able to convince them that the Lords weren’t involved, and that we’re serious about wanting to help keep this shit away from T
anner Springs.”

  “That’s about what I got, too,” Hawk says. “It was a smart move, us going to them directly. Good public relations. Glen, the guy who owns Ace Liquor, told me to thank the club for reaching out.”

  It’s nice to have a little good news. Two more places have been robbed or vandalized in the last week. One looks like it probably wasn’t connected: someone spray painted crude dick pictures and four-letter words on the front of a community center. Probably just some stupid kids with nothing better to do. The other one, though, was more serious. Someone broke into the local hardware store through the back, and made off with a bunch of expensive tools and other shit. They smashed the place up pretty good too, from what I understand.

  “Who’s talked to Sunderland’s Hardware?” Angel asks.

  “I’m going there this afternoon,” Tweak says. “Hank says they have cameras set up back there. Hoping I can take a look at what they got.”

  “All right. Anyone else?” Rock looks around the table. “No? Okay. Let’s talk prospects. Before we move to a vote on Bullet and Lug Nut, who’s got some new names? Men you think have what it takes to be a Lord of Carnage?”

  Five of the brothers speak up and tell us who they’d like to bring in. One’s Striker’s cousin. One’s a guy Skid knows from when he lived in Tennessee. All of them sound like they’ve got potential, and Rock gives his okay to bring them in and have them start hanging around the club.

  Finally, we get to the business of patching in two of our long-term prospects, Bullet and Lug Nut. They’ve both been around the club for a couple of years, and prospecting for just over a year. We talk about them one by one, going around the table and giving our arguments for and against bringing them into the Lords of Carnage. This is serious business, one of the most important decisions we can make as a club. To bring in someone new, it’s crucial that every single one of us has absolute confidence and trust in him. We need to know every Lord has our back, and would fight to the death to defend our club and any one of our brothers. The Lords of Carnage is more than a club. It’s a brotherhood. Anyone who doesn’t understand the full weight of the vow they’re taking when they’re patched in doesn’t deserve to wear our cut or our colors. And anyone who betrays the oath once they’ve taken it should expect justice to be swift, absolute, and brutal.

  In the cases of Bullet and Lug Nut, I don’t have a doubt in my mind about voting either one of them in. Neither do the other brothers, apparently, because they get in unanimously with almost no discussion.

  Geno’s about to get up and go get them, to congratulate them and bring them into the chapel, when Rock stops him.

  “Hold off a few minutes,” he says. “I want to tell you men about the talk I had with Oz.”

  We listen in silence as Rock tells us how he met with Oz at a neutral location a couple of days ago. Oz told him that the Death Devils haven’t been seeing the same kinds of increases in crime and break-ins in their territory that we have. However, Oz agreed with Rock that if the Iron Spiders have the Lords of Carnage in their sights — especially if their aim is to eventually destroy us and take over our territory — the Devils could be next.

  “Oz says he’s open to an alliance with us,” Rock concludes.

  “What kind of alliance would that be?” Thorn asks.

  “We didn’t hammer out all the details yet,” Rock answers. “He’s going back to his men, to talk to them about it. He’ll be contacting me soon to agree on terms.”

  For the first time, Geno speaks up. “Shouldn’t that be something that happens with some of our brothers there? Our officers?” Rock looks at him sharply, but doesn’t say anything. Geno meets his gaze evenly.

  Thorn nods. “It should. I’d like to see Angel and Ghost there, at least. Maybe Brick and Geno as well.”

  The silence is deafening for five seconds that feel like five hours. I can feel some of the brothers tense, and I know we’re all wondering if Rock will take this as a challenge to his authority.

  Our president’s face is dark, unmoving. Finally, his eyes roam the room, taking each of us in.

  “The rest of you feel that way, too?” The question feels just short of a threat.

  I glance quickly at Angel, but his face tells me he’s not going to weigh in on this one.

  “It’s a show of strength to have your men with you,” Gunner tells him. “A show of unity. I think it’s a good idea.”

  Rock considers this. “All right,” he finally says. “Angel, Ghost, and Brick.” If Geno notices he’s been left out, he doesn’t show it. “I’ll let you know when the meet’s set up.”

  The three of us nod our assent.

  “All in favor?” Rock announces. Around the table, hands raise. It’s unanimous. I feel myself relax just a little bit, glad to have gotten through that moment without a showdown.

  “Okay, now that that’s settled, what do you say we bring in Bullet and Lug Nut?” Geno suggests, half-rising. “They’re probably pissing themselves waiting by now.”

  “Nah, let me do it,” Gunner springs up. A few of us chuckle knowingly. Gunner’s always trying to fuck with people, and this is sure to be no exception.

  A couple seconds later, he comes back in with Bullet. “I thought it would be better to bring them in separately,” he announces to us in a low, somber voice as he closes the door. Taking his lead, the rest of us nod and do our best to look serious.

  Bullet glances around the room, taking it all in. Like any prospect, he’s never been in the chapel before. He looks appropriately humbled, and stands before us, back straight, hands clasped behind him.

  “Prospect,” Rock rumbles, “We just took our vote. And a lot of the brothers supported you.” He pauses. “But as you know, a vote to patch in a prospective member has to be unanimous.”

  Bullet’s face crumples just slightly, but he squares his chin and looks Rock in the eye.

  “I understand,” he says, and nods once. “I’m sorry to hear that. Is… is there any chance of a re-vote, further down the line, or is this it?”

  Angel snorts and leans back. “Not sure why you’d want a re-vote, brother, since this one got you in.”

  Bullet blinks, and looks at Angel. It’s obvious he’s trying to keep his face completely neutral. “You mean…”

  “Goddamnit, Angel,” Gunner complains. “You suck at letting people twist in the wind.”

  “That’s right, brother,” Rock smirks. “You’re in. Repeat after me. “I, Bullet Lamarr, do solemnly swear…”

  Bullet recites his oath half in a daze. When he finishes, Gunner barks, “Okay, brother, now sit the fuck down. The rest of you fuckers, try to do a better job with Lug Nut than you did with Bullet.”

  Lug Nut comes in, we fuck with his head for as long as we can manage it, and eventually put him out of his misery. He’s laughing like hell by the end of it, and he raises his hand and takes the oath, while the rest of us look on, each of us no doubt remembering the day when we were patched in ourselves. It’s a solemn but happy moment, one I remember like it was yesterday.

  But the solemnity doesn’t last long. Once Lug Nut’s been patched in, Rock bangs the gavel and the meeting’s over. The brothers go over to the new patches one by one, clapping them on the back or shaking their hands. Laughter resounds through the room.

  “Congratulations, brother,” I say to each of them, giving them a hand shake and a nod.

  “Thanks, brother,” Bullet grins back. “Shit, it feels good to say that. I’m not gonna lie, I’m glad prospecting is over.”

  “Yeah,” Gunner jokes, “maybe now the club girls will give you the time of day.”

  Lug Nut looks like Gunner just told him he’s won the lottery. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” he murmurs. “I think I’m gonna go test that theory right now.”

  Then someone opens the door, and we all file out toward the bar, where the party of the year is already brewing. It’s gonna be a night to remember.

  18

  Sydney

  I
spend the next few hours in a post-coital haze, so blissed out that I’m almost sure my customers can tell I recently spent twenty minutes in my back office having what has got to be the best sex of my entire life. The only way I could feel more conspicuous is if I literally had on a T-shirt that had “I just had two mind-blowing orgasms!” emblazoned on the front.

  My good mood continues most of the afternoon, and into the evening. It’s so obvious that even Hailey notices as soon as she comes in for her closing shift.

  “You’re really happy today,” she remarks. “What’s up with you?”

  “Oh, nothing,” I say with a shrug. “It’s just a nice day out, so I’m in a good mood.”

  Hailey stops what she’s doing and cocks her head at me. “Are you serious?” she asks, her hands on her hips. I turn toward the front window.

  It’s raining. I hadn’t noticed.

  “I mean, we need the rain,” I say hastily. “So that’s nice, right?”

  Hailey purses her lips. “You’re full of shit,” she says bluntly. “Something’s happened. And you’re not telling me.”

  “I’m your boss, young lady. I have no obligation to tell you a thing.”

  “Oh, my God, something did happen!” She’s triumphant. “Something happened with the hot biker guy! Am I right? I’m right, aren’t I?”

  Dammit. I’d been hoping to avoid the subject of Brick with Hailey, especially since the night he came to the shop and I told her to leave. I should have known it would be impossible. Like most teen girls, she loves gossip, especially about the male of the species.

  “Nothing happened!” I exclaim, rolling my eyes. My dad raised me to have a good poker face, but I can tell I’m not fooling Hailey for a minute.

  “Oh, come on! Tell me! I promise I won’t tell another soul.” She gives me such a serious, earnest look that I almost burst out laughing.

  “Hailey. Listen to me,” I repeat. “Nothing. Happened.”

  “Fine. Be a killjoy,” she sighs with a toss of her lavender ponytail. “I’ll just use my imagination.”