Brick

by Trixie Brewster

  “God, Amy that is horrible.” I say as I watch her.

  She nods her head. “Bear was a truly good man. You would have loved him. He was a good leader and president to the club. Brick is turning out to be just like his dad. He would be proud to see his son.” Amy said with a faraway look in her eyes.

  I took her hand. “He must have touched your life.” I tell her.

  “Yeah, he did.” She sniffed and smiled up at me. I gave her a hug. I knew all too well when someone affects you and is ripped from our lives, it not only hurts but leaves a hole that can never be filled again.

  Thoughts of my parents and my Grams fills my head. My parents took good care of my brother and I. they made sure that we had everything we needed, even if we moved all over the world with them. Dad taught me to defend myself, mom made sure to never doubt myself. Grams well she was something else, she made sure that I was true to myself, and so much more. For a few years I derailed from everything they taught me, for what a man who didn’t respect me like I needed to be. Sure, I lost seven years of my life, but I also gained two amazing kids, I wouldn’t change anything except who their father is or was.

  Sure, I wish that I could have seen all the signs, but I just wanted to find the love that my parents had, and that Grams had found before she took us on. After my granddad died, she found love again. She never told me who he was, or even where she found him. But she said that the love that they shared was amazing. That it was off the charts type of love. But when my parents died, she had to make a choice, us or him. She chose us, and she never got the chance to see him again, he passed away before my brother graduated, and shortly after my brother graduated, she passed. I feel that it was from a broken heart. The only name I have is Charlie. I found the letters that they shared over the years that she was raising us. Their plan, after my brother graduated, she was going to move to where he was. I hate that my parents died together. They had a full life in front of them. But what upset me the most was that Grams didn’t get to finish her love story.

  When people leave us for good from this pane of existence, they leave us with memories and sometimes lessons that we don’t learn until they are gone. And when you need to talk to them, you just can’t and it hurts. Like right now I wish I could phone my Grams and ask her what to do about Brick. I can hear her response already. ‘Child, if you feel good, then go with the flow. You never where you will wind up. Just let the flow take you.’

  “Amy, hun I have a question to ask you.” I start, not knowing if Amy is ready for this or not.

  She sits up and wipes her tears from her face. “Sure, what is it?” she gives me a weak smile.

  “Alright, if you want to do something for a friend, but not let them know, and you know it will make them happy, but it kind of interferes with their lives. Do you go ahead and do it?”

  “Well, it depends, will it be a good inference?”

  I think for a minute. I am pretty sure it would be. “Yeah, it would be.”

  “Then you go ahead and do it.” Amy smiles and then laughs.

  “What is so funny, Amy this was a serious question.”

  “I know, I know it was, but hearing you doubt yourself, it just doesn’t sound like you.”

  “Well, miss Amy, some days I do doubt my choices.” I laugh at myself. “Now get out of here, I have some hell to raise.” I make a motion of shooing her out of my apartment. She laughs and gets up to leave. Once she is gone, I power up my laptop and login to the surrogate website I found. Yep that’s right I found a couple of places that would be more than willing to help out Amy and Stink Eye.

  Interfering with my new besties life, I sure hope it goes well. After writing my letter of recommendation to the center, and make my plea to help out Amy, I power down my laptop and get ready for bed.

  I find myself thinking about what Brick had planned for me tomorrow. He said he would take care of the floor problem. Hopefully that means he still wants me and I didn’t scare him away. But truth be told fucking on the floor is erotic but hurts after a while. I am almost positive that I have back burn from the tiles.

  Chapter 11

  Korey

  Today was a slow day, although slow days might be a bad thing. It wasn’t for Brick and I. I have no idea what we are doing, I get that we are becoming fuck buddies in a good term. I told him I didn’t want a relationship, and I meant it at the time. But I am beginning to have second guesses at my ideas of not dating.

  But how do you tell a man, that you are banging in his office on a daily basis for the past week, that you want more. There has been a few conversations, but here lately he has been booked. I only get to talk to him over a short lunch. The rest of our free time has been spent getting to know each others bodies.

  I have discovered that raking my nails down his chest is a huge turn on. I tried it three days ago and it was explosive. I raked my nails down his chest and the growl I got was low, “Korey.” He warned me so I did it again, my clothes came off so fast my head was left spinning. “Are you just wanting me to fuck you senseless?” he asked me, my response was breathless. “That was the point.” I thought our first time was mind blowing, well mind officially blown, he fucked me senseless that night.

  I want to know more about Brick, like what his given name is, what happened with his parents. What his favorite memory is of them. I guess I want to know more and everything about the man that is making his way into my heart. I have tried to tell myself that I am just a toy and one day, maybe soon, or hopefully not, that he will get bored of me.

  “Got us some subs today.” Brick announces as he gets back from the food run. “Got you extra pickles.” He smiles as he rounds the counter. He drops the bag on the counter and starts to kiss my neck. I want to lean into him, but I am on a mission today. It might the only day that is this slow.

  “Alright, Romeo. I am hungry. Let’s eat first.” I try, hoping he takes the bait.

  “Hungry huh?” he responds a he nips my earlobe.

  “Yep, very.” I shake my head. “Brick seriously.” I tell him, I don’t want to shove him off me, but he relents his advances. He pulls the subs out of the bag and sets them down on my little desk. Looking at it, brings back the memories from last night. Yep I got it bad. I shiver at the thoughts of what we did on my desk.

  “You cold?” he asks as he lifts an eyebrow at me.

  “Nah, So Brick, what is your real name?” I try.

  He lets out a laugh. “Korey, if you wanted to talk, all you had to do was say so. My given name is Anthony, Anthony Brigade.”

  I try his name on my lips. “Anthony huh. So why the name Brick?” I ask him. I take a bite of my sub as I wait for him to tell me.

  He shrugs his shoulders. “Brick is my road name, I got it when I was prospecting. I got in a fight with one of members, he said I throw a right hook, like I have bricks for hands. The other guys started calling me Brick, plus of my size.” He took a bite of his sub. The silence gave me a little time to take in what he told me. I watched him a little closer, he looked like an Anthony.

  “You ever have a nickname?” Brick broke the silence. I smile at the thought of what my Grams called me.

  “Yeah, Moon child, sometimes wild child. Just depending on what I was doing.” He laughed.

  “I could see you being a wild child growing up. I bet you gave your parents a run for their money.”

  “Who me, no. That was Mav’s job not mine. Plus, we moved around too much. You know Army brat and all of that. I didn’t get to settle any roots until after they died. Grams made sure that I didn’t get too wild.”

  “Sorry to hear that. I lost my parents too.” I didn’t want to tell him that I knew that.

  “It sucks, but I guess life just happens. My Grams always said that the universe doesn’t give us what we can’t handle.” I smiled at him. I could tell that his loss was still hurting him. I can’t imagine losing both parents and thinking that there could have been foul play. My parents had a bad wreck on the highway. N
o foul play at all.

  “Yeah, your Grams sounds like a smart lady.” I laughed at him. “You have no idea, she was what you would call a hippie. He had a quote or life lesson for everything that happened. I really miss her. I thought my parents dying when I was a teen, was bad. But losing her, well that was harder.”

  Brick reaches out and puts a hand on my arm. “I know how you feel. Losing my parents was hard on me. I was an adult and a fully patched member. I was almost twenty-five when I lost them. Becoming president wasn’t easy. Having to make decisions and deal with my grief. It sucked.” My heart went out to him. I could relate, after Grams died, I still had Sadie to think about, and trying to keep my marriage afloat it wasn’t easy.

  Brick took a deep breath before he continued. “I used to think my old man was invincible. I mean I knew one day, it would be his last, but he was strong, ya know. He was a good president, good leader, father and well he was just good at everything he did. My ma, now that hurt more than losing my old man. She was, well she was something else. So many people looked up to both of them.” Brick nodded his head a few times. Before looking at me, my heart was breaking thinking about what he went though. “What was worse, is that there was a possibility that there was foul play. Not from within the club, but another club, The Sons of Grimm. They never said that they did it, but well there was, never mind.”

  “I can’t, I can’t even imagine.” My voice broke on the last word. Even though I knew about his parents death, hearing Brick, Anthony Brigade tell me, to hear the pain in his voice was my undoing.

  “Korey, its in the past. No sense in getting upset over me.”

  “I’m not upset, just sad that you had to go through that. I don’t matter how old a person is when they lose a parent it hurts. Grams always told me that they live on.” I tapped my temple. “She said to talk about the people we lost and remember the fun memories.” I tried to smile at him.

  “I don’t need a therapist Korey.” His one took a hard edge. That told me he was through talking about the past. Time for a subject change.

  “Of course you don’t. So, tell me about your bike.”

  Brick smiled and pointed to the parking lot. “That is my Harley. Something that every person needs to experience at least once in his/her life.”

  “Is that so.” I taunt him with a smile.

  “Damn right it is, you rode on the back of it. What did it mean to you?” I don’t know if he remembered that night or not. But I felt my temperature rise thinking about our first time. I tapped my chin more out of nervousness this time instead of thinking about how I felt. All I could think about was him, the feeling of his abs under my hands as he drove around the city.

  “Um, well, it was, well it was fun.” Was all I could come up with.

  “Fun, hah, that was all it was, just fun.” The look in his eyes was a cross of fun and simmering lust. Yep he was thinking about it to.

  “Well, it was more than fun, I guess. It was like freedom. Like flying instead of being stuck on the earth. It was, well it was kind of therapeutic.”

  “That is why we ride, the freedom. Going a hundred down the free way having the air hitting you in the face. That is freedom, that is flying. Plus roaring down the highway it feels like we are giving the man the finger.” The look he has when he talks about riding is almost boyish, the lust is still in his eyes, but his features take on a look that the best way to describe it is pure happiness.

  “Riding makes you happy.” I state out loud.

  “You know what make me happier don’t you?” he asks his features taking on a fierce look. I gulp and shake my head. “Riding you and knowing that you can’t even look at your desk without thinking about what we did.” It felt like the heater was turned up to a thousand degrees.

  “And. And that makes you happy?”

  “More than happy.” He leans forward and whispers. “One day, I will fuck you while you are bent over my bike.” The mental image that hits me, make my underwear soaking wet. I didn’t think I wanted anything more in my life. But at that moment I wanted Brick to do it, I wanted him to be buried deep in my and pulling my hair.

  All I can do is nod my head in agreement. I am speechless, I am scared to open my mouth, because the only thing I can think of is ‘please, please Brick. Do it fuck me over your bike.’ Yep can’t have that come out.

  “Don’t worry, wild child, I make good on my promises.”

  “Damn” was all that came out.

  “You got anymore questions for me?” I shook my head at him. I don’t know if he was just trying to get me to shut up, or what. But when his lips meet mine I was gone. All thoughts about trying to get to know Brick Anthony Brigade was gone.

  He lifted me out of my chair with ease. I would have thought I would be used to his strength, but it still takes me by surprise. After I made the comment about fucking on the floor, the next day I came in to be fucked on a twin mattress in the break room that I hadn’t noticed.

  Yep he listened to me, sure we only fucked in the office, and yes I wanted more, but hey a girl sometimes has to take what she can get. I felt my body dip as my back met the mattress. My shirt was lifted over my head and I found his cut and slipped if off his shoulders, then I fumbled with his shirt. He chuckled as I ran my hands over his chest.

  Brick found my neck and kissed his way down to my bra, I heard the snick of it being released. His hot mouth found my hard nipple, my head thrown back and a low moan in my throat. He sucked a little harder that he knew would wind me up tight and ready for an orgasm. Today I was wearing shorts with a black tank top. “New rule, you have to wear these everyday.” Brick announced as I felt his fingers go under my shorts. I gasped even though I knew what he was doing to me as his fingers found their way in me. “Fuck, me, your so fucking wet.” He murmured in my neck. I found his belt buckle and got it undone in record time. The comment about the bike has me in need of his touch, in need of his cock.

  With is pants gone, my shorts and thong followed to the floor. I heard the sound of the foil wrapper being torn and my pussy gave a pulse of anticipation. I didn’t just want this I needed this, I needed his cock. He was my new drug and I needed it more every day. I pushed the thoughts of him not wanting me one day, in the far recesses of my brain.

  Brick pushed into me moaning at he sunk into me to the hilt. He paused and kissed me hard and long before he started moving in me. The pace he set wasn’t slow, he was giving me what I needed. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he continued to thrust into me. my head hit the wall, he had moved us up the mattress with the force he was fucking me with. He hit that spot again and again. “Anthony, Anthony.” I yelled out.

  “Say it again.” He growled out. With the force of the orgasm I screamed out

  “Anthony, yes, yes!” I felt his cock swell with his come, His pace sped up and his cock pulsed his release in me.

  “Fuck, Korey, fuck, scream my name like that every time.”

  I didn’t mean for his given name to slip out, it just did. I was kind of relieved that he didn’t get upset with me saying his name in bed. I didn’t know if it was taboo or something. I really needed to get more information about the club, rules or whatever they are called.

  He waited for a minute before he slipped out and laid down next to me. I turned to look at him. Brick was looking at the ceiling, he seemed like he was deep in thought about something. I took that moment to look at him. He had a close shaved beard going on today, his hair was longer on top that on the sides. But the sides were cut close to his head. He had perfect dark eyebrows and his nose was straight with the perfect angle. His lips, oh what those lips could do to me. he turned his face to me and smirked. “Like what you see, beautiful?” he asked.

  My lips pursed at him. That smirk was the sexiest look I have ever seen on a man. And he was all man, not just in bed but all the time. “Maybe” I teased. He leaned closer into me.

  “Maybe, I need to make it a yes.” He growled. His brown eyes bore in me as he str
addled me. I was pinned down by his weight on me. The smile he gave me should be a sin for a man to have. My insides always dipped when he smiled.

  What he did next was not what anyone would have expected a big bad biker to do. He tickled my ribs. “No, no, don’t” I tried to move away from him but I couldn’t. The laughs that came out of me couldn’t be stopped. “Brick, please.” I tried begging; it didn’t help. He kept on tickling me.

  “I not going to stop, I have about an hour, I don’t plan on stopping ‘till I get the answer I want.” The peals of laughter coming from me was getting breathless.

  “You know I like what I see.” I tried to get out, before I started giggling again. He stopped and leaned into me, I was trying to catch my breath, we were still naked on the little mattress. The kiss that he gave me was tender, and few pecks later he pulled back and smirked at me again. “Good. Cause I like what I see too.”

  I was stunned to hear it. Sure, he called me beautiful and that he couldn’t enough of me, but hearing his reply made my stomach do flip flops in my belly. I am not a person that has to have compliments, but hearing it from him did something to me.

  The bell above the door rang out. The spell was broken between us as we scrambled to get our clothes on. I laughed as he looked for his other boot. I left the break room before he did. Going back to work mode with what I was sure was a silly smile on my face.

  Chapter 12

  Brick

  The sex Korey and I shared was something short of knock your socks off mind blowing. That woman was creeping into my pores. When I was around her, which was five day a week, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her body. I was doing shit like tickling her, so I could hear her laugh. Making sure I got extra pickles on her sandwiches and burgers when I went on a food run. Yep I was getting pussy whipped and I didn’t give a shit.