Brick: Blacktop Renegades (BRMC Book 2)

by Chelsea Handcock

  “Whoa, I don’t know about this.”

  “Shhh… If you don’t like it, I’ll take them off, but babe, I already warned you about what was going to happen. Don’t you remember?” His lips feathered across her ear and shivers of delight skated over her skin. Maybe being bound for him wouldn’t be so bad. His lips moved down to her neck as his hand skimmed up her inner thigh, rubbing in slow circles.

  “I locked the door to the stairs.” Her breath hitched as he nibbled at the spot just between her neck and shoulder.

  “I cut the power to the building, so the elevator won’t work.” Ryan noticed the scent of vanilla in the dark room, along with the flicker of candlelight. It was beautiful. His fingers teased at the sensitive flesh between her thighs that was already wet and waiting for him.

  “I turned off both our phones.” One hand came up, and Brick turned her head his way, taking her mouth quickly, the kiss hot, deep, and wet. When they finally broke apart, they were both panting for breath.

  “No one is going to interrupt us this time. I’m going to play with your amazing body for as long as I want, then I’m going to make you mine.”

  “Oh God… please!”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Brick got off the bed and took a step back before he lost control completely. He had never lost control with a woman before, but Ryan was special. She always seemed to take him to the point where rational thought disappeared, and all that was left was his primal nature. Seeing her unravel in front of him hadn’t done a lot for his control. He’d be lucky to last thirty seconds once he got inside her, but he wanted to make this good for both of them, and that meant taking a step back, just for a second.

  Ryan groaned and pulled at the cuffs, making him smile. Her silky strawberry-blonde hair was tousled around her face, and her lips were swollen and red from the kisses they had shared. She was gorgeous, cuffed to the bed, open, willing, and waiting for whatever he wanted to do—breathtaking. If he stayed there a second longer, he would be pounding inside her. His chest already bare, he pulled a condom out of his wallet and threw it on the bed before unzipping his jeans and letting them fall to the ground. When his dick popped free of its denim prison, Ryan’s eyes went wide, then clouded with lust as she licked her lips. Fuck, he remembered what that sweet mouth felt like. His cock, never so hard, stood from his body, thickly veined and throbbing. Christ, he would be lucky to last thirty seconds once he got inside her, and a quick fuck was not the plan. Maybe he just needed to take the edge off.

  Crawling up the bed, Brick made sure to stop and savor every inch of Ryan with his mouth, teeth, and tongue. When he got to the top of the bed, he got up on his knees, pushing pillows beneath her head, so she was propped at a good angle. Bending down, he took her mouth in a hot kiss, his tongue sliding inside and warring with hers before pulling back.

  “That mouth of yours is lethal, but I have other plans for it right now.” Ryan smiled, glancing down at his straining dick.

  “Anything you want, Brick.”

  Brick ran his fingers through her hair and straddled her, so his cock was lined up with her lips.

  “I’ve been dreaming of having that sexy mouth on me again, swallowing me whole.”

  Licking her lips, her tongue flicked out and lapped at the drop of precum beaded on the head of his dick. Brick had to tighten his leg muscles just to stay in position again, and it was his turn to groan.

  “Take me, Ryan. Let me fuck your mouth.” When she opened her mouth, that sweet little tongue circled the head lightly, taking time to play with his piercing before her plump lips closed around him, sucking lightly.

  “Fuck! That’s it, baby, take me.” Brick’s grip on her head tightened as he guided her to take more of him, pumping his dick in and out of her mouth in short quick strokes. He noticed her hesitation every time he pushed in a little further. When her eyes fluttered shut and she relaxed her throat, swallowing against him, Brick’s head fell back on his shoulders.

  “Fucking hell, Ryan,” Brick groaned. “That’s it. Damn, babe, your mouth is heaven and hell. I’m not going to last.” Brick was holding on by a string, sweat forming on his forehead, all his muscles tight and trembling, and his breath coming out in harsh pants. When Ryan swirled her tongue around the head of his cock on his backward stroke, her lips tightening around him as she moaned, the vibrations added an extra sensation, and his hands tightened on her scalp.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come.” Ryan moaned again, swallowing against him as jets of his cum coated her throat as he yelled out her name. It took him several seconds to release the grip on her head and pull his still hard cock from her mouth.

  Brick looked down at the amazing woman. She had just swallowed him down like she’d been born to suck his dick and damn if he wasn’t already looking forward to her doing it again, but they had a lifetime. Right now, he wanted to be inside her. The last few weeks had been pure torture, holding back when all he wanted to do was sink into her tight body, but he wasn’t holding back anymore. Brick was going to give her everything.

  He kissed her briefly, his fingers skimming down her body, sinking them into the drenched folds between her legs, first one, then two, pushing them in and pulling them back out, repeating the motions over and over again as he sipped at her lips. Trailing his lips down to her neck to her shoulder, when his mouth clamped around her nipple, his teeth scraped against the sensitive bud, and her back arched off the bed as her hands struggled against her bonds.

  “Shh, I’m not even close to being done savoring this gorgeous body.” Brick gathered some of her natural lubricant on his fingers, trailing them back to the tiny puckered hole of her ass, circling it and waiting to see if she would deny him, but when she moaned his name, Brick slipped his finger inside the tight confines. “You want me here,” he whispered, gathering more moisture from her pussy and bringing it back, this time pushing two fingers inside. “You’re squeezing my fingers like you don’t want to let me go. You’ll do the same to my cock, tightening around it as I fuck you.

  “Brick!” Ryan’s body trembled, her hips coming off the bed and pushing against his hand, eager for his penetration. His mouth surrounded her nipple once more, sucking in time to the rhythm of his fingers. Ryan came undone. Her ass clenched around his fingers, and her pussy became even wetter, drenching his hand. Brick drank her in until the spasms stopped, and she collapsed against the bed. Her eyes were half-closed, and he could see her heart pounding beneath those amazing breasts. His balls were drawn up tight.

  “Please, Brick,” she begged. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  Brick didn’t have to be asked twice. Positioning his body between her thighs, his cock jutting out fiercely, he grabbed the condom and tore into the wrapping, sliding on the thin piece of latex. Then lifting her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulders, his eyes met hers, and they both groaned in surrender as he plunged his dick inside her for the first time, right to the hilt. The sensations hitting him were too much, causing him to hold completely still. The cum in his balls was boiling to the point of explosion, but he wasn’t ready for this to end yet. Her inner muscles quivering around him, Brick gritted his teeth, trying to maintain the last bit of control he had, even as sweat dripped from his temples and his own body started to quake.

  “Damn, you feel too good, Ryan.” His voice was so harsh, he barely recognized it. Ryan’s face was flushed, her breathing just as irregular as his own. Dropping her legs from his shoulders, he arched over her, bracing his arms on either side of her body. His mouth went to her breast as he pummeled in and out of her wet heat, and her inner walls clenched around his dick as his teeth scraped across her nipple. Brick wanted to hold out, long enough to give Ryan as much pleasure as possible, Brick slid his thumb over her clit, pressing down on the taut bud, and her inner muscles rippled. Brick cursed, changing the angle of his thrusts, so they were shallower, hitting a spot that had her jerking against him, wrapping her legs tight around his waist. Sweat dripped from his templ
es, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

  “Now, Ryan! Now!” The ripples around his cock started in slow undulations, then grew to pulsing waves as the orgasm exploded through her body. She screamed his name as he continued to drive into her, tightened like a vise around him. There was nothing he could do to hold back his own release. His back bowed, and his skin tightened as he shot stream after stream of hot cum. Brick collapsed on top of her, barely having the forethought to catch his weight on his arm before he crushed her. Ryan laid limp beneath him, her eyes closed, and her breathing ragged. A smile twitched at his lip as he released her wrists from the restraints and laid down beside her.

  “Jesus, why did we wait so long to do that?”

  Brick laughed, pulling her closer to his body.

  “It sure as fuck wasn’t for lack of trying on my part,” he joked.

  Ryan lightly slapped his chest. “Hey, you know what they say?”

  “Yeah, what’s that?”

  “All the best things in life are worth the wait, but next time, clue me in. I can control this whole building with my phone, and although the cuffs were a nice addition, I wasn’t going anywhere. Brick, I love you.”

  Brick bent his head to kiss her forehead. Her words settled into his chest. They didn’t freak him out, and he realized he had wanted to hear them all along. Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down at Ryan’s beautiful face and knew he could do this for the rest of his life and not have a single regret.

  “You know I love you, right?” Ryan cupped his cheek before her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling him forward and kissing him deeply. His dick already stirring, he pulled back and smacked his lips against hers. “And if you think I’m letting you go now after I’ve felt how you fit my cock like a glove, you’re in for a hell of a surprise.”

  “That’s all it would have taken?” Ryan laughed. “Damn, I knew we should have done this weeks ago.”

  They both startled and sat up when a huge crash sounded in the other room, then the sound of booted feet stomping against the concrete. Brick had barely gotten the sheet up and over Ryan before the guys of the BRMC barged into their bedroom, guns drawn and pointing at them, looks of stunned disbelief on all their faces when they figured out what was going on.

  “Shit, you have got to be kidding me,” Caine yelled before putting his gun down, hitting Junior. “Asshole.”

  Ryan’s giggles quickly turned into full-blown belly laughs.

  “At least our life together will never be boring.”

  “Hey Ryan, do you think you’re going to be done anytime soon? I’m kind of hungry, and I thought…” Junior’s voice trailed off.

  “Get the fuck out! I’m not nearly done with my ol’ lady, asshole!”

  Ryan stopped laughing and looked right at him.

  “Ol’ Lady, huh?”

  Brick pulled her back down on the bed, removing the sheet between them, settling on top of her.

  “Well, I was thinking since I love you and you’re not going anywhere, I might want to put that ring on your finger, a patch on your back, and call you mine. What do you think?”

  “Fuck yeah!”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “No!” London slumped down into the seat in front of his desk. “Come on, Caine, it’s only a couple of weeks. What could Joss coming here possibly hurt? I’d have her stay at the cabin, but you already said that was a no-go for Axel and me, so I’m assuming it would be a no-go for her, too.”

  Caine had pulled them all in, wanting his club close. They weren’t on lockdown, but each and every member was keeping close to home or rather the home Ryan had helped create for them. The warehouse was awesome, even better than the previous building, and with the updates they had made and the safeguards they had put into place, even safer.

  Caine was even happy for his brothers, finding women like Ryan and London. They were putting down roots, and for whatever time he had left, Caine hoped he could help them dig those roots deeper, so no matter what came their way, they would hold firm. As happy as he was for them, he didn’t want any more problems right now, and Joss Phillips was a big-ass problem. He didn’t know her personally, but from the few short phone conversations when London first came to the club for help, he knew he didn’t like her. She was snarky, hardheaded, and a pain in the ass, one her daddy needed to take care of, not Caine.

  “You can sit there and pout as much as you want, London, the answer is still no. I’m not Axel, and I’m sure as fuck not Brick.”

  “Listen, she just needs a place to lie low for a couple of weeks without Ajax breathing down her neck. If she can’t do it here, what about your place?”

  Caine raised his eyebrow. They all knew his place wasn’t conducive to anyone staying there. It was a dump. He should have just said no again. London got a shit-eating grin on her face, and he knew he was in for it.

  “You know, Joss owns her own business. She buys houses, rehabs them, and flips them for a profit. She’s really good at it. Why not, instead of just letting her stay, hire her to fix up your house? I can even come up with a budget that won’t break the bank, and if she is working on it, all those letters from the town will stop coming in daily about fixing your monstrosity. See win-win. I can even get you references and pictures from other projects she’s done. Besides, you’re not even staying there, so she won’t be in the way or bothering you, and... You don’t have to worry about watching out for her because Joss always comes with her own set of bikers. Plus, if it all works out, Ajax will owe you one. See, win-win.”

  Ryan burst into his office, taking the seat next to London.

  “I want a pool.”

  “What?” Caine was already rethinking his previous thought.

  “I want a pool. The guys said I couldn’t have one where I wanted it because it needs to go by your little dungeon space, and I would have to bring in a pool builder to make it happen. Again, something you have to approve, Prez.”

  “Oh, I like that idea. An indoor pool would be awesome!” London said, practically bouncing in her chair like a little kid and not an almost thirty-year-old woman.

  “Do you have any idea how much it would cost to put a pool in the basement of this place?”

  “Yeah, it doesn’t matter.” Ryan waved her hands in the air. “Still want a pool.” Ryan crossed her arms over her chest. “Sedona’s got a pool, why can’t we?”

  “Sedona paid for her own pool, and it’s in her backyard, not her basement.”

  Caine could not believe he was having this conversation right now. He was the President of an MC, not a… hell, he didn’t know what.

  “The money isn’t a problem. I just need permission.”

  Caine really looked at Ryan. One thing they hadn’t been able to nail down was how much money she actually had. He knew her video games were state-of-the-art, and she was paid residuals depending on how well they sold. Those records filtered through one of her many shell companies, so they hadn’t gotten any firm financials.

  “How much money do you actually have?”

  “Well…” Ryan looked at her fingernails. “Not counting the cool mil I got for hacking into your club from Perez…”

  “I think it is kind of fitting that that monster paid for all this,” London responded.

  “Me, too,” Ryan agreed, looking at London, then looked back at Caine. “To answer your question, that wasn’t the first job I’ve taken, plus my games have been in the top ten for over ten years, so I can afford the pool.”

  “Oh, Caine, should ask you for a loan. I’m trying to get him to let Joss come and fix up his house.”

  They had recently found out Ryan was also related to Ajax and Joss Phillips. Caine was starting to think maybe being a nomad hadn’t been such a bad thing. His world kept getting smaller.

  “Oh, awesome, you should so do it! I’ll even pay for it if you let me have a pool.”

  Caine looked out his door just in time to see Axel’s head move back. He knew damn well,
those fuckers were standing out there, laughing their asses off. Getting up, he put on his cut and grabbed his keys. Stopping just before he got to the door, he said loud enough for everyone to hear.

  “Fine, Ryan, you can have your pool, and London, Joss can come and visit for as long as she wants, but... Brick gets to manage the construction and security of the pool build, Axel is in charge of the rehab at my house, and just for shits and giggles, let’s make Roo and Junior responsible for Joss. What do you think?” As expected, he heard the groans and curses from the guys outside the door, but the girls were beaming at him. They started to talk excitedly about what they were going to do when Joss got there as Caine walked out the door facing his brothers’ disgruntled faces.

  “Next time, handle your own women. Payback’s a bitch, assholes.” Laughing, he left the clubhouse. He had somewhere to be, another problem to take care of that wouldn’t nearly be as pleasant.

  Caine balanced his motorcycle between his legs and for a minute, just looked at what they were creating. Ryan had done good with the warehouse, but he and the boys had added special touches, like the twelve-foot security fence and the guardhouse where a prospect was even now armed and ready. Caine was pissed about what happened to the other building. Perez would pay for that fully, but that place was bought in minutes with no planning or consideration, except it was big enough. This one felt right, even with the crazy ladies in residence.

  Caine kicked back the kickstand and revved up his baby, the engine roaring to life. Now, this was home to him. Pulling out, he nodded to the prospect who opened up the gate, and Caine hit the blacktop. Nothing compared to the feeling of riding his bike, not even sex. It was a mix of freedom, exhilaration, adrenaline, and anxiety, and Caine thrived on it. Twisting the throttle, he opened her up even further. His baby never let him down, always did what he wanted, and never held him back. The RPMs amped-up, and he switched gears with his foot until he was cruising the open blacktop. For miles and miles, he let the feeling of peace and pleasure course through his body, but just like all good things, they eventually came to an end. Turning onto an unmarked road, Caine pulled his bike next to the black sedan parked in the middle of nowhere, Kentucky.