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CHAPTER

THREE

Rayleigh

I’m not sure when my grief turns into an overwhelming, animalistic need for Brick, but his hands are igniting a fiery need deep inside.

“Brick?” I whisper. I’m still a bit unsure as far as initiating sex so I hope he’ll be able to figure out what I’m needing from him.

“What, Ray?” he replies, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

“Can we, um, is it wrong, dammit, I don’t know how to say this,” I exclaim, so frustrated I ball my hands into fists.

“You need me to show you you’re still alive, sweetheart?” he questions.

“Yes.” My tone is now breathy because his hands have traveled underneath my nightshirt, stroking my bare skin, which pebbles with every brush of his fingers.

“We can do that, sweetheart, and it’s not wrong. Nothing we do together will ever be wrong, do you understand?” His tone is fierce, so I nod in agreement.

Since it’s been so intense, I look at him and softly confess what I’m visualizing, “I think it would be romantic under the tree, don’t you?”

A grin lights up his face and he nods. “Let me get a blanket laid down so you don’t get any rug burns.”

He rolls out of bed, and I admire his muscled physique. He’s wearing boxer briefs which showcase his thick, juicy thighs and firm ass. I can feel my face heating up as my eyes continue to roam his body. Wide, broad shoulders that taper down to a waist which is framed with a gazillion pack which is way more than the standard six-pack. His Adonis belt has me salivating and when he turns after putting the thick comforter he grabbed from the bottom of the bed onto the floor near the sparkling lit tree, I can see the evidence of his desire in the thick, pulsing bulge.

“Keep licking your lips like that and you’re gonna be on your knees,” he smirkingly teases, stalking toward where I’m already sitting up in the bed.

Before I can say anything in rebuttal, he scoops me up then deposits me softly onto my feet.

As I slowly kneel before him, he stops me. “Wait.”

Huh. Well, I wasn’t expecting to be rejected so thoroughly. I know I haven’t really gone down on him all that much so I’m sure my technique leaves much to be desired, but right now, I’m feeling a bit… bereft. Tears start to well when I feel him kneel before me then stand again. Looking down, I see a pillow.

“What’s this?” I ask, my voice shaky with wrought emotion.

“My ol’ lady may kneel before me but she’s gonna do it in comfort,” he advises.

When he goes to slide his briefs down, I stop him. “Nuh uh, that’s for me to do,” I sass. “It’s my present to unwrap. I’ve got this, Brick.”

“Fuck yeah, you do,” he moans as my hands glide up his muscular thighs until I reach the apex of his waist. Slowly, ever so methodically slow, I ease them down his legs, his hard dick jutting outward and nearly smacking me in the face.

“Trying to blind me, I see,” I tease once he’s kicked his briefs to the side. “Let’s see what happens when you do that.”

I set about making him feel as good as he does me when he’s going down on me. As my hands massage his legs in a sensual manner, I’m kissing along his Adonis belt, going all around his massive hardon, which is steadily dripping with precum.

“Rayleigh,” he warns when I flick my tongue across the crown then moan as his flavor hits my tongue.

I’ve read where some are musky, some are sweet, some are tart, but Brick’s essence is out of this world leaking out his masculinity. Latching on, I draw him into my mouth as far as I can, then use my hands to stroke in a continuous motion while I lave his length with my tongue.

Over and over again, I bob up and down his thick length, varying my suction which has his legs trembling as he moans. His hands are buried in my hair at this point and the tiny bite of pain from the tug at my roots has me squirming as my core pulses. My breasts feel heavy, and I know even without looking down that my nipples could cut glass.

When I start gently massaging his ball sack, he growls, and his hands go underneath my armpits, and he pulls me to my feet before he ravishes my mouth. Soon, I’m the one groaning as his hands grope, pluck, and stroke me, igniting a white-hot flame of passion that’s sure to have me combusting if he doesn’t fill me soon.

“Brick,” I manage to moan. “I need you, handsome.”

“I got you, Ray,” he promises, taking us to the floor.

Looking up at his handsome face, which is fierce right now as lust overcomes him, I can see the softness thanks to the twinkling coming from the Christmas lights strewn throughout the tree. I didn’t want the ever-changing ones because they bother my eyes, but these are more subtle. They don’t flash, they ease from colors to solid muted white and right now, with the colors subtly washing over his body, he’s the most beautiful, picturesque thing I’ve ever seen.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you more,” he replies, softly kissing my upturned lips as his hand drifts from my thigh to my pussy.

My inner self is now cheering loudly; since he introduced me to the joys of physical intimacy, I crave him constantly, and right now is no different. His fingers skim between my glistening folds and while his index and middle fingers enter me, his thumb begins circling my clit.

“Keep that up and I’ll be coming before you get inside me,” I tell him.

He smirks and professes, “That was part of my master plan, sweetheart. You have no fucking idea how good it feels to have your pussy strangling my cock when I’m pounding inside you. None at all, but it’s the best fucking experience in the world. Nothing better.”

His fingers continue to piston inside me while his thumb tortuously stroking my distended clit and around it, which has my body tightening in preparation to explode. When he takes my nipple between his lips, I let go and allow my orgasm to crash through me, keening out his name as I ride the waves of euphoria.

“Brick, need you,” I pant out. He immediately moves so he’s hovering over me, his dick slotted against my entrance.

With one thrust, he’s buried balls deep and I open my eyes to see the look of sheer ecstasy on his face. “Feels so fucking good, babe,” he grinds out through his clenched teeth.

I can already feel another orgasm building as he slowly starts to move, increasing his pace while I thrust upward in an effort to increase the friction against my clit.

“Yeah, it does,” I tell him, my hands stroking along his arms and down his back.

Hell, wherever I can reach, I’m touching him at this point, my body poised to fall off the side of the biggest mountain ever. “Touch yourself, Ray,” he throatily commands.

While this is something I haven’t done before, I manage to get one of my hands between us then rub circles around my clit which also has me stroking the crown of his pistoning dick simultaneously.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my pussy starting to flutter.

“Let it go, Ray, I’ve got you,” he replies, sweat falling from his forehead onto mine. There are probably folks out there who would think that was gross, and I was one of them until Brick came along.

Not like I had any prior experience, but as I told him, I read a lot and whenever it would happen in a book, it would skeeve me out. However, every part of making love to Brick is good, even when we end up all sweaty.

As if my body was waiting for his command, an orgasm of tsunami proportions rolls through me, causing me to scream his name until I’m hoarse as I fervently clutch onto his bulging arms while my pussy constantly squeezes and releases his pounding dick.

Three thrusts later, he stills, and I feel his cum filling me to the point of overflowing. As he shudders and starts to fall downward, he manages to move in such a way that we’re still connected but I’m now nestled on top.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he manages to say. “Fucking phenomenal, babe.”

“I concur,” I reply, adopting a British accent from a show we’ve been binge watching at night. “Most delightful.”

He starts laughing and I soon join in as Calvin and Hobbes, curious about why their humans are frolicking on the floor, jump from the bed and come over to investigate.

Brick

We stay cuddled on the floor for quite some time, talking about the upcoming Christmas festivities. I know she mentioned she has more Christmas shopping left to do, but the wrapped boxes and bags underneath the tree suggest otherwise.

However, with this being the first-ever Christmas that she has any semblance of control over, I refuse to take that immense joy away from her. If she wants to overbuy and overspend, well, I’m the man blessed with enough money to provide so she can do that without any worries over how to fund her shopping spree.

She lightly shivers so I tell her, “Let’s get cleaned up, sweetheart, then get some shuteye. We’ve got lots of stuff to do in the upcoming weeks.”

Grinning, she lets me help her onto her feet, then we spend a long time cleaning up, which may or may not have involved getting down and dirty all over again.

“Pres, you need to call Church,” Hawg suggests when I walk into the common room the next morning.

“What the fuck for? We just had Church,” I ask through a clenched jaw.

“Found some follow up information on the remaining survivors of the Devil Demon Douches,” he supplies.

Looking around the area, I see that most of the guys aren’t here and accounted for, which means they’ve already left and are at work.

“Okay, send out a mass text stating that we’ll have it when work is done.” He nods his agreement, so I head into the kitchen, looking for some coffee.

I hate that I missed eating breakfast with Rayleigh, but despite her position as my ol’ lady, she still insists on working at the club businesses like she was so she ‘has her own money’ to spend or some shit. Since I love how feisty she’s become, I don’t push the issue, I just hate waking up on my own, which is somewhat ironic considering I’ve been single a long-ass time. Not only that, but even when I had longer relationships in the past, I never, not once, spent the night and for sure, no one ever spent it here with me. I wasn’t about to let a potential patch chaser sink her claws into me or get any ideas in her head that there was more than fucking.

Spotting Banshee, I make a mug of coffee and a plate of breakfast since it looks like either Stormy or Layce cooked, then head over to where he’s sitting, chowing down on his own breakfast.

“What’s that?” I ask, pointing to a mismatched stack of DVD disks and VCR tapes. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I saw a VCR.

“Old home movies.” His eyes are black rimmed as if he didn’t sleep, but there’s a light there now that’s been missing for a very long time. “Found them in my mom’s old memento box at the house and thought maybe she’d want to watch them.”

I stare at my best friend while I process what he’s said. “Shit, you don’t think that would be too much for her, do you?”

“Not sure, but she deserves to know how much she was wanted before she was born, and how much she was loved as well as treasured by all of us once she got here, don’t you think?” he asks. “I mean, believe it or not, the VCR at my folks’ place still works.”

While he stayed with us after his parents died, we kept his family home up, as we tend to do for fallen brothers, doing maintenance and shit so when he came of age, he’d have his own place. I’m sure the memories there are painful and the reason why he still mostly stays at the clubhouse, but it’s good that he has somewhere to take Rayleigh so she can learn about her past.

“Run it by her, brother. She may be my ol’ lady, but she’s your sister and not only that, but she’s also capable of making that kind of decision for herself. If you think I should be there with y’all, you know I’ve got your back.”

“Thanks, Brick. I think it would be a good idea, don’t you? She’s a lot stronger than I thought she’d be considering what you’ve told me about when she was first found.”

“She’s fucking phenomenal, Ban. Not gonna lie, wasn’t sure she’d ever decide to become my ol’ lady because I gave her that choice, but she finally did. She’s always been the one, I just had no fucking clue, you know? Not only that, but her experiences while being on her own showed her what she wanted from life and not only that, but who she was as a person. She has her own identity now.”

“Do you think she’s going to want to keep being called Rayleigh or will she ever go back to being Ryleigh?” My friend asks with a frown marring his face.

“No clue. Guess I’ll add that to the list of things I need to do, huh? You let me know when you’re going to do the movie night and I’ll be there. If any are club events, we can always show them to everyone, but she gets the first look because I’m positive it’s going to be emotional as hell.”

“You got it.”

Once the workday is over and we’re all making our way into Church, I look over my shoulder at the twins, our latest prospects, and state, “Grab a few bottles, some shot glasses, and beers then bring them on in.”

“Got it, Pres,” Jaydn replies. Of course, it could be Haydn for all I know because the fuckers are practically identical. Maybe I should just call them Thing One and Thing Two… something to ponder.

The brothers are basically bullshitting while we wait for the drinks to be brought into us when I hear, “Do y’all just sit around like this all day long?”

Glancing at the door, I see Murder, the President of the Charleston, West Virginia chapter standing there, smirking. “Don’t block the doorway, brother, get the fuck in here,” I order.

He walks on in, along with Viking, Smoke, Prodigy, and Static, which immediately has me on edge. Why would five of them show up here without any prior notification?

When the prospects return with the alcohol, I demand, “Grab some seats, Prospects. Our brothers need a place to sit.”

They quickly comply and soon, the doors are closed and we’re all sitting around the table. Slamming the gavel down, I holler, “Shut the fuck up, we’ve got shit to discuss!” As the murmurings cease, I focus on Murder and ask, “Brother, what brings you this far south? Everything alright?”

“Actually, no, it’s not,” Murder replies, “but I think your IT guy knows why we’re here.”

Hawg? What the fuck is going on right now? I feel like I was dropped in an episode of that show Rayleigh enjoys, Stranger Things, where nothing is as it seems and every other second, something weird is going on.

“Hawg?” I query, not liking the fact that I’m left swinging in the dark.

Hawg glances at both Murder and me before he focuses on his laptop screen. “Brick, gotta say, I didn’t see them showing up quite yet, but they’ve been dealing with some shit, and it involves four fuckers who are apparently the reincarnated Devil Demons MC, who now call themselves the Devil Demon Deuces MC. The sons of the men we took out all those years ago are trying to make a name for themselves in the underground drug trafficking ring. They’re into meth, as in cooking and distributing it, and plan to use the money to ‘take down those fucking Raiders’ but as you know, we’re Bastards now. Anyhow, looks like they’ve been using Murder’s established pipeline that their club uses to move their product.”

“Fuck,” I roar out. “We got some names to trace, right, Hawg? Because we’re not going to just sit around with our thumbs up our asses waiting on them to grow the balls to attack us. Not fucking happening.”

“Yeah, Pres,” Hawg answers. “Jason Hoggard, Jimmy Sanders, Jordan Weaver, and Henderson Timerson. Otherwise known as Hog, Sands, Beaver, and Clock.”

“What kind of fucking pussy names are those?” Brew asks, before bursting into laughter.

“They obviously named themselves, probably after taking a few hits off one of their pipes,” Kracken adds, causing the rest of us to join in the amusement.

Although… it’s not really funny.

We may not run drugs ourselves, but some of our brothers in other chapters do, mostly weed and maybe some pills, but fucking meth? No, none of us wanna deal with that brand of poison.

“We came to help get rid of the fuckers,” Murder rumbles out. “We’ve spent years developing our routes, so we catch no LEO attention and those motherfucking idiots, who apparently enjoy their own shit, are gonna fuck it up. Plus, they seem to be intent on taking your club on. Don’t they realize y’all have a brotherhood behind you that spans continents ?”

“Well, guess that explains why y’all are here then,” I reply. “Hawg, what else do we know about them?”