Page 39 of Property of Brute & Axl
Focusing on my breathing, I walk up to where Axl stands next to his bike, speaking to Swamp and pointing to the mechanics shop next door. Rubbing my hands up the front of his body, his eyes immediately seize mine.
Gripping my wrists, our gazes remain locked as he continues to speak with Swamp. “Let him know his bike is done, and I’ll be there in a bit.” Licking my lips, his eyes follow the movement, darkening with need for my silent offering.
Swamp senses the tension between us and laughs. “Don’t keep him too long. He’s been bitching for a couple of days now, and I’m ready to pop him in the mouth.”
“Whatever,” Axl mutters, one hand sliding around my back and up my shirt while the other grips my throat. I melt like molten chocolate and moan loud enough that I’m heard behind us. “What has gotten into you?” Axl nuzzles his nose against my cheek before licking me up like his favorite candy.
“The motorcycle.” I gasp when Brute shuffles in at my back, one hand slipping into my hair and the other holding my throat under Axl’s. They could squeeze and cease my breathing if they wanted to. It’s part of the thrill—knowing that they could but won’t. “Seeing you on them, my pussy is soaked. Throbbing.” I moan as Brute leans down and bites my neck. He loves leaving teeth marks. A beast…my beast.
“You need a dick in that pretty little cunt, princess?” I quiver at Axl’s question. “Maybe one in your ass and one all the way down this slutty throat instead.” Whimpering, the slam of a car door penetrates my haze, but who cares? They could fuck me right here, and I’d probably beg for more.
“Please….” Whining into Brute’s mouth when he sweeps his tongue past my lips, he plunders me until my ears ring and breathing becomes a necessity.
“Office has a couch,” Candy offers, giggling with Trista.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter as I’m picked up and carried inside. Everything moves so fast, I don’t have time to register that we’re in a locked room.
“Pants off,” Brute grunts, yanking them down before I can reach for them. He grips the front of my panties and tears them away in one swift move that excites my already eager body.
Believing I’m about to have my brains fucked out, I’m surprised when Axl kneels in front of me, placing one leg over his shoulder and burying his face in my core.
“Oh!” I grasp his hair and nearly fall over as he sucks my clit until I’m fighting for air. It’s too much, too intense, too relieving.
Brute sits on the couch behind Axl, dick out, and ties my shredded panties around his flesh, before stroking it. “I’m not fucking coming until I’m in that mouth, and he’s deep in your ass,” he explains. I’m about to ask why we’re not doing just that when he says, “We don’t have time now. One more body to drop today.”
Whimpering as Axl shoves three fingers in my eager pussy, he wastes no time stroking my G-spot until my climax detonates. Legs shake, white spots dance in my vision, and I sob from the pressure.
Axl catches me as I fall, holding me to his chest until I can gather myself. “I don’t have any panties now.” Brute shrugs at my pouting as he stands up, dick still tied up, and zips his jeans.
He grips my hair and drags me to my feet. “You’re going to be riding this dick often; you don’t need fucking panties.”
While Brute slants his mouth across mine, Axl squeezes my ass in his palms and murmurs in my ear, “The pleasure is all for us tonight. Be ready.”
He leaves with that warning ringing in my head, wondering what they plan to do to me, and equally excited.
Brute helps me into my pants before leading me back into the shop and grabbing a handful of suckers, placing them in my hand with instructions. “Start practicing. My dick is greedy for your mouth.” Trailing his fingertip around my lips, he slides his hand into my pants, wetting a finger before bringing it out, sucking my juices off, and groaning. “Better than any sweet in this store.”
Nipping the inside of my cheek, I hide my giggle as we exit the building, and he walks me over to Skinny Dick’s, ordering me a double cheeseburger with extra bacon, parmesan fries, and a sweet tea. When my guys leave, Viking becomes my companion once again, and until he sits down next to me, his massive plate of food arriving with mine, I was a bit worried he might resent me.
“I could get used to bodyguard duty,” he grumbles around a big bite of his burger. “Every time you get fed, I get fed. I like this gig.” With a smile, he chugs back a beer and dives into his food with a flourish.
Chapter 23
Brute
The life in Elliot’s eyes slowly fizzled out as we sliced down the arteries in his arms and legs. His guilt was obvious from the way he lived in filth, and the fact that he appeared as though he hadn’t eaten in weeks or slept in just as long.
We showed him no sympathy. Not after all that Finleigh has suffered. He may not have known how things would go down that day, but he did nothing to stop it and even participated. Now he’s meeting with his maker, and we’ll sleep better at night for it.
It’s dark by the time we ride into the clubhouse. A bonfire crackles and pops out back, with loud music and laughter carrying through the air. Viking stayed here with Miami, Free, and the prospects. We hadn’t expected any trouble but wanted to ensure everyone would be safe.
Axl and I head towards the gathering, while the rest of the guys go inside. The only thing I care about is finding Finleigh and letting her know that she’s safe from every man who dared think they could harm her.
Covered by darkness, we observe the gathering of people. Finleigh sits on a bench between Trista and Amber, laughing about something. Olympus and Neo are farther back, manning the wood stack and watching the surroundings for any danger, just like we taught them.
Viking scowls while cradling a beer in his lap. Miami and Free are feeling up Maya as she sits between them, enjoying their attention.
When Finleigh stands up, looking around like she senses our eyes on her, we step out of the shadows. Her face lights up, and she runs to us, smiling brightly as she jumps into my arms.