Chapter 11
Brewer
I walked through the front door of my house and immediately unzipped my pants. Fuck. My cock was throbbing with need. The front of my boxers were tight and sweat was dripping down the back of my damn neck.
What the hell had this woman done to me?
I walked upstairs and left a trail of clothes in my wake. I needed a damn shower. I turned on the cold water and stepped into it, shivering as my cock receded. I tried to get Makenna out of my mind. I tried to erase the memory of her lips. I washed my hair and soaped up my body, hoping the cold water would relieve me of her memory.
But it didn’t.
She was etched onto it for good.
As the cold water poured over my muscles, I thought about her body. How warm it had felt in my palms and how luscious it felt pressed against my body. Her eagerness called to me. It had been a long time since a woman had thrown herself at me like that. And judging by the whirlwind her daughter was, I could safely assume it had been a very long time since she had been properly treated by a man. And women who went that long without sex were so easy to get off. Over and over again. With tongues and cocks and positions and folding them in half.
I shivered at the thought of her face scrunched up in pleasure.
I wanted her. More than anything. I would’ve fucked her right there on that damn porch if she’d let me. Pulled out my cock, let her sit on it, and slowly rolled her hips until I watched her gasp with ecstasy. I could get into that kind of shit. I was a private guy when it came to sex, but if that kind of thing got her off, who was I to stop her?
But despite how much I wanted her, I couldn’t get involved with her. Not with the shit the club was facing. It would put her in danger, and worse… it would put her daughter in danger. Things were getting rough with the RICO case and we still had a fucking rat in our midst.
The last thing I needed was either of them getting hurt because of the type of life I chose to lead.
But still, the way she straddled me. The way her hips fit squarely around mine. It was like she was born for me. Bred for me. Made for me. My hands fit perfectly into the dip of her waist and our lips meshed together like a train and its tracks. I leaned against the shower wall and wrapped my hand around my cock.
If I couldn’t get her out of my mind, then I was going to put the memory of her to good use.
It didn’t matter how cold the water was, the moment it hit my skin it began to sizzle. I was thrusting into my hand. Stroking my own cock as her breathing pulsed against my neck. Fuck. I needed her. I needed to be inside of her. Precome leaked from the tip of my dick as my back pressed further into the wall. Her pouty lips. Her steep curves. Her strong frame of mind. Her selfless ways with her daughter. All of it, culminating into one of the most alluring women I’d ever come across.
“Shit. Makenna. Fuck!”
My legs tightened and my cock throbbed as I shot my load clear across the shower. Pump after pump left my cock, dribbling all over my hands and painting itself along the shower door. I slid to my ass while the bones in my legs evaporated. I felt weak. Lightheaded. Blood was coursing through my body at an exponential rate as her smile tumbled around in my head.
Makenna.
My gut was still hot for her.
I cleaned myself up and stepped out of the shower. I needed a distraction, and a good one. I wrapped a towel around my body and started for the stairs as the taste of alcohol tugged at my tongue.
I needed a fucking beer.
I walked into the kitchen and opened one up, allowing the alcohol to burn on the way down. I could feel the cool sensation filling my stomach. I needed something to erase the taste of her. I was trying my best to forget about her. To shake our interaction from my system.
But it was like my mind was holding me hostage.
I had to think about something else. Anything else. Shit with the club or the rat in our midst. That was a good idea. If I thought about the club, I didn’t have time to think about her.
I went into the living room and polished off my beer before I sat down on the edge of the couch.
Diesel was acting weird about flushing this asshole out, and I wasn’t sure why. Rock felt the same way, which was good. It meant I wasn’t the only one who thought Diesel was going against his usual form. I wondered what Grave and Knox thought about it. Hell, I was pretty sure Grave had his suspicions after the Black Saddles found him and Everly at Diesel’s cabin. This RICO case was gonna blow our entire fucking club wide open if we didn’t do something about it.
I started thinking about who the rat could be. Who would be the easiest to turn in the club. The automatic assumption was Mick. He was the newest of all of us, but he was also the most loyal. Always there if someone called and always willing to do what was asked of him. I had a hard time believing the guy who ran all our numbers and helped Knox interface with customer service could easily be turned. That man didn’t give a shit about money.
But he did give a shit about our club.
As much as I hated to admit it, I had to look at Knox and Grave. I knew Rock wasn’t the rat. He didn’t have the patience for that kind of shit. He hated people and he hated interacting with people. He would rather sit in front of his damn computer all fucking day then go outside and feel the sun on his face. Fucking weirdo. But I loved the guy. Knox and Grave had the most to lose if shit with the crew went south, too. A family. Kids on the way. They’d need the money, and if the government was offering them a reward to roll over on us, I could see them taking it for the sake of their blossoming families.
That was why having families in this lifestyle was so toxic and dangerous.
They were easy leverage.
I got up from the couch to go search for my cell phone before a knock sounded at my door. I wanted to call Rock and tell him what I was thinking, but the knock sounded again. More frantic than before. I tightened my towel around my waist and walked to the front door, reaching for the side table in the corner. I pulled out the drawer and picked up the gun I had stashed in there, ready for anything that was waiting for me. Between the Black Saddles pulling their bullshit and the federal government threatening to descend into Redding as well as a damn rat in our ranks, I couldn’t take any chances.
Then, I looked through the small peephole in the front.
I furrowed my brow when I saw Makenna standing outside. I set my gun back onto the table before I looked down at the towel around my waist. I couldn’t fucking open the door like this. I had to put on some damn clothes. I ripped the towel from my body and looked down at the jeans on the floor, and I sighed as I picked them up.
“Brewer? Are you in there?”
I paused at the sound of her voice. There was something about it that was off. A gruffness to it I wasn’t familiar with. I stuck my legs in my jeans and jumped them up my body, then zipped the zipper as I reached for my gun again. I stuffed it in the back of my jeans as reached for the doorknob, prepared for whatever I was going to find.
Her voice didn’t just sound gruff.
It sounded like she had been crying.
Something was wrong, and I was prepared to do anything I could to fix it.