Chapter 20
Makenna
We fell to my bed as giggles left my lips. I had to do my best to keep quiet so we wouldn’t wake Ana, but he felt too good. He had walked me up the stairs with his cock still buried within me, and I felt empty when he slipped away from me. He stripped from his clothes as he walked to the door, shutting it and locking it just in case Ana woke up. I stood to my knees and stripped myself down, casting my sweaty clothes to the floor. I was unable to keep my cool any longer. My body was aching for more of him. I watched him turn around in the darkness, illuminated by only the dim light streaming through my bedroom window.
Then he stalked towards me, those amber eyes looking devious as sharp shadows played upon his chiseled face.
He crawled onto the bed with his thick dick hanging between his legs. His lips dipped to my thighs as I laid back, sighing and stretched to guide his lips where I wanted them to be. He kissed up my inner thigh, shivering my skin and forcing my hands to curl up in my comforter.
My bed would smell like him for days.
His tongue lapped up my slit and wasted no time in finding what it wanted. I bit down onto my lower lip, trying to keep myself as quiet as possible. I moaned. Whimpered. Groaned as his tongue circled along my throbbing clit. I bucked into him. I reached down and gathered his hair between my fingers as my legs were tossed over his shoulders. His hands pinned my hips down, rendering me motionless against his strength.
I shook with a fury just trying to keep my noises at bay.
I drew in a shaky breath as I started approaching that precipice, but I didn’t want it to be over. So, I ripped Brewer up by his hair and crashed his lips against mine. I felt him furrow his brow, almost as if he was frustrated at my actions. I smiled into his kiss, giggling at how angry he must’ve been.
But me having the upper hand didn’t last long.
He rolled us over until I was on top, but his hands quickly began to turn me around. I had no idea what he was doing, but my mind was at a dead standstill. It wasn’t until my legs straddled his face and my mouth hovered over his cock that I understood what he wanted. And the idea shook me to my core. I’d never done something like this before. I’d always wanted to try, but I never knew how to initiate it.
I felt his fingers part my pussy folds before his hands gripped my ass cheeks, then he pulled me to him in a desperate attempt to devour me whole.
I opened my mouth and moaned, unable to contain my excitement. But the second he had the opportunity, he shoved my mouth full of his cock. I tasted myself on him as I gagged on his girth, feeling him inch to the back of my throat. My hands planted next to his thighs. I watched his muscles tremble as my throat closed around him. My legs shook as he pulled my pussy closer to his lips, his tongue dipping in and out of my entrance.
“Oh, Brewer,” I said.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he said into my skin.
He kissed my thigh as I giggled around his thickness, then he popped my ass cheek to teach me a lesson.
And oh, it was a lesson I adored.
I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked him as hard as I could. I swirled my tongue around his tip, watching his feet flex and curl with pleasure. My body shook as his tongue explored my depths. He sucked my clit between his lips and it quaked my entire form. I lost myself in the feeling. In the taste of his precome and the feeling of his tongue and the grip of his hands against my skin.
He moaned between my legs and I felt myself pop, bucking against him as my throat relaxed.
“Yes, Makenna. That’s it. Don’t stop. Shit.”
Hearing him beg like that--hearing a big, bad, motorcycle man beg me the way he did--was too much. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I spiraled, my pussy leaking onto his face. His hands massaged my ass cheeks as I shook, pouring arousal onto his skin. He lapped me deep, causing my toes to curl as colors sizzled in my vision.
I sucked him down as far as I could take him and I felt him still.
Grunt.
Thrust.
And soon, his salted essence was leaking down my throat.
I massaged his pulsing cock with my tongue. I curled my hands into the sheets of my bed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I swallowed him down, filling my stomach with him. I collapsed, weak from my second orgasm as my nose relaxed against his balls. Thread after thread pumped down my throat, his head falling back to the pillow as he panted for air.
I watched his toes curl before his cock finally stopped throbbing, but I was too weak to move.
Too weak to pull himself from my throat.
I felt him roll us over until I was seated on my side. Then, he slowly inched his way from my throat. Strings of spit and come fell from my lips, leaking down onto the bed below me. He pulled at me. Tugged at me. Grunted and murmured, until I was in his arms. I trembled against his naked muscles, feeling his light sheen of sweat coat my skin.
We nestled underneath the covers without a care in the world as to what came next.
“I’m going to miss you, Makenna.”
My body was so heavy that I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him right. My eyes fell closed and my body instantly relaxed around him. He was going to miss me? Surely, I’d heard him wrong. But sleep was around the corner and I felt safer and more relaxed than I had in years, and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to fall asleep in his arms.
I woke up to the smells of bacon and biscuits wafting through the house. I stretched in my bed, feeling the warmth that percolated through the entity of my sheets. Who was cooking? Had someone slept with me last night?
I sat up as the sheet fell from my naked body, and the smell of sex that swirled around my head brought memories crashing back to my system.
“Brewer!”
I heard Ana giggling downstairs as a smile crossed my cheeks. He stayed with me last night. And by the smell of it, he was cooking breakfast. I slid from bed and cleaned myself up, then threw on some clothes before I walked downstairs.
I saw him setting Ana up at the table with some milk and a biscuit along with scrambled eggs and an apple.
“Morning,” he said.
He looked up at me with that cheeky little grin and it made my blush.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Sleep well?”
I blushed and shook my head as I walked over to the fridge.
“Coffee?” he asked.
I turned around and saw the mug in his hand. Already made up and steaming from its heat.
“Thank you,” I said. “But you didn’t have to do any of this.”
“I know,” he said.
“Yummy, Mom!” Ana exclaimed.
“Good breakfast?” I asked.
“The best. He should cook every morning.”
“Thanks,” I said flatly.
Brewer threw his head back and laughed as he stood at the stove, his arms flexing with his every movement. I leaned against the counter as he scrambled up some more eggs, then he made me a plate and handed it to me. Eggs, a biscuit, and bacon. With the best cup of coffee I’d had in months.
Years, even.
“Are you going to stay and eat with us?” I asked.
“Unfortunately, I got to get to work,” he said.
I nodded as I set the plate down onto the counter.
“Will you be careful?” I asked.
His eyes hardened on me as his back straightened out.
“As careful as I can be,” he said.
“Where do you work?” Ana asked.
I whipped my gaze over to her as Brewer turned off the stove.
“I work as a mechanic on a lot of big trucks.”
“In a store?” Ana asked.
“Sort of. It’s a shop. It’s called Skinned and Skulled Mechanic shop.”
“Skinned and Skulled?” I asked.
He shrugged as a grin spread across my lips.
“Sometimes big trucks get trapped out in the woods, so I have to go rescue them,” he said.
“So, you’re a hero,” my daughter said.
“Not sure if I’d call it that,” he said.
Brewer began cleaning up the dishes, unaware of the awe in my daughter’s eyes. Ana was getting attached, and I wondered if that was a good thing. I watched him at the sink as Ana continued to eat, humming and moaning over how good the food was. The truth was, I was getting attached as well. I enjoyed his presence. Enjoyed our conversation. Enjoyed how he made me feel. But I wondered if I had made the wrong decision by entertaining him last night. By allowing him to sleep with me in bed. By allowing this interaction with my daughter.
I just wasn’t sure.
“Just put them in the sink. I can get them later,” I said.
“I made the mess, I clean it up,” Brewer said.
“Well, you cooked. So technically, I clean.”
He looked back at me with that playful grin on his cheeks before he dropped the dishes into the sink.
“If you insist,” he said. “But I do need to get going.”
I nodded to Ana and he turned around, taking in the way her face scrunched up.
“Come here, you,” he said as he walked over to her.
He picked my daughter up into his arms and held me close.
“I wanted to play,” Ana said with a sniffle.
“Then when I get back from work, we’ll play if it’s okay with your mother,” he said.
“What will we play?” she asked.
Her soft cries broke my heart.
“We can read,” Brewer said. “And play tag outside. Maybe you and I could cook dinner for Mom one night. How does that sound?”
“Will you stay for dinner?” Ana asked.
“I will stay for dinner. You have my word,” he said.
I watched my daughter wrap her arms tightly around his neck and it filled me with so much joy. But that nagging voice in the back of my mind had me worried.
Gang. Gang. Gun. Gang. Bike. Gang. Danger. Gang.
It was like the pulse of a horror movie, and it kept me on high alert. Brewer sat Ana down into her seat so she could continue eating before he looked back at me. There was a foreign look in his eye. Something disarming. A mixture between hesitation and confusion that was lined with an emotion I couldn’t place.
Fear?
Guilt?
Sorrow?
None of those seemed quite right, but they were the only ones I could come up with.
But him wrapping his arms around me broke my trance.
His embrace was strong and his touch hot. And something inside of me told me to cling to him as tightly as I could. I didn’t know where the inclination was coming from, but it worried me. What I thought I heard him whisper last night and with the way he was acting, I started convincing myself that I hadn’t been dreaming. That he had actually said he was going to miss me.
But that didn’t make sense.
Was he going somewhere?
“I’ll see you soon,” he said.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I said.
Then he set me down and strode out of our kitchen without so much as looking back. And the brick that sank in my gut grew to fill my entire body.
Something was wrong.
I just knew it.