Brick by Trixie Brewster

Author:Trixie Brewster [Brewster, Trixie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

“Wanna bet? Woman I woke up to your face in my crotch. At first I was getting excited until you snored.”

“I do not snore.” I half yelled at him. The smirk he gave me told me he might be joking. Although I wouldn’t past my sleeping self. God, I have never been more embarrassed of my sleep habits.

“You always move around that much?” He looks at me seriously.

“You should see me in a nightmare.” I half laugh. It was true when I had a nightmare shit got real. I punched my dad when he tried to wake me up when I was a kid. I guess the only good thing is that I don’t talk in my sleep.

“Damn, I might lose a limb.” He laughs.

“If I had a pillow, I would throw it at you.” I laugh at the irony that the only one is the one he found on the floor.

“How many times have you fallen out of bed?” he laughs when I shriek at him. “C’mon lets, get some food, then maybe a shower.” He smirks at me and winks as he rolls out of the bed. I laugh at him when he shakes his head at me as I try to untangle my self from the sheets. “I’ll be in the kitchen, making us some breakfast.” He tells me as I watch him pull on a pair of boxers. I watch his retreating form and have to snap my jaw shut.

I get out and find his shirt on the floor and pull it over my head. It is like a dress on me, coming down to just above my knees. I take a whiff and moan, the smell of bad boy cologne, leather and Brick, messes with my hormones as I feel myself getting wet from the just the smell of him.

I try to find all the pillows and make the bed. I think about yesterday and everything that happened. We are going to see where this goes between us. In two years, I haven’t thought about have an actual relationship. Sure, he didn’t outright say, ‘be my girlfriend’ or ‘sweetie’ like Anthony said they called their girlfriends. The little bit of research I did gave a little insight of what is expected of a woman or an Ol’ Lady of an MC. Pretty much, next time I am at the clubhouse I am to be seen not heard. Don’t speak unless spoken to, and above all always respect your man. Which isn’t really problem. I mainly hung out with the other women at the party anyway. The thought of being less than, kind of rubs me wrong. But the way Anthony treats me in private, behind closed doors, is anything but less than. I see how happy Amy is with her Ol’ Man. I haven’t seen him treat her with anything other than like a woman needs to be. Anyone can see the love that man has for her.

I can’t tell the future, but I hope like hell everything winds up being better than what I have had in the past.

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