Brick's Fight (Infernal Sons MC #5) - Carol Dawn Page 0,23

to spread them and allow me room to lay down. She’s wearing one of my shirts and nothing else.

I fucking growl.

“How long have you been sleeping next to me with no panties?”

She smiles shyly. “Almost every night,” she admits. “I don’t like them digging into my skin when I lay on my side too long.”

No longer able to think clearly, I lean in and get my first taste of her sweet pussy.

I’m instantly addicted to the sweetest nectar.

I flick my tongue across her clit, causing her hips to thrust upwards.

“Oh god,” she moans. “I’m so sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, darlin’,” I chuckle. “I love that you’re so responsive.”

I go back to tasting my delicious treat. I will never be able to get enough of her.

Her thighs tighten around my head, and I know that she’s about to come.

I reach down and tease her entrance with my finger. I dip my finger just inside of her before pulling out to spread her nectar around. The scent alone is enough to make me beg to claim her.

But she’s not ready for that. My little woman is a virgin, and I want her first time to be special.

“Brick,” she cries out. “I feel like I’m about to explode.”

I insert my finger back inside of her but don’t go very deep. Just enough to wiggle my finger and hit her sweet spot.

“Come for me, baby,” I say, then go back to flicking her clit at master speeds. Moments later, she bursts apart, squeezing my head with her thighs and trying her best to break my finger with her pussy.

God, she’s so fucking tight.

I stop everything and look up as Jessa’s body waits for her shattered pieces to fall back together.

She’s the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

And she’s mine.

Once her thighs loosen their grip on my head, I kiss my way back up her body until I reach her mouth. The filthy thought of wanting her to taste herself on my lips causes me to slam my mouth down on hers and force my tongue inside.

She doesn’t hesitate to open for me.

I find the strength to pull myself away and lay down beside her.

“What about you?” she asks timidly.

Her voice is still soft and quiet. I love hearing her talk. I want to listen to her talk every day for the rest of our lives.

I look over and see her staring at my cock. Which causes it to twitch under the cotton boxers I’m currently wearing.

“Tonight was all about you, baby,” I pull her against me. “Don’t worry about me. I don’t plan on releasing a single drop of my pleasure until I’m buried as far inside of you as I can get.”

“Oh,” she whispers against my skin, causing me to smile.

Wrapping my arms around her, I drift off to sleep with a peacefulness I haven’t felt in years.

Chapter Thirteen

Jessa

Being able to walk around outside in the bright sun without sunglasses is fantastic. I don’t know why it took so long for the headaches to finally stop, but I’m glad they eventually did.

But the sunshine isn’t enough to pull me from the insane amount of worry going through my body.

Brick sent Ink over to check on my dad today. I can’t get over the way he was acting yesterday, and when I tried calling his cell this morning, he didn’t answer.

Something is seriously wrong. I feel it deep in my bones.

“Anything yet?” I ask Brick for the sixth time.

“Not yet, baby,” he says patiently. “Ink should be calling us anytime now.”

It’s another twenty minutes of me pacing the porch before Brick’s phone rings. I’m silently begging him to put it on speaker, but all he does is listen to the caller.

I watch Brick’s face for any clues, but it’s blank.

“Alright,” he says into the phone. “We’ll meet you there.”

“Is my dad alright?” I ask the second he hangs up.

When he takes a deep breath, I know that I’m not going to be prepared for whatever he has to say. I can already feel my knees starting to buckle before Brick utters his first word.

“Coach is in the hospital,” he says softly.

My body loses strength, and I fall. Only to be caught by the man who holds my currently breaking heart.

“His neighbor told Ink that he had a heart attack,” he says gently against my head as I fight to hold myself together.

“I need to go see him,” I whisper. “I don’t care if it risks my whole life. I need to go