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BREWER
That girl is crazy.Brewer linked his arm around the brown-haired nymph who’d been dancing seductively near the bar. Instead of staying until last call, he snagged one of the prospects to take over while he led her to the basement. Nothing but boxes and crates filled the space which was more for storage than anything else.
“How do you want it?” the nymph asked with a smile.
Pointing to the ground, Brewer unzipped his pants and let his belt hang loose. The nymph knelt and rolled a condom over his dick. She immediately got to work on the hard-on that just wouldn’t go away after his interaction with Delphi.Hell, I don’t even know her last name, and she won’t stop tormenting me.
He cupped the back of the nymph’s head, urging her closer. He wasn’t seeing the nymph on her knees. He was imagining Delphi instead. Her pouty red lips wrapped around his dick and her clear blue eyes locked with his while she sucked him deep.
Brewer gripped the handrail, his cock thrusting into the nymph’s mouth. This was one of the most popular perks of club life, but it was one he didn’t take advantage of as often as others did.
He wrapped the nymph’s hair around his hand. Sharing was one thing he couldn’t do. Not like the other men in the club. A blow job here or there, sure, but sex was almost off-limits. The act itself was satisfying, but he didn’t want his brothers to know everything about his sex life. This was partially why he chanced it and picked up girls from the bar. He also liked knowing the girl wasn’t getting paid to sleep with him.But not tonight. Tonight, I need a fast release.
The nymph increased her pressure, and her free hand gently massaged his balls. Normally, he’d last longer.But shit, that girl mind fucked me tonight.Her quick switch from sweet to tough was the biggest turn on.
Brewer pictured Delphi, her hair swishing softly in the night air and her eyes alight with playful pleasure. He’d seen the desire in her face. She wanted him even as she snarled the opposite. It might take longer with her than his usual conquests, but he sensed she was worth it.
Thrusting faster, he let out a strangled grunt as he came. Once he finished, the nymph carefully pulled the full condom off. He gently cupped her face, tracing her bottom lip before helping her to her feet and swatting her ass.
“Do you want anything else?” she asked, gazing at him with her brown eyes, ready to please.
Zipping up his jeans, he shook his head. “That’s all, thanks.”
By the time he buckled, the girl was gone, and he was alone in the basement. Sighing, he leaned against a tall stack of boxes. This was the part he wasn’t fond of. Right after. That awkward sensation of loneliness he always felt no matter who he had been with.
He rubbed the back of his neck, his dick still pulsing. Even after an epic BJ, he wasn’t satisfied. Something was missing.Or maybe it’s someone.He shook his head.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and checked the messages. One was from Boulder, wondering where he ran off to, but the other was from Rubble.
Rubble: Need an update tomorrow.
Brewer cringed. Since volunteering to hunt down Shovelhead, he and Dolly had come up empty. The few leads they found went nowhere other than veering off onto more paths to chase down.
After sending a message to his sister, he trudged up the stairs and flipped off the light at the top. Reorganizing the mess down there could wait. For now, he needed a cold Guinness and ten hours of sleep before finding his sister and hoping she had some intel they could present to the club.
A few hours later, he went next door with beers in tow. Hawk and two other artists were finishing up their tattoos.
“Hey, man, you wanna grab a drink?” Hawk called, wiping off his station. He collected the cash from his customer and patted the man on the back. “All done for the night, and I’m itching for a brewsky.”
“Already ahead of you.” Brewer pulled a case out from behind his back and set it on the floor.
“You’re my hero.” Hawk grabbed one and pulled off the top. “Fuck yeah, this is the stuff.” He drained half the bottle before coming up for air.
“Rough night?” Brewer leaned against the wall, cracked open his, and swigged. The speakers overhead pumped out rock music, a familiar guitar riff filling the room.
“Just busy as hell. One chick was all pissy ’cause the sparrow I drew didn’t look evil enough or some shit, then a guy had a cover-up that took so much longer than I anticipated. Had to reschedule the appointment after him.” Hawk eyed him. “What about you? Karaoke night go well?”
“Oh, yeah. It was fine.” He drank more, trying to keep his mind off Delphi. His gaze drifted to the woman wincing in pain over the butterfly tattoo Snoopy was inking on her lower back.
“Dude, you okay? You’re looking all serious and shit.” Hawk kicked him. “That’s not you.”
Brewer chugged the rest of his beer. “No, it’s not.” He shook his head. “Struck out on a girl, is all.”
Hawk swiveled his chair in a full circle. “Hold up. A girl resisted your charm? Whoa. Was she not drunk enough or something?”
“That wasn’t it.” He swept his fingers through his hair. “She doesn’t date bikers.”
“Ah.” He shrugged. “Guess there’s nothing you can do. Girls like that won’t change their minds, bro.”
