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"I'm never letting you go."

"Yes! Brick, take me. I'm yours. I'm yours." She all but cries as I line myself up with her opening and slam into her.

How is it possible that it feels even better than the first time.

The wetness, the tightness, the warmth, all of her feels like she was made specifically for me. I've had some lust driven relationships and nothing has ever even come close to what I'm feeling for her right now.

"Ahh, Brick." Luna tosses her head back. Tears stream down her eyes.

I pull her head forward just to make sure my intensity isn't too much for her. I don't have to say a word when she digs her nails into my back and scratches down hard.

She wants this. No consent needed. She's already given me every part of her, still I want her to say the words.

"You my ol' lady, Luna?" I grunt with each thrust of my hips.

"I'm your ol' lady, Brick. I'm anything you want me to be for however long you want me to be it." She confirms.

"Forever."

"Yes." She hisses and her moans turn gutteral as her body clenches tight around me.

I grip onto the bed sheets fighting my own release but it's a battle I'm sure to lose.

My orgasm explodes from deep within me at the same moment she comes. I collapse down on her, both of us moaning and out of breath completely wrapped up in eachother.

I move to roll off her, not wanting to squish her beneath my weight but she grabs hold of my arms to keep me steady.

"No, not yet. Just hold me Brick. I want you to hold me."

Without hesitation I hold her as close as I can to my body. Our heartbeats pounding in unison against our chests.

I'd give anything to spend forever just like this holding her in my arms.

It's not possible.

The world may have stopped for a moment to let us enjoy eachother but with every tick of the clock I know it's going to be more and more impossible for me to shirk my responsibilites. Daly is a threat and there is no way in this lifetime or any other I'm going to let anything threaten my club or my sweet Luna.

Fifteen

Luna

I shouldn't feel sowhole after laying in Brick's arms, but I do.

There's just something about this man that I never expected to find. Hell, I wasn't even looking for it, but here he is, taking all the broken pieces of me and shaping them perfectly back into place.

Our sweet moment doesn't last very long. Soon, Light is knocking on the door to let us know that Dutch has sent over the location of the railroad car. When we first left the meeting, I wanted to get over there as quickly as I could, but now that we’re on our way, I want to delay the inevitable somehow.

The ride there isn't very long, and soon the group of us is off the bikes and making our way through the old railyard. The night wraps around us like a heavy blanket, with only the moon and scattered stars to light our way. I walk beside Brick and the rest of the Brutal Chains MC, their presence grounding me in theeerie stillness of the old railroad yard. Each step echoes in the dark, reminding me just how empty this place feels.

The rusty train tracks stretch out in front of us, like the veins of an ancient beast. Abandoned train cars loom in the shadows, whispering secrets of the past. The gravel crunches under our boots, each sound amplifying the tension in my chest. A cold wind rustles through the yard, sending chills down my spine.

I’m anxious to find my sister, convinced she’s waiting for me in that train car. But the thought of Brick and Daly facing each other makes my heart race for another reason. I can sense Brick’s unease, a tension that hangs in the air like a storm cloud.

As we get closer to the train car, hope battles against fear inside me. What if we don’t find her? What if this is all for nothing? My stomach twists with worry, and I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen.

Standing in front of the train car door, I see its dark outline against the night sky. The moonlight barely breaks through, making it feel even more ominous. My breath quickens, and I grip my bag tightly, caught between hope and dread.

Brick steps ahead, his figure strong and confident. I glance at the other brothers flanking us, their faces hard to read. I hear their low murmurs, but it feels distant, like background noise to the storm raging inside my mind.

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