Page 26 of Brake's Intent

“This is unbelievable.” The bitch hisses. “Lawson, let’s just talk about this. You and me. I’ll change your mind.”

“Bitch, he told you and so have I, now back the fuck off. You’re done here, so leave,” I snarl, feeling my control on my temper loosening.

Daphne sneers at me and glares at Faye before spinning on her heels and yelling over her shoulder, “You’ll regret this, Lawson.” She barely gets her threat out before Lawson has the bitch by the throat and holds her in place.

“Don’t ever fuckin’ try to threaten me again,” he growls. “You ever come near me, my woman, or my man, I will kill you. I have no problem snuffing out your pathetic little life. Do you understand me?” Releasing her, Lawson steps back, spins, and faces us. “Come on, let’s go in, I’ll show y’all around,” he says. He calls out over his shoulder, “Reed, find a new designer.”

“Already have one lined up, and FYI, Faye, he has no interest in Lawson,” Reed states, his voice filled with amusement.

“Good,” Faye yells back and snuggles deeper in between us.

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“Oh God, Jax, Lawson,” Faye moans, panting between the two of us as she takes us both.

“Fuckin’ love this ass,” Lawson growls, pushing in.

“Her pussy tightens every time you slide inside her ass.” I groan and massage Faye’s tits. I buck my hips keeping rhythm with Lawson as Faye clenches and spasms around my cock. I can feel her release getting ready to overcome her, and I’m right there with her—more than ready to blow.

Picking up speed, Lawson follows suit, and together we push Faye over the edge. She cries out her pleasure, the both of us join her, filling her with our cum. Fuck, taking her like this will never get old. Neither will it get tiring fucking Lawson as he takes Faye.

After the drama at the club, Lawson took us inside and showed us around, and I’ve got to admit I’m pretty impressed with what he has in store for the place. Once he finished showing us everything, he took a few minutes to talk with Reed while Faye and I went out to the bike. I told him just to meet us back at the hotel since we were staying one more night before we head back to the clubhouse.

With Faye on the back of my bike, I hit the throttle and took to the road like a man on a mission. Mainly it was the fact I wanted to get to the hotel and fuck Faye. That’s exactly what I was doing when Lawson returned and joined in.

The rest of the day has been all about us touching, fucking, using our mouths on every surface we could and now I’m damn spent.

Easing slowing from Faye’s pussy, I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom, wet a cloth, and come back to the side so I can clean between Faye’s legs. She’s already partially passed out and weakly moans as Lawson pulls out and takes the rag to finish cleaning her up.

I join her on one side, and Lawson follows by curling around her other side after tossing the rag somewhere to be found later.

“You wanna tell me about who that bitch was?” I ask quietly, speaking to Lawson while I trace my fingers along Faye’s side.

“Someone I never should have mixed business with pleasure, it seems,” Lawson remarks, his eyes meeting mine. “She knew the score. It’s beyond me what makes her think she was going to get anywhere.”

“Think she’ll be a problem?” With all the bullshit I’ve seen happen with women going nuts and trying shit, there’s no way I can’t not ask.

“She’d be stupid to try me something,” Lawson growls, his voice quiet but harsh at the same time. “If she’s dumb enough to try, I will gladly put a bullet in her.”

“You don’t seem to mind killing a woman,” I point out. Granted, I don’t either, but only when there’s a reason for it.

“If a woman has the balls to threaten me and mine, all bets are off. Way I see it, there’s a line that’s drawn, and if you cross it, you forfeit the chance to walk away without repercussions.”

I nod, agreeing with his way of thinking because he’s right. Men aren’t the only ones who do things out of line. Women do just as much, if not more, and get away with it all because they have tits and a cunt. If they can abuse, rape, and torture, then they should be dealt with accordingly, not treated special for something they should never have done in the first place.

I shake my head to keep my thoughts from turning and relax into Faye’s warmth. Lawson reaches down and pulls the covers over all of us. It doesn’t take long before I also find sleep pulling me under.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

LAWSON

Over the course of weeks, we’ve fallen into a routine, though I’ll admit I’m getting sick of being at the clubhouse. I like to have space to move around and not have to worry about others being in it. Well, besides those, I want to be there. I don’t mind the members of the club or their ol’ ladies. Two of the women are like sisters to me, and I wouldn’t change having them around for anything. But a man needs to be able to have space that’s just his.

I intend to talk to Brake and Faye about us getting our own space, but I have to find Brake in order to do just that. Since we got back from our time alone in the hotel, he’s been pretty much incommunicado. He’s up and out before anyone else, and when he comes back, he showers and passes out. I don’t think he’s taking the time to eat, and from the bags under his eyes, he’s exhausting himself. But for what?

There’s no way he’d go after the bastard who took Faye without me. At least, I hope he’d include me. Then again, this is Brake and he’s stubborn as all get out and refuses to listen to reason.

“Hey, Law,” Tyres calls in greeting as he steps into the clubhouse, a little girl in his arms. Staring at the little girl, it dawns on me that she’s now considered my niece.

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