章 99: Chapter 98: Hardships And Dreams
Layla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota...
The keen gray eyes of one Brick Kenneally opened to find that he'd been in a now darkened bedroom with a still slumbering Layla Quinn resting amid the torn and tattered sheets that lined her bed. She'd still been quite naked, her pert breasts as visible in the semi-darkness as her lean belly, shapely hips, and thighs had been before night had fallen. He had no recollection of what had transpired before his having had sex with Layla a second time that afternoon aside from the heavy fog and a lingering headache that had only seemed to cause him a bit of a problem when he'd been on the verge of giving in to his beast blood during and before a full moon. Brick lay silently on his back, his naked muscular frame as bare to the elements and the chilling cold that filled the bedroom due to the shift in temperature given the night, he welcomed it, a refreshing change from the lustful heat that held him and Layla at bay for hours on end.
The massive naked brute growled and stretched as his thick cock lurched between his bare muscled thighs and he found himself slicking back his messy long brown locks that draped past his broad and equally muscular shoulders. As he lay silent amid the tossed-about pillows on Layla's bed, Brick found himself unable to get his mind off what prospects the future held for him and Layla both.
There was the matter of his case
The missing Downes girl had been found, alive and well, and the culprit Jarrett Quinn, aka Jarrett Beaulieu, had been at large, for the most part. Layla had insisted on venturing with him to find and either capture or put an end to her dear former Dad. Still, Brick had known how messy things could get when it came to going on the hunt, and how complicated Layla's life had become in the wake of finding out who she'd truly been all this time.
He turned his attention to the soft whimpers that pierced through the silence and cut through the night like a hot knife through butter, his keen wolfish senses alert all at once as the pangs of heartache seemed to radiate throughout his rather strong and naked form.
Layla was crying.
He had known her silent whimper as if it had been his own and it pained him even more as such.
Brick rolled onto his side and found himself taking note of Layla struggling due to the ramifications of a horrible dream, a living terror, and the none-too-subtle aspects of truth as he attempted to comfort his ailing mate feeling the depths of her sorrow amid wave after wave of unwanted memory.
"Layla..." he whispered amid the darkness.
Layla had been unable to respond as she became fretful in her slumber combating the very darkness around her and swinging for the fences and hitting nothing in return as the ghosts from her past continued to torment her within her mind's eye.
Seeing that she wasn't of the mind to adhere to his voice, Brick gently swept her into his arms and held her close to his chest. Layla continued to writhe as she batted away the phantoms that plagued her already mind.
"Layla....open your eyes..." Brick softly instructed her. "If you can hear me you're not alone...just open your eyes and you'll see that."
Layla had tears cascading down her supple cheeks and Brick did his best to kiss them away.
The dream whatever it had been seemed to have quite the hold on Layla but it appeared she could sense Brick's presence and the fact that she'd been in his arms. He kissed her lips slowly as she opened her blue eyes and they became fixated upon him.
They sat in silence for a few moments as realization dawned on her that she wasn't trapped in that awful dream and she simply began to sob as Brick held her close feeling every ounce of her agony as if it had been his own and the urge to howl had filled him.
Layla began to compose herself, sensing that Brick had been distressed because she had been. The visions of him being covered in blood on the night he had come to her door after being shot had been at the forefront of her mind and she simply pulled him close after quickly maneuvering in his lap until she had wrapped her legs around him.
Several moments in silence passed as she met his rather hungry gaze, he'd been trying his best to forgo his arousal but she could tell that he'd been excited from being so close to her, their bare bodies close and the intensity of the distress that passed between them still lingered in the wake of her horrific nightmare.
Layla pressed her lips against Brick's feeling her pert nipples press against Brick's bare chest as he gripped her hips with ease. She could feel his renewed arousal as her long brown locks draped over her shoulders and his own wild locks had done the same to his broad shoulders.
There was intense breathing between both of them as their kiss continued to gain intensity. He'd been unable to hold back, the wolf that dwelled deep inside excited to be in the presence of his mate.
Layla had been in dire need of a distraction before they'd gone to bed and with the lingering horrors on her mind from her dream, she'd been steadily seeking another one as she wrapped her arms around Brick's neck and slowly slid her slick hot sex along the massive brute's thick cock, causing him to groan with need as his arousal intensified in the wake of her need driven moans.
Brick closed his eyes, the sensation of Layla's hot young body being so close had been driving his bestial lust but he elected to see to his mate's wellbeing before actively indulging.
Layla whimpered as she slowly impaled herself on Brick's cock needing to feel him in the wake of the torment that plagued her mind due to her nightmare and the waking horrors left behind by her so-called father. The only thing she'd been sure of when it came to anything else in the world was that she'd been well and truly in love with Brick and he'd felt the same about her.
So much so that he'd been actively attempting to stave off his lust to see to her welfare.
"Layla..." he began only for her to put a single finger to his lips and treat him to an intense kiss.
"Please..." she said softly, her blue eyes on the brink of more tears. "I need this...please Brick...we can talk tomorrow."
Brick sighed and returned her kiss as she further impaled herself onto his cock making him groan aloud as she continued to slowly bounce in his lap.
The slow-paced friction had only been a tease as far as Brick had been concerned and he ended up maneuvering Layla onto her back and spreading her slender thighs wide before plunging his thick cock deeply into the moaning Lass's sodden depths making her claw at his back in reaction as she let out a whimper in his ear.
Brick settled himself against her slowly easing his way inside and pulling back as she stretched to accommodate him. There was a kind of beautiful sadness about her that only made Brick wish to claim her all the more. A heated series of kisses passed between them and Layla seemed to give in to her body's desire for her biker boyfriend.
He'd been quite the distraction as his larger muscle-bound body flexed once more between her thighs barely concealed by the darkness of the night as their mutual howlings began to fill her bedroom as they had only a few short hours before their reawakening.
The thick wooden headboard began to beat against the nearby wall at a rapid pace with Brick's thrusts and the unceremonious jolting of Layla's body as their act continued.
Each thrust had been more and more intense than the last and just enough to provide all the distraction Layla had craved as the images from her nightmare took shape before her very eyes amid the vast darkness of her bedroom. Brick had been leaning to one side, his forehead pressed against the bedding as his pumping continued jolting Layla along the mattress beneath them.
Silent tears continued to cascade down the supple pale cheeks of Layla Quinn as she found herself taking note of the little girl she used to be in the distant darkness huddled in a corner as the crazed man covered in blood blamed her for the murder of a keen-minded sheriff.
She recalled all too well the blood and the stench of the poor man having lost control of his bowels as he met his horrific end at the hands of the strange and angry man who had taken her captive, a man she knew as her former father, Jarrett Quinn.
{"You see what you made me do?"} asked Jarrett at that moment his hulking figure a terrifying sight for the little girl as she attempted to hide from the horrors before her.
Layla continued to cling to Brick as the tears continued to fall and she wrapped her legs tightly around him as his frequent pumping continued. She began to focus on him, his hypnotic gray eyes, his well-toned and muscular frame, and the massively thick cock that had been plunged deep inside her battering her inner depths and giving her a sensation she'd never known before in the wake of their mutual act.
"Brick...." she moaned closing her eyes tight as the images that haunted her faded and all she could see was him, bathed in the warm white glow of the moon, their bodies as naked as they'd been when in her bed enmeshed together in the wake of dire need and primal passion.
If there had been nothing else in her life that had been real or truly hers, she had known deep in her heart of hearts that Brick Kenneally had been.
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