Bruiser & Wren - Bonus Content

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Chapter 1
 
BRUISER
 
Walking out of the clubhouse, my eyes land on my rig, and I grin. I haven’t been able to sit on the fucking thing for a month – the worst month of my fucking life. Also, the worst month because my dick has been aching, and I haven’t fucked Wren in forever.
            Today’s the day. Throwing a leg over my rig, I ease down, but it’s perfectly fine. Fuck yeah. I’m back. I kick it to life, gunning the engine and roaring out of the compound, turning for the northern suburbs.
            After Killer, Nan, and fucking Aric bought houses out here, Wren and I finally caved, moving out of our navy blue room in the clubhouse and coming to live out here.
            It took fucking forever to find a house. Wren got this little wrinkle between her eyes every time she looked at a listing. She said they were all fine, but I know my wife, they weren’t fine. They reminded her of that fucking house of horrors McMansion she grew up in.
            This house, though? Fucking perfect. It’s an older house, two levels with wooden siding and a porch. Like something you’d see in the Midwest. Wren’s eyes lit up when they landed on it, so I put in an offer right away.
            Parking my rig in the garage, I stride through the house. Unlike her father’s mausoleum of a home, all the furniture here isn’t fancy and expensive looking. Wren and Lena raided every secondhand furniture store they could find. Everything is nice but more geared for comfort than to show off.
            Wren’s due home any minute now. I didn’t duck into her office at the clubhouse. I want to shower away the sweat and specks of blood from my day.
            Jogging upstairs, I run the large shower in the master bathroom, shucking out of my clothes and dropping them into the navy blue hamper Wren insisted on bringing with us from the clubhouse.
            Stepping under the warm spray, I tip my head back, letting the water run over my face. I carefully wash my cock, grimacing down at the metal bars through it. God, that was a fucking nightmare day.
            Wren bugged me for the better part of a year to get this fucking piercing. A Jacobs ladder, she called it. I finally caved, and we went to see Kayley.
Worst day of my life. The pain was fucking awful. And the worst thing was, I had to be hard for every piercing. Wren sourced some Viagra, so at least I didn’t have to jack off between every piercing as Kayley suggested. That would have put me off handjobs for life.
            The point is, it’s done, and my dick has finally healed. I can ride – so I don’t have to tell the brothers I have mono anymore – and I can finally fuck my wife. That’s what I’m most looking forward to.
            Shutting off the shower, I step out, toweling myself dry and tugging on sweats and a T-shirt, padding downstairs. Wren better fucking love this Jacobs ladder after what I went through.
            The garage door rumbles, and I look over as Wren walks into the living room, waggling her eyebrows.
            “You rode your motorcycle home,” she giggles, fluttering her eyelashes suggestively.
            Crossing to her, I slide my hands over her jean-clad ass, gripping it as my lips tease hers.
            “Want to go upstairs and play with your new toy?” I growl. Wren’s eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning.
            “Yes, please,” she squeals, stepping away from me to clap her hands eagerly.
            She darts upstairs while I follow more slowly. Fuck, I hope this is worth it. My feet stumble as I walk into our comfortable bedroom. Wren is already naked, sprawled out on the bed. She lifts a hand, her golden eyes burning into mine as she beckons me.
            I don’t need to be told twice. Reaching behind my head, I grab the collar of my T-shirt, pull it over my head, and drop it on the ground, shoving out of my sweats.
            Wren’s eyes drop to my dick, shining excitedly as she drinks in the sight while I crawl onto the bed, kneeling beside her.
            “Can I?” She reaches out tentatively for my dick. I nod, gritting my jaw. Here goes nothing.
            Her fingers brush over my dick, which leaps, achingly hard and so fucking ready to get off after a month of nothing. Emboldened by the growl rumbling out of me at her touch, Wren loosely closes her fingers around my dick, rubbing it.
            Holy. Fucking. Shit. My head tips back, and my eyes flutter closed. That feels amazing. Fucking better than anything I have ever experienced before. A small giggle spills out of Wren’s lips, but I’m in heaven, so I focus on the feeling of her fingers moving over my dick and the piercings.
            Wren keeps pumping her hand, sending jolts of pleasure through me, but I force my eyes open, bending down to nudge her legs apart with my shoulders. Kayley mentioned that Wren needs to be ready for sex with the barbells, or it could be painful for her.
            My tongue slides through her folds, circling her clit as she gasps, her fingers tightening around my dick, drawing a groan from me. As I flick my tongue over her clit, I plunge two fingers into her, pumping firmly.
            Finally, she’s nice and wet. Straightening, I remove her hand from my dick, positioning myself at her pussy and pushing inside.
            My breath hisses out from between my clenched teeth. I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven. This piercing is the best thing ever to happen to me. Officially. I’m so glad Wren talked me into it.
 

 
WREN
 
My eyes widen, my mouth dropping open as I breathe inward as Griffin’s dick slides firmly into me. So. Good. I can feel his dick stretching me – I missed the feeling in the last month – but I can also feel the additional pressure of the Jacob’s ladder barbells on the walls of my vagina.
            He bottoms out, and I moan, long and loud. The Prince Albert ball on the top is pressed firmly against my G-spot. Griffin is spurred on by my moaning, starting to thrust. Oh, god. Shit.
            With every thrust, that smooth metal ball is hitting my sweet spot.
            “Harder,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back into my head as Griffin obliges, groaning through gritted teeth as he takes his weight on his forearms, driving into me with hard thrusts, slamming into my G-spot again and again.
            I shatter in no time. So amazing. Griffin comes with a grunt, collapsing on top of me as my arms and legs hug him.
            “So, what did you think?” I murmur. Griffin chuckles, turning to press a kiss to my temple, his blonde beard tickling me.
            “As usual, you were right. That was the most amazing fuck I’ve ever had in my life.”
            “Glad you did it then?” I tease him. He growls, nuzzling his nose against my face. Lifting his head, his bright blue eyes, both warm and icy all at the same time, burn into mine.
            “Yeah. Glad I did it.”
            He rolls off me, and I whimper at the loss of my full feeling. Landing on his back, Griffin stares up at the ceiling, grumbling to himself.
            “Thank fuck that pain was worth it. Couldn’t ride for a fucking month. Had to tell the brothers I had mono.”
            Smiling at the side of his face, I reach over, remembering the undone look on his face when I first touched his dick. My fingers close around it, and his muttered complaints cut off in a pleasure-filled groan, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips buck slightly.
            Pumping, his dick hardening in my hands, I snuggle against him, my lips brushing over his ear.
            “It was the most amazing fuck of my life, too,” I whisper, drawing another groan from Griffin. “I want to do it again.”
            “I aim to please,” he murmurs, gripping my hips as I throw my leg over him, my head tipping back as I slide down, feeling everything. Oh, I’m never getting used to this. I have to feel it all the time. Every day. This is incredible.
            “That’s a beautiful sight, baby,” he grunts, his fingers tightening on my hips as I start to roll them, controlling the pace.
            Sorry, Griffin, but this is about me. I’m rolling my hips specifically to roll the metal ball around my G-spot. I think I’m going to come faster than I ever have, and harder too.
            My head tips forward, my eyes finding Griffin’s. There is no ice there now, only blazing blue fire. It’s a look just for me and never fails to excite me. Coupled with his new piercings… I shatter with a whimper, Griffin’s jaw clenching as my inner muscles clamp down on his dick, his eyes glazing over as he groans and comes.
            I’m so glad I wore him down and convinced him to do this. Slumping forward, his arms come around me, anchoring me to his chest. I might be insatiable, but I don’t see him complaining any time soon.
 
The End.
 

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