Chapter 43: Creek Fishing In The Dark

The Bustop, Temperance, South Dakota...

Rumbling from the engine of Brick's motorcycle filled the newly freed Layla Quinn's ears as she headed toward the sound following the conclusion of her shift at Earl's Diner. She had managed to get through the whole day amid questions from Derrick and chatter from Phoebe about her dates with Art Carrey. While Layla had been happy for her friend, she was more interested in her plans for when work had concluded and she'd found herself alone with Brick Kenneally once again. He sat on top of his bike with something of a wicked smirk as she managed to reach him without prying eyes or a tail in the form of her best friend who had been more than interested in her union with the older ruggedly handsome man. He'd been a welcome sight, all things considered, and once she very much looked forward to all day despite the packed diner and the constant scrubbing of dishes.

"Well, ain't you a looker?" said Brick in his unusual deep baritone drawl.

Layla rolled her eyes knowing she'd been a mess and that he was possibly just teasing.

"As if," she replied climbing onto the back of his bike with his mutual assistance.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his back. Brick smirked some before revving the engine of his bike and ensuring she'd been securely clasped around him before pulling away from the bus stop, leaving behind the smoke from his bike's exhaust in the growing distance.

The ride had been a good one, little to no traffic, and no bugs as Layla continued to rest her weary head against the older man's back as the wind zipped by them and the hum of the engine made her smile to herself. She felt the pull of her magnetic impulse to be near him and here he was giving her a ride home as he'd done previously if only to have her skip the already tiresome bus rides back to her place.

While Layla wasn't sure that her father would be home any time soon, she remained cautious about it as they got closer and closer to her yellow house in the backwoods. Layla had not truly wished to go home just yet after hearing about Phoebe's date riding with Art, she decided she wanted to spend more time with Brick, at least before he went off again and her father came home to ruin it.

"There's a creek a little way that I'd like to visit before we head back to my house," shouted Layla amid the roar of the engine.

"Alright," Brick replied with his keen ears picking up on her voice despite the outside noise.

He turned where she instructed him and they came to a stop just before reaching the edge of the creek.

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Old Mill Creek, Temperance, South Dakota...

Layla smiled as she looked around the place she had not been to since she'd been a little girl and ran about the woods with Derrick, Amy, and Casey. Brick took in the sight of the place and the dark murky water and smirked. He seemed to have been dealing with a regular nature girl of sorts as Layla climbed off the back of his bike and stood amid the elements taking a deep breath and the sights respectively. Brick had been content to sit on the bike and watch her move about seemingly fascinated by the small changes to the place.

"There's an old mill little ways up," she said recalling her sense of direction despite the overgrowth of the area. "Derrick and I use to hide there when we were chased by dogs and angry neighbors."

"Sounds like you and Derrick were up to no good," replied Brick as he smirked at the younger girl who had captivated him so suddenly.

"Says the biker," replied Layla in her defense.

"Least I own it," replied Brick with another smirk.

"Jerk," replied Layla as Brick climbed off his bike and made his way toward her.

The towering older man wrapped his arms around her smaller petite frame like he had so many times before and leaned down to capture her pouting lips in a series of kisses. Despite her pouting, Layla couldn't help, but return the sensuous round of kisses from the older man with equal passion and number as she saw her way to wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her in closer pressing her against his leather-clad chest.

The heat between them returned in full force causing them to desire to be closer. Layla bit at her bottom lip as she felt the familiar heat sweep over her as she and Brick found themselves unable to pull apart. He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her up with little to no effort taking in her intoxicating scent as she had done the same, along with the taste of cherries from her girlish chapstick as he smiled against her lips

"Cherry is starting to become my new favorite flavor," he said teasing her about her chapstick.

"Says the man that always orders cherry pie any time he comes to eat at the diner," remarked Layla as Brick held her via his large hands as they gripped her blue jean-covered backside.

She knew all too well from the look in his hypnotic grey eyes that he'd been aroused and the scent of his natural maleness seemed to be getting to her as she found she'd had difficulty catching her breath and the sensation of his touch had not been enough for her. Layla quickly shifted her weight in his arms in reaction to his wandering hand squeezing along her backside causing the two of them to tumble to the ground rolling amid the slowly dying grass as they both laughed and Layla ended up on top of him. Brick looked up at her with a wicked smirk filed across his face. Layla glared down at him still annoyed about his having squeezed her just as his hands moved toward her hips.

It didn't take long for her to notice she'd gotten to him, as the rapid swelling of his notoriously freakish cock had gotten her attention. She bit back a moan feeling it beneath her as she straddled his waistline amid the grass. The scent from the old creek and the bushes and dirt had done little to kill the mood as she found herself grinding against the older man who had taken to trailing his hands up her belly beneath her shirt as it rode up in reaction to their short tumble.

Brick couldn't seem to take his eyes off her, noting her rather unconventional beauty and youth blending in the blink of an eye as her tousled long brown locks draped over her shoulders and she once more found herself biting her bottom lip in reaction to the hardness resting against her body between his legs.

Layla couldn't resist running her soft warm hands along his leather-clad chest feeling the hardness of his abs beneath his cut and recalling just how large he'd been when he was naked in her bedroom before Derrick's unwanted arrival. She wasn't sure she'd have had the mind to stop them from going further had her best friend not barged in, even if it had been her father who had caught them together.

Brick groaned in reaction to her hands roaming along his chest and abs. The heat behind his eyes was unmistakable as he watched her trail from his abs to the waistband of his jeans. Having had enough of being teased, the older man asserted himself and took control of the situation rolling Layla onto her back amid the grass as he towered above her on his knees. She lay back panting as he kissed her winded and nibbled along her neck.

"Brick..." she moaned softly losing herself to his expert manipulation of her young and needy body.

"You gonna have to tell me here and now if you want this baby," said Brick sounding as if he'd been having great difficulty speaking. "I can't exactly keep putting this off on my own, I ain't never been the type."

Layla moaned as he kissed her neck once more and seemed to lose herself in the sensation of his larger and heavier body barely held up above her own. A part of her had craved him in ways she never thought possible, but she'd still been quite young and inexperienced as she stared into his eyes and returned each heated kiss.

She didn't know if it was the prospect of him going off and leaving her again or the fact that the heat between them had been undeniable and the main driving force for their inability to stay away from each other. All around them, the world seemed to go on as if it were just another day, but time seemed to stand still when it had been just the two of them.

Layla offered no means of objection as Brick grunted pressing his body against hers as he fitted himself between her legs. He kissed her lips feverishly and she returned it in kind before he leaned back on his knees and shook himself out of his leather cut and tossed it onto the side of them.

Baby blue eyes looked up at him like sparking pools in their own right as Layla reached up and stroked his ruggedly handsome face, running her soft warm fingers through his well-kept beard. He raised her shirt just some and helped her wiggle out of her pair of jeans pulling them down to her ankles after she arched her back and lifted them as he pulled. He smiled at her rather charming pair of white lace panties as he leaned down kissing her small flat belly and hovered just above her waistline. Layla moaned some as a result of his kiss and the rapidly increasing heat that filled her young body as she felt the scratchy tickle of his beard against her smooth bare flesh.

He slowly pulled down the white lace and caught a glimpse of the whimpering Layla who had been curious as to what he intended when he slipped her panties down her ankles and tossed them beside his cut and her jeans as he spread her smooth and shapely legs wide before noting the sparse reddish brown hairs that appeared almost blond up close as they lined her pelvis. Layla watched him still running her fingers through his unkempt dark locks as he shifted his body between her knees and dropped his face down kissing along her belly and pelvis and tickling her via his beard moving along her soft flesh.

She gasped when she felt him kiss her pelvis and almost couldn't contain herself when she felt the slick warmth of him lapping at her innermost depths via his impressively long tongue. The young woman moaned as her body began to react to the soft suckling and minor intrusion in the place that seemed to catch fire with the all-consuming heat that plagued her ever since their first meeting.

Her legs were bent at the knee and held apart via his rough and strong hands as he lapped at her like a starved man causing her to moan in rapid succession in the wake of feeling her body jolt and spasm in reaction to the pure unregistered bliss that surged through it. Layla had never before experienced anything remotely close to this as Brick continued to lap at her slick folds grunting as his intensity increased Layla reacted by gripping him by the hair and arching her hips to meet him as he proceeded to devour her as she watched him devour the cherry pies he'd been so fond of ordering at the diner.

As her moans increased, they were like music to his keen ears as he continued driving her wild with a combination of seemingly unyielding lust and need as she clung to him her knees quaking despite the powerful grip Brick had on them as a result of his maneuvering to grasp her inner thighs.

Even more, heat filled Layla as she began to lose focus on their surroundings. The old mill creek had been far from her mind as well as the grass and wild all around them as her mind had a seemingly keen focus on the sensation of Brick's tongue still lapping away at her slickness. She moaned again and again as her stomach contracted and she bucked her hips needing to feel more than just his tongue as she began to whimper for more contact. She began to become more and more unhinged as she yelled out into the open air lost in the new sensation as her cheeks turned red and her body arched repeatedly in reaction to her need.

Layla lost track of how long he'd been at it, moaning all the more as he had his way with her body and he'd only made her come undone via his tongue. The overwhelming sensation had gotten the better of her after a while and before she knew it, Layla had felt the onset of a rush and had begun to fear that all of his lickings had caused her to lose control of her bladder. She rocked and arched her body against his face as her release was ripped through her via his playful tongue.

The sweat-slick and panting girl gripped him via his head and neck for several moments as he lightly teased her slick flesh with his tongue once more before letting her go. Brick smiled against her sensitive flesh before he pulled back and rested on his knees, his face slick and glistening in the near moonlight that happened upon them as a result of them getting lost in their mutual act.

The older man set to work pulling down his trousers and had been about to give her what she so desperately craved when the bright light of a flashlight beamed in his direction causing him to tuck his stubborn cock back into his jeans and swiftly cover the exhausted and panting half named young woman via his biker cut and her jeans.

"Can I help you?" Brick called out into the darkness as the light passed over them once more.

The person responsible for the light had been an old man armed with a handgun as he had his mind set on patrolling the area due to the proximity of it being near his property line. He had heard talk of wolves being out and about after many people found deer carcasses ripped apart with a good deal of the meat and innards gone from them.

"Just patrolling is all." said the voice of a gruff old man. "Been talk of wolves round these parts, they found mutilated deer around for the past few days...just making sure the pack doesn't come my way."

Layla huddled close to Brick as he used his larger body to shield her from the flashlight. She slowly got dressed, shaken from the fog of lust that overtook her and got her to go as far as she had with him. It was something to note that he'd been only seconded from taking it further before the old man showed up with his flashlight.

"I suggest you folks get while the getting is good." said the old man. "No telling when the wolves will be back."

Brick nodded in agreement sensing that there was little that could be salvaged from the moment they were lost in.

"Will do," he replied as the older man walked away from them to patrol elsewhere.

By the time he looked back, Layla had pulled on her lace white panties and jeans as if nothing had ever happened. Frustrated but having pressing business to attend to in terms of his travels and Layla's safety, Brick adjusted his attire and put back on his cut after lifting it off the ground. The two of them made their way toward his bike in the wake of the relatively awkward situation.

Layla had been silent as she climbed on the back and relatively embarrassed about what happened despite loving the feel of Brick's large wet tongue inside her.

"Don't tell me you've gone shy on me after all we just did?" he said folding his sunglasses and putting them into the front pocket of his leather cut.

"Shut up," said Layla trying her best to hide her red cheeks even in the semi-darkness that surrounded them. "Anyway, I wasn't expecting you to be so dirty."

Brick smirked.

"Nothin' dirty about eating cherry pie," he remarked as he climbed onto the bike. "Best on I ever tasted in a long while...maybe we should add it to the menu at the diner."

Layla struck him across the arm and rolled her eyes.

"Take me home, Perv," she said trying not to smile when he turned around to get the bike started.

"As you wish," replied Brick in a charming tone after licking his lips. "Cherry pie is definitely, my favorite flavor."

He revved up the engine after starting the bike and they took off back down the winding dirt road from where they came in the direction of Layla's family home. Layla leaned her head against the older man's back, unsure of what might have happened had the random man not stopped by to flash his light on them and even less sure if she would have stopped it before then.