Chapter 96: A Far Gone Conclusion

The Bathroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota...

 Despite his best efforts to keep silent about his slipping out of bed with Layla to answer the call of nature as intended, Brick found it very annoying that the moment he'd lined his impressive cock up to the toilet bowl the sound of his rushing urine had splashed about loudly echoing through the formerly darkened house as he attempted to hurry and get back to bed before she'd awoken. It had taken quite a bit of time to get her to relax well enough to fall asleep, given the day she had with her whole life being revealed as one big and tragic lie right from the mouth of the man she called father himself. 

Brick sighed as he attempted to make sense of the mess Jarrett Quinn's actions had made of his life and the life of young Sara Downes, selfishness had been the name of the game, and yet he knew without a shadow of a doubt that the old bastard had not been solely to blame for it. 

He'd thought long and hard back to the afternoon that he and Charley Mack were shot, leaving the old man dead and him very much alive thanks to Layla's quick efforts. Brick Kenneally had no doubt in his mind that Jarrett Quinn had been the one who attempted to do him in, but he wondered if the old bastard had known that he'd been a werewolf the entire time or merely got lucky when firing silver bullets into him before taking off. 

The shooting was deliberate and meant to get them off his trail Charley Mack had been the only casualty but the silver bullets had been something Brick wasn't in the least expecting. No one aside from his crew had known of his werewolf status not even Layla, who had been privy to that kind of information, it was strange to think that a dangerous and resourceful sort of man like Jarrett could easily pick up on his hidden secrets with so much ease. 

While Brick understood the shooting of Charley Mack had been to cover Jarrett's tracks, he had no idea why the man shooting him felt so personal. Personal to the point of him choosing specifically to load his gun with silver bullets to end his life instead of what he'd already had in the chamber. 

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Layla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota...

With a heavy sigh, Brick finished up in the bathroom, putting down the toilet seat before washing his hands and heading back toward Layla's bedroom. He took note of her, looking rather small as she bundled up with a pillow in his absence. He could tell that she'd been crying in her sleep, the cascading tears moving along her cheeks as he climbed into bed with her and slowly pulled her toward him. 

She opened her beautiful blue eyes and gratefully kissed him on the lips not at all wishing for more pain and heartache to cloud her weary mind as she maneuvered to climb on top of the larger brute taking into account his renewed sense of arousal as his thick cock jutted out at the instant of her soft delicate touch against his bare chest. 

A low hiss escaped Brick's lips as he watched the lovely young lass shift her weight onto his lap as she seemingly gripped part of his thick shaft with expert hands despite him knowing all too well that she'd been only moderately experienced when it came to matters of sex and mostly due to him being her most intense instructor. 

Layla seemed to delight in their very grown-up games as she found herself slowly stroking him as the thick shaft continued to pulse and throb in her two-handed grasp. Brick let out a low groan as he noted her dangling pert breasts and opted to give her a taste of her own medicine for teasing him be it directly or indirectly. 

Despite feeling herself having the upper hand, Layla found that she'd been merely fooling herself as Brick easily displayed his strength by lifting her onto his body with ease just as she impaled herself onto his massively throbbing cock making her teeth chatter and her young body quiver in the process. Her long brown locks swayed as she began to bounce unceremoniously up and down along her lover's shaft feeling his rough hands move along her smooth exposed thighs and hips as their mutual groans in the wake of the newfound bliss had rung out in the semi-darkened bedroom. 

The sound of the rain beating against the old yellow house had picked up again, not that it made much difference for Brick and Layla as their brazen act had taken up much of their collective attention. Brick gripped the lovely lass as she wrapped her arms around his neck, still bouncing along his thick appendage as he held her in place via her slender hips. 

There was something to be said about sex when it came to Brick being with a firecracker like Layla, and he supposed her formerly repressed lifestyle as Jarrett Quinn's unofficial daughter had something to do with it. 

A series of heated kisses passed between them as Layla saw her way to moaning in Brick's mouth as their lips met once more, the sheer act of being bonded so close igniting their mutually primal urges beyond that of their mortal understanding as if it had been common. Brick couldn't control himself as the wolf began to creep forward desperate for the embrace of its mate and much too dominant to allow her to do all the riding. 

The slight glow of his eyes as they turned into the all too familiar yellow-golden hue that seemed to always reflect the wave of lust that filled him whenever he'd been anywhere near the lovely young lass who had continued bouncing upon his thick cock moaning as their act continued to make her young body quiver with need and longing as she ran her smooth delicate fingers up and down Brick's bare chest needing only him in the early morning hours despite the mess her life had been revealed to have been as of late.