39 Chapter 38: That Awkward Place Between Arousal and Rejection

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

Layla Quinn's blue eyes widened when she found herself eye to eye with her best friend Derrick whom had taken the liberty to let himself in when she'd left the front door unlocked after following Brick inside. She'd been so caught up with him and his strange situation that she had forgotten that Derrick had told her he would stop by to get out of the house. Layla was shocked to her core as she stood looking between her and the completely naked older biker known as Brick Kenneally. The older man simply sighed and lied back on the bed with the sheet covering his lower body, for whatever good it did him as Derrick had gotten more than an eyeful of the mysterious man whom his friend had the infamous kiss with during her shift at Earl's Diner. Despite being red faced, Layla had been wearing her jeans despite her light pink colored bra being the only thing covering her nearly bare chest.

"Well, hello tall dark and gorgeous." said Derrick not taking his eyes off the naked older man.

He'd had been more his type and Derrick never could say no to what he often considered to be "Eye candy".

Layla rolled her eyes at her best friend's remark.

"Derrick, don't you knock?" she growled a bit due to pent up sexual frustration and because she thought when he first walked in that he'd been her father.

"I did knock." protested Derrick in his own defense. "It's not my fault you two were too busy getting hot and heavy in here to notice."

Layla rolled her eyes again and Brick simply chuckled clearly amused by the two bickering friends. She'd been so caught up in the moment that she hadn't even considered what would happen if her father were to walk in on her and see her with Brick no less. It wasn't at all like Layla not to keep a look out for her father, especially when she had a naked older man in her bed.

"It's not funny jerks." she replied with a sigh as she saw her way to climbing up off the bed only for Brick to follow behind her and pull her back toward him as he wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her shoulder.

"I wouldn't have cared one way or the other really." admitted Brick rather shamelessly. "If you'd have given me permission, I'd have done you in front of your old man with a cherry on top."

Layla quickly scooped up one of the nearby pillows that had fallen from the bed in their exchange once she'd been free of him and threw it at his chest. He caught it and chuckled some as she turned her attention back to Derrick whom had been more or less staring at Brick's massive muscled naked body and paying as little attention to his best friend whom had still been half naked in her own right.

Brick didn't seem bothered by the attention even from Derrick as his eyes still blazed via need when it came to Layla whom had tried her best to ignore the magnetic pull that willed her to forgo her caution and throw herself into the older man's arms, audience and potential fears about her father's arrival be damned.

She fought to keep her composure and finished getting dressed as she shoved Derrick out of the bedroom and into the hall before turning her attention back to Brick.

"You have to go." she said sounding a bit saddened by the implication of what she'd been asking. "I can't take the chance of him finding you here."

Brick smirked and nodded in understanding before walking over and capturing her lips in one last heated kiss as she threw her arms around his neck.

"You work today?" he asked when he pulled back long enough to speak, his massive chest rising and falling with each labored breath before her.

"Mmmmhmmm." replied Layla unable to tear herself away from him so easily.

Brick brought her face up via his fingers when she had been drown to the detail of abs on his torso. Their eyes met, the hypnotic grey of his and the near on oceanic blue of hers before he captured her lips in one last kiss before turning his attention to hopping out the bedroom window and taking off into the morning before she could inquire as to where his clothes were.

Briefly she watched him disappear into the trees as if he'd never been there and turned her attention toward straightening her bed and seeing to a no doubt inquisitive Derrick whom had been all smiles when she opened the bedroom door to find him still standing at it in the hopes of getting a bit more information about the handsome man that seemingly disappeared after he caught him with his best friend.

"So...." said Derrick doing a bit of teasing.

"Don't start." said Layla still having a hard time getting a hold of her warring emotions.

"Oh come on...you can't be making out with an older handsome naked man and I walk in and not tell me how it was." whined Derrick if only to annoy his best friend further. "Did you guys even do IT yet?"

Layla's face turned red at the implication of her having sex and the fact that Derrick would have quite possibly walked in on it had he been any later in his arrival.

"No." said Layla firmly, "What you saw was as far as we got and it's going to stay that way."

Derrick smirked.

"Sure." he said offhandedly as he thought back to how impressive Brick Kenneally's body had been in full view. "Some girls have all the luck."

Layla arched a brow at this and picked up one of the pillows that still remained on the floor near the door to her bedroom and swiftly struck Derrick across the face with it. He laughed when he recovered and saw his way toward entering her bedroom and defending himself with a pillow of his own which promptly launched them both into something of a pillow fight as they giggled about the strange turn of events and what might have been to themselves before crashing onto her newly made bed.

Despite the minor distraction, Layla's mind had traveled back to Brick and what almost occured between them. While she was of legal age to engage in sexual contact with him, she was quite nervous about the act and the nature of her strange obsession with a man she hardly knew but seemed to know everything about enough to want that with him more than any boy she'd ever had a crush on in high school.

{What's happening to me?} she thought to herself as the images continued to flood her weary mind and she found herself wanting the older brute of a man all the more.