The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota...
The residual ache from being with Brick at the old mill still stung a bit as Layla had managed to get out of the shower and into a fresh pair of white panties, a pair of beige shorts, and a large black t-shirt and white socks pulled up to her ankles. She was more or less comfortable as she climbed into her bed lounging between the sheets and plush pillows, glad that her father had gone out and that his dog Brutus had been fast asleep after she fed him and did her best to clean up the house like always before showering and turning in for a nap. She couldn't get what happened between her and Brick off her mind as her cheeks became red with the memory of what came out of her mouth and her series of moans for the older handsome brute clad in black leather.
While she'd been nervous and her first time being inside an abandoned old dusty mill in the middle of the woods had not been ideal, she was glad she was with Brick after all of their mutual teasing and the direct pull to have each other had come into play.
Layla lay back against her pillows as her still water-slick dark brown hair soaked the surface of them as she recalled how good she felt with Brick's larger masculine body towering over hers with his numerous rippled muscles pressing against her, she bit her bottom lip as she recalled his intoxicating scent, the deep and almost feral growl that rumbled from his throat as he kissed her neck and chest.
She reveled in how strong he'd been, lifting her with ease as if she were light as a feather when he took her while standing shoving his massive throbbing hard cock in and out of her slickness with expert skill and considerate pacing, she'd been quite fortunate not to have given herself to someone inexperienced, she would not have enjoyed it so much in hindsight if she had.
Layla had felt her heart near on bursting as she recalled her feelings for Brick intensifying as the moments between them passed and she felt his strong heartbeat against her chest in tune with her own as they were joined amid the woods and the dust without a care in the world as to anyone outside of their shared union.
His hypnotic gray eyes pulled her deeper and deeper into a world she had never known before and wished so badly to return to once he'd been in her presence again. She had been sure of it, she had fallen in love with the hulking biker brute and there was no way anyone could talk her out of it, not even him if he'd been so inclined to try it.
With a contented sigh, Layla closed her eyes drifting off into a slow measure of slumber her body so desperately needed after what she had experienced the previous night and early morning which took to taxing her muscles and her emotional reserves in one go.
She'd been half asleep when a knock on the front door had gotten her attention in the worst way. She attempted to ignore it but the knocking got louder and more persistent so she found herself tossing back the covers she'd been tucked neatly under and climbing out of bed to march into the front room to see what all the fuss was about.
Layla opened the door about to give the unwanted intruders a piece of her angry young mind when she found herself once more face to face with her biker lover Brick Kenneally.
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The Front Room, The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota...
Layla's eyes had widened when she found herself face to face with Brick but he had not been alone as he stood on her porch with his arms folded across his massive chest and his keen gray eyes focused on Layla as Sheriff Tillman stood beside him with what looked to have been a recently done police sketch in his hands. She'd been quite shocked to see the sheriff on her property and with his hat in his hand as he did his best to keep his anxiousness at a low level and get the fact straight on his long-standing case that had been haunting him and quite a few of his law buddies for a good fifteen years.
"Brick?" asked Layla with an arched brow.
"Layla, is your old man home?" asked Brick in a rather serious tone. "Sheriff Tillman has a few questions for him concerning this woman..."
The old sheriff held up the sketch of a rather familiar-looking blonde woman who seemed to have been prone to wearing entirely too much makeup to the point of being clownlike in her appearance.
"N-No my Dad isn't home but...I think I know that woman in the picture," said Layla with a curious expression on her now pale face.
Brick's ears perked some upon hearing this.
They had been so adamant about a lead in this case that people started to talk and their talking eventually lead to quite a few people admitting to having seen that blonde somewhere before some years back just as Rooster had. She'd been someone of a rather colorful reputation and lived with a rather hardworking and reclusive man by the name of Quinn.
A Mr. Jarrett A. Quinn.
Layla's ill-tempered drunken and often reclusive father.
"Are you sure you have seen her before?" asked Sheriff Tillman hopeful despite his anxiousness.
"I believe so," replied Layla evenly as she reached for the sketch the sheriff handed her and looked it over up close. "Mind if I ask why you are looking for her?"
"Word is she might know someone we've been trying to locate, they were acquainted a while back and so forth we're only looking to ask her a few questions about the man she was with way back when." explained the sheriff.
"Where'd you see her before?" asked Brick with an arched brow of his own as he watched Layla look over the sketch from top to bottom.
"Well, it's not worth bragging about, but this here is my not-so-loyal so-called mother," she replied in a rather bitter tone. "She walked out on Daddy and me a few years back, possibly to run off with that man you're looking for, ain't seen nor heard from her since."
Brick had not been surprised to hear this aside from her being Layla's mother, word around town was that the blonde really got around and then some. He had not wanted to bring it up in front of Layla given her expression and the fact that she had not seen her mother in years. He didn't say it out loud but there was cause for worry if the blonde ran afoul of the man she had taken off with and left her family behind for.
As the sheriff and Brick stood on the porch questioning Layla about her mother and the last time she had seen her, the low blue eyes of Jarrett Quinn had taken in the sight of unwanted guests with the law at his front door.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" he asked in his usual gruff tone as he suspiciously eyed the bikers clad in Howler M.C. colors and the old sheriff standing in front of his daughter who he turned his attention to next. "Little girl, just what in the hell you doin' answering the door half dressed with menfolk out and about?"
"I have on shorts Daddy, and Sheriff Tillman wanted to ask me about this sketch of Momma," replied Layla in her own defense despite the heated gaze behind Brick's grey eyes when he noted her appearing to be half-dressed for the first time since he and his boys arrived with the sheriff.
"Well since you're home Jarrett I was hoping you can shed some light on when the last time was you seen your ex-wife?" asked Sheriff Tillman turning his attention to the gruff older man in the rattlesnake-cowboy hat, worn jeans, and sweat-covered brown over shirt opened to reveal a dirty white men's tank top.
The owner of the house and Layla's illustrious father had been wearing a pair of black sandals and carrying a fishing pole and a red tackle box and smelled heavily of booze and cigarette smoke which had been due to him having one between his upturned lips as he looked over that his unwanted guests surrounding his only daughter.
"Ain't spoke to her in years," said Jarrett with a gruff tone. "Bitch bailed on me and mine for a bunch of men and a good time so what do I care what happens to her?"
Sheriff Tillman sighed.
"We have reason to believe she has information on a man we're looking for in pursuit of justice for a long-standing crime," he said trying to appeal to the older Quinn. "She may be able to tell us some new information concerning our suspect, so please if you know where she is..."
Jarrett Quinn sighed.
"I know where she is," he said in a bitter tone. "Dumb bitch went off and got herself killed some years back when Layla was only a little girl, she walked out on us and got herself murdered by some man, probably the one you looking for I'd wager but she is in the grave as sure as you and I are standing here, I suppose you can ask her whatever you want about the guy...no guarantee she'll answer back."
Sheriff Tillman seemed disheartened about the now cold lead.
He had such high hopes for making a break in this case for the first time in years to wind up right back at a dead end. Brick had been silent as he looked over at Layla's father.
He'd been a real piece of work as far as attitudes had gone. Still, there was something about him, something that Brick had not liked and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story about him and his dead wife.
"Well if there's nothing else, I sugged you be getting back to town and off my property, me and my little girl ain't got nothin' to do with that dumb bitch getting herself killed nor the man you chasing." said the gruff Jarrett Quinn.
Layla stole one last glance at Brick, careful not to alert her father to her attention being on the older biker man as he came up the steps as Brick passed him going down. For a moment they stared at each other, their eyes locking as if in an attempt at a challenge and Layla found herself holding her breath at that moment afraid of what would happen between them.
They passed without incident and Brick got on his bike with the rest of his crew as the old sheriff climbed into his car, another disappointing lead had made him look visibly tired in a matter of minutes.
Brick took one last look at Layla's house while her father filed her inside away from the men along with his newly caught fish, pole, and tackle box. As he revved the engine of his bike and took off down the familiar dirt road ahead, Brick had thought back to Jarrett Quinn and how he had not liked the look of the gruff shifty old man of him even if he was Layla's father.