Chapter 3
Irish
The prospects had just unloaded the last of the kegs for the party we had planned to celebrate Halloween,
Thankfully, we were having weather like we should be.
Which meant the high today was eighty-one degrees and the lowest today was fifty-four.
That meant it was the perfect weather for a barbeque, Mississippi-style.
And that also meant that just about everything would have comeback sauce in it. I rubbed my hands together. I couldn’t wait.
The women were in the kitchen getting the side dishes ready while Whit prepared the grill. The man was a master at it.
How he got different meat to taste different with the coals and things he used, I would never know.
But when the meat hit your tongue, it was almost as good as an orgasm. Almost.
I was helping with placing the tree limbs and things into the area we had designated for the bonfire when the door opened, and the women started to file out with dishes in their hands.
I watched as Pipe dropped his log, then stormed over to Gabby, taking the dishes from her hands, Coal was growling at Adeline as he did the same.
I shook my head at the two of them, they were so pussy whipped it wasn’t even fucking funny, but then... fucking Pagan, that motherfucker was there, taking the dishes that Sutton carried.
And when she gifted him with one of her smiles, I felt my fist clench, my jaw hardened.
Why the fuck hadn’t I moved to help instead of criticizing Pipe and Coal.
Just as I was thinking that Stoney stepped to my side, “You’re going to piss a ring around her tonight, brother. We all know it. But you won’t move to help her. You can’t get pissed off at Pagan. He’s doing what any of us would do.” And with that, he walked away.
The rumble of bikes arriving had all the brothers stopping what they were doing and making our way to the front of the clubhouse.
The Soulless Outlaws had arrived, as well as Pagan’s Soldier’s, Immoral Saints, and the closest Wrath MC charter to us, the one in Alabama, Willow’s Crossing.
Asher shook hands with the Presidents. You had Nuke, Soulless Outlaws MC. Tomb, Pagan’s Soldier’s MC. Snake, Immoral Saint’s MC. Declan, Wrath MC, Alabama chapter.
I greeted the road captains, Jury, Cali, Grenade, and Rocket.
I watched as Whit greeted his fellow Vice Presidents, Grey, Atlas, Vulcan, and Cross.
Trigger greeted his fellow treasurers, Xander, Coins, Scythe, and Tinker.
Pipe greeted his fellow secretaries, Jasper, Eagle, Magnum, and Bash.
Coal moved to jerk his chin at his fellow icers, Grimm, Koffin, Tyne, and Rhage.
Priest shook the hands of his fellow enforcers, Kettle, Slater, Slayer, and Havoc.
Rome moved to greet his fellow sergeant at arms, Khal, Kodiak, Phantom, and Thrash.
Stoney met everyone, the blunt old fucker.
Four vans followed the bikes as women and club hangers on’s climbed out of them, fixing their mini-skirts and fluffing their hair. I caught sight of Cynnamin’s blonde hair.
Adeline moved to Coal’s side.
Gabby moved to Pipes.
Stella moved to Asher’s while dragging Chloe, her best friend and the one woman who had Asher’s undivided attention, she just didn’t know it. And neither did Stella. Yet.
Sutton was there walking through the men, and then she stepped to my side.
Nothing could have made me puff my chest out more.
But I didn’t like the looks she was getting.
She wasn’t claimed.
And after what she had been through, she didn’t need to be claimed. It would be her decision.
And god help the lucky motherfucker that got to call that woman his.
It wouldn’t be me, though.
What woman wanted a man that no one wanted?
Not even his parents.
Why else would they have dropped him off outside a fire station when he was only four years old? And then bounced around from foster home to foster home. Each home ended up getting worse and worse.
And all that any of them wanted was to collect a fucking paycheck.
I felt a hand rest on my forearm, looking down into Sutton’s eyes, she lifted a brow, then mouthed, “Are you okay?” she asked as she squeezed.
I jerked my chin at her, then pulled my arm from her grip and went back to work on creating the bonfire.
After I got some whiskey in my system, my earlier words faded, and like whiskey always did, it heightened my sex drive.
The party was raging at full force, and when I saw Sutton bend to a cooler and tag one of those sweet teas she loved, my dick got hard.
Jesus Christ, but she had the perfect ass.
Each globe fit deliciously in my hand.
Sadly, when she did that, it got more than one pair of eyes on her. Hands moved to adjust their junk, but they wouldn’t be in her bed, no, I would be there.
Or... yeah, correct that, she would be in my bed.
No way in fucking hell was I going to leave her bed only for some motherfucker to knock on her door later in the night.
Which was why I walked over to her. From the corner of her eye, she must have seen me coming, she smiled. I said, “You're in my bed tonight. Alright?”
She nodded, then smiled that full-blown smile of hers.
And damn, but I would do anything to receive those full-blown smiles of hers.
***
The women had knocked the food out of the fucking park.
I was so full that I doubted an hour would be enough time for the food to settle.
Nevertheless, everyone was looking forward to tonight.
A lot of dick measuring was going to be taking place.
And then a conversation I had overheard from the women made me chuckle; it had gone like this.
Lizette, “I want a man with a big sausage, stretch me so wide, I can’t breathe.”
Gabby, “Umm, yeah, no, I like my vagina the way it is. I don’t need it ripping.”
Adeline, “I’ve only ever seen one, and it’s perfect.”
Sutton, “I don’t think size matters. Those books I read, as long as a man knows how to work his cock, then size doesn’t matter.”
She was right. So fucking right.
I was taken from my thoughts when Asher climbed into the ring, brought two fingers to his lips, and whistled.
Since all the food was consumed, everyone had time to let their food settle because no one wanted to get puked on by someone who had been punched in the gut.
“We are honored to host this event. The changing of the seasons. And in honor of the changing seasons, it’s time for some retribution. If you want to claim your manhood back, sign up. If you have a dispute to settle, sign up. If you want to claim a woman for the night, sign up. And if you just want to beat someone’s ass, then sign the fuck up.”
Every man moved to where Pipe was sitting at a table with Gabby at his side.
Once I signed my name, I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.
Pipe was done and came to stand with me, followed by Coal.
Asher moved over with Whitt, Trigger, Priest, and Stoney.
Rome moved then, too.
“I’m so getting fucked good tonight.” I heard Gabby say.
Lizette, “Right. Last time this happened, Trigger was relentless.”
“I learned that public sex is the best kind of sex,” Adeline chimed in.
The girls looked at her and then busted out laughing.
“What about you, Sutton, who are you waiting for to take you all night long?” Lizette asked her.
“Already been claimed for the night. And I can’t wait.” She said with a huskiness in her tone.
At her tone and the way she said it, I shifted my legs to get my dick in a better place. I was looking forward to it, too.
The rounds had begun.
Phantom did some kind of ninja shit and knocked Rocket on his ass.
Koffin threw one punch and knocked Beast the fuck out.
It was a draw between Slayer and Slater.
It was Stoney’s turn.
Dawg, the tech man for Pagan’s Soldiers, stepped into the ring.
That was when Dawg pointed into the crowd.
I looked through everyone, and when I saw who he was pointing at, I felt my jaw clench.
I don’t think so motherfucker.
I could feel my brother’s eyes on me. Priest lowered his tone, “Brother, you gotta let it play out. You do it, shows you claimed her.”
Whitt spoke next, “We all see it. Even if you don’t. But brother, make a move or get off the pot.”
Did they see the same thing I did?
If they had, they wouldn’t be telling me the shit they were.
One, Dawg had earned his name. He was a fucking player.
Two, he was around the same age as her stepfather... the same man that ordered her to be raped.
And three... fuck it, I didn’t need another reason.
I didn’t hesitate to climb into the ring and tap Stoney on the shoulder.
He looked over at me, smirked, then climbed out of the ring.
Dawg looked at me, read my road name, and taunted, “Funny, you don’t look like an Irishman.”
I smirked, “Nah. But they see why I’m called that once they’ve pissed me off. And that’s something you're about to find out about.”
Without waiting a single second, I threw a punch into the side of his head, just right, and I smirked as he went down like a sack of bricks.
Then I popped my neck, looked at Pipe, and said, “Who's up next?”
A few of the brothers from the Pagans moved into the ring to drag Dawg’s body out of the ring.
Then, the man I was slated to fight climbed into the ring.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Jury smirked at me and then asked, “You ready, brother?”
I winked, “Bring it.”
We moved at the same time.
***
My hand was fisted in Sutton’s hair as I pounded into her from behind, my free hand went to her clit where I thrummed it with my thumb.
When she let out a moan, I asked, “You like that, baby?”
She moaned, “Yes, do that again. Fuck me, Irish, please.”
Her wish was my command.
I rotated my hips and slammed into her over and over and over.
Only then did I feel her pussy clench around my cock did I let myself go into the condom.
I stilled.
Feeling the orgasm shoot out of my cock and into her heat.
Then I had the sudden thought to forgo a condom... Jury hadn’t landed a single hit to my head... where the fuck did that thought come from?
I pulled out of her while shaking my head, tugging the condom off, tying it, and tossing it in the trash can.
When Sutton moved, somehow, she popped her body, and I got a view of that delectable pussy, fuck it.
I had my arm at her waist, lifting her body while walking us toward the wall.
Her legs went to the tops of my shoulders, her hands went to my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as I feasted on her pussy.
I swirled my tongue around her clit, as my hands squeezed her ass.
Just as I flicked her clit in random succession, she moaned, “Irish, fuck.”
I grinned into her pussy and repeated it, and I knew that if she hadn’t cared, the locks of my hair would have been pulled out with how hard she was gripping it now.
“Irish, I’m about to come,” I thought about telling her to let go, to give me all of it, but then I thought better of it.
I growled, “Not without me.”
And then I pulled my mouth from her pussy, lowered her body, pressed my mouth to hers, and in one swift move, I slammed my cock into her hot heat. And. I. Froze.
Holy. Fuck.
The way her pussy felt wrapped around my cock, my only thought was that I had died and gone to heaven.
Her pussy was so warm, sheathing my cock.
And I swear to Christ, it got even harder than it ever had before.
I gritted through my teeth, “Are you on birth control?”
She nodded, “Yeah, when I became a club girl officially, I had them install the implant. It’s good for another...” She didn’t finish.
Because of her words, I pulled out and slammed back in.
Groaning.
Moaning.
Gritting my teeth so hard it would be a wonder if I didn’t have a locked jaw after this.
I was pounding into her so hard now that slaps against my door could be heard.
But I didn’t slow, and Sutton paid them no mind.
Especially when she screamed, “Irish. Fuck. Yes. Do that again.”
I did it again.
And again.
And again.
It felt so good that I didn’t want this to end, but when I moved my hips just right, her pussy clamped down on my cock, and that was all I felt.
That was all my dick needed to feel.
Because her warm essence flowed around my cock, and I was shooting off inside of her.
We were both breathing heavily, trying to draw air into our lungs.
My arms were shaking from where I was holding her up, and my knees were shaking.
But even through all of that, I still carefully lowered her to her feet.
She didn’t move once her feet were solidly underneath her.
I smirked, “You alright?”
She nodded, then smiled, “Yeah, umm, can we do that again, but on a bed this time?”
I winked, “Give me five.”
And then, I repeated the moves on her body well throughout the night.
There wasn’t a place on her body my hands and mouth didn’t touch.
But Sutton wasn’t the type of woman to do all the work.
Oh no. After we had caught our breath, she then proceeded to kiss the bruises that had already formed on my body, moving down until she reached my cock.
And when she wrapped her lips around the head, I closed my eyes and knew I wouldn’t hesitate to kill again for this woman.
***
I wasn’t sure how early it was, but I was still wired and could go another round. But I allowed Sutton to do something I’ve yet to let anyone do.
Fall asleep in my bed.
But it wasn’t the sex we’d had all fucking night long that had me wired.
No... it was the whispered words I heard just as she fell into a cat nap.
“I love you, Irish.”
Fuck. Me.