Chapter 5
Irish
Once I finished with Cynnamin, I winked at her and said, “Thanks. It’s always a fun time with you.”
She winked, “Why do you think I always come here? You give it so good, Irish.”
I winked back at her and then headed down the stairs and out to the courtyard, with Cynnamin trailing me until we walked past a set of tables.
I was straightening my clothes, my eyes scanning the courtyard for Sutton to make sure some little punk ass wasn’t messing with her.
I frowned then when I didn’t get a sight of her ashy brown hair that I liked a whole hell of a lot.
I did another scan and then locked eyes on Gabby from where she was sitting beside Pipe.
Knowing Gabby would know where Sutton was because the two of them were as tight as two women could be.
The moment I reached Gabby, I asked, “You seen Sutton?”
She nodded, took a sip from her beer, and said, in a weird way, as if she didn’t care, “I saw Pagan take her into the clubhouse.” Then she looked at her watch, “That was hours ago. You need her?”
I took in a breath.
Fucking. Hell.
Fucking Pagan?
I was still learning about him, but I knew that he didn’t deserve to be in the same breathable space as Sutton when I took in a breath and let it out, then asked, “What did he need her help with?”
She simply shrugged. “Not sure, but well, she liked whatever he said to her. She jumped out of her chair lightning quick.”
I felt it, why I was called Irish. My temper was riled. I knew my neck had just flushed scarlet red as my nostrils flared, “You mean?”
Gabby sat her beer on the table, then leaned on her forearms, “You know me, Irish, you know I’m blunt and tell it like it is, so I don’t want to hear a single word for disrespecting you for what I have to say. Everyone knows how she feels about you. Everyone also knows how you act whenever another brother even talks to Sutton. We also know that whenever that other woman comes here, you drop Sutton like a hot potato. It's not fair to Sutton. Make a choice. Because it happens again, you won't just have a pissed-off Sutton to deal with.”
Just as I opened my mouth to say something, like it was between me and Sutton, and when I realized I needed to talk to Cynnamin to see if she was okay with me talking to Sutton, I saw Pagan and Sutton walking back into the courtyard.
And something about the way Sutton looked caused my gut to tighten.
She was glowing.
But I felt a smirk tug at my lips because I had seen her truly glow, and the look she was sporting now wasn’t the same.
Not like when I finished pounding my cock into her tight heat with her hands tied behind her back.
But then I stood there as I watched Pagan lean down and whisper something in her ear, and she blushed, my temper was fraying, which caused me to bellow, “The fuck did you do?”
I watched as Pagan stood his ground, crossed his arms over his chest, and shot me a glare.
You little motherfucker.
And before I could say anything more, it was Sutton who spoke and caused my temper to slowly come back under control, but then... well... it flared up again.
“Went for a ride. I’m surprised you’re done with your whore already. Normally, you spend the night with her in your bed. Hope she realizes how special she is. Cause even I don’t get that.”
And with that, Sutton shoulder-checked me and then started to walk away.
But my dumbass self spoke when I shouldn’t have.
And my temper got the best of me.
“So, what, my dick wasn’t good enough for you now? You whore.” I shouldn’t have said that. Not to her. Fuck. Me.
Sutton stopped in her tracks and turned stiffly towards me, and I tried to hide the feeling that I knew I just fucked up with her, but something told me it was too late.
And I knew it was when she said, “Last time I checked, ever since I joined the MC, it’s only been your dick that's been in my mouth and my pussy. But my body sure as hell hasn’t been the only place your dick has been. But, after that bike ride with Pagan, he wants to fuck me seven ways to Sunday? I just might let him. Oh, and the last time I checked, I know I've been with one man willingly my whole life, and that’s you. I bet your whore can’t say the same, and neither can you. So, watch who the hell you call a whore. And if you ever call me one again after what I went through almost two years ago, I’ll kill you.”
You could’ve heard a pin drop as Sutton stormed to the side of the clubhouse and left.
I didn’t see my brothers get up and close in on me.
But I sure as hell felt the punch Rome slammed into my face.
He lowered his tone dangerously and said, “We all know what that girl went through. She was raped. And you have the nerve to call her a whore. The only reason none of us have even tried to be with her was that you were the only one she trusted.”
I stood still because I fucking deserved everything they were about to dish out.
Even the punch from Coal to my kidney.
Also, the punch from Pipe to my other kidney.
By the time they were finished, I turned stiffly and headed into the clubhouse.
A plan was formulated in my mind on how I could get Sutton to forgive me.
But first, I needed to down some painkillers.
Once I did that, I made my way, not to my room or anyone else, but to the hallway the club girls used.
And then I sat down as carefully as I could and leaned my head back against the wall outside her bedroom.
What. The. Fuck. Was. I. Doing.
I heard Sutton whisper those three little words to me.
So why the fuck was I holding onto the pride of not telling her what was really going on with me and Cynnamin and setting her ass straight?
Then I repeated those same words in my head, “A man isn’t a man at all if he doesn’t keep his word.”
Fuck.
Just then, my phone rang.
I pulled it out, and at the same time, Sutton opened her door.
When she saw me sitting there, she narrowed her eyes and slammed the door closed.
Fucking. Hell.
I looked at who was calling and felt my brows raise.
Why the hell was he calling me?
Answering the call, I asked, “Declan, what’s going on?”
“You plotted out that trip through the Louisiana Bayou and avoided the game wardens. Think you can do that again for me?”
“I can, but I gotta have all the info. You cool with that?” I asked him.
“Yeah, when can you make the ride?” he asked.
My eyes went toward Sutton’s door and the way she saw me sitting there and closed the door.
“I’ll ride out once I speak to Asher.” Once we hung up, I called Asher, and he answered on the third ring.
I rode out half an hour later and headed to Alabama.
With Trigger at my side.
Not knowing that a storm was brewing and I would need my anchor to keep me steady.