Chapter 2 #3
I looked down at his shirt which swam on me.
I hadn’t removed it when we’d come back here, his masculine scent lingering on my body made me feel safe.
It hadn’t come easily, but eventually, after not sleeping for days, I had drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke, Bear hadn’t been there, but I felt comfortable in his shirt.
“I suppose he needs his shirt back,” I said, finishing my shot and swivelling to jump off the stool. Hawk caught my arm and I flinched.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s okay, I just…I don’t know…”
“You’re safe here, with us,” he said, and I saw there, for the first time, the pain on his face.
I put my hand on the side of his face, but said nothing.
There were no words that I could piece together right now.
I made a move to head down to the cabin that we’d been staying in.
Sheridan and Ace had been holed up in one room, her sobbing and crying had been gut wrenching but when she heard the girls were okay, she’d relaxed.
Hawk was in another room, and Wolf in another, recovering from his injuries.
I hadn’t seen him much, but I knew he had been tortured.
Bear had me in his room. They must have run out of rooms, I thought.
I opened the door and headed down to the room where I’d woken in.
Bear was coming out of the bathroom, shirtless, and showing off all those tattoos on his chest.
Tattoos that I wished had been done by my hand.
“Hey,” I said. “You must want your shirt back.”
I made a move to take it off when I felt his strong hands on mine, stopping me. “It’s yours now. I have others.”
I nodded, because that’s all I could do. “Thanks.”
Catching my reflection in the mirror, I shuddered and looked away. Bear caught it and then he dragged his hands up to cup my face. “You’re safe here, Or. No one is going to fucking touch you again.”
“He didn’t touch me,” I told him, looking into those beautiful eyes that haunted me even now, years later. “He…he said I was disgusting to look at, so I guess I’m thankful for that.”
“You are anything but disgusting, Or. You know how devastatingly gorgeous you are.”
I felt myself shiver, the compliment reaching the most sensitive parts of me. His hands left my face and he moved to put a shirt on.
“I just wanted to see if you needed anything,” he said, pulling the identical shirt to what I had on over his body. “We have to go help Dario and his boys for a bit, but we’ll be back later.”
“Thank you, Alex,” I said. Thank you didn’t seem like enough words for what he did for me. “For coming here. I understand why Ace came for Sher, and why you guys came for Wolf, but for you to let me punch and kick you when you just tried to save me…that was…well, I’m glad it was you.”
There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t read, which was crazy because there had been a time when I could read everything he was trying to say. He’d never been a big talker, and I was okay with that, because I always knew what he wanted.
I missed those times.
I missed being able to be close to him.
“You think I wouldn’t come to save you, Or?
” he asked, closing the distance between us.
His face was close to mine, and I saw the heat in them.
The same heat he’d had for me all those years ago, before he had left.
I could barely breathe with how I was feeling right now.
“You think I could stand it if someone else touched you when you didn’t want to be touched?
I would murder every fucking one of them for taking something from you that wasn’t free for them to take. ”
Tears welled in my eyes as his voice wrapped around me like a security blanket. I wanted to be his. It was why I’d told Matteo that I was his woman. To have this man protect me, without a shadow of doubt, without hesitation, it did things to me.
But it wasn’t real.
He protected me because he was loyal to Ace, and they were already coming for Sheridan.
“Orla…”
His voice gave me goosebumps but I couldn’t look into those eyes anymore and not see the blind adoration he’d once had for me. Like I’d had for him.
Pulling from him, I made a move to go lay down but his hands were quick to pull me back to him.
Surprised, I looked up into those dark brown eyes.
They were darker now, so dark I could barely see the pupil and iris separated.
His mouth crushed down onto mine, and I whimpered as I melted into him.
His arms wrapped around me, pushing me up against the wall.
Fingers kneading my ass, my pussy weeped for him.
I deepened the kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck so he couldn’t leave me.
Safety.
That’s what I felt when I was with him.
He was my safe place, and he always had been, no matter how hard I tried to deny it. Even after all these years, and everything I endured because of this man.
I never felt safer than I did when Bear was around. It was why I hung out at the bar so much when I knew they had returned to Kilkenny. I may play with him, and bug him to no end, but it was because I wanted to be near him.
I wanted his stony silence, his darkened eyes on me whenever I bent over the pool table, flashing my ass.
I wanted his fierce grip on my back as he kissed the hell out of me, claiming my mouth with his own.
I moaned into his mouth as he ground his hard cock against my pussy. Why were we wearing so many goddamn clothes? I needed him to sink into me, to claim me, because I was so inevitably his I could scarcely breathe.
His hands moved under the shirt, grazing over my skin. The roughness of his fingers tore through me like nothing else I knew.
“Tell me no,” he grunted against my mouth. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave.”
“Alex,” I moaned, throwing my head back, and grinding my pussy against his front. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll go find an Italian to do it for me.”
The growl that ripped through his throat had my clit throbbing for his attention.
He undid his pants between us, and ripped at my panties under my skirt.
I pulled it up, thankful it was a mini skirt.
His fingers moved between my folds, a feral groan erupting from him when he felt how wet I was.
He coated his fingers in my arousal, plunging them into my core.
I threw my head back at the pleasure assaulting my pussy as he pulled his fingers free, coating his cock in my juices before he positioned himself.
Fast, needy, rough, and pushed into me so fast and so fully that it took my breath away.
I pulled him to me, hugging into his body as he ploughed into my pussy with grit.
He fucked me so hard I couldn’t breathe, and if this was the way I went out, I was 100% okay with that.
This was exactly what I needed, and wanted.
Fuck away my pain, Alex, I thought to myself.
My pussy was throbbing around him, an orgasm rumbling its way through me just from his dick alone.
His hand moved between us, his other arm holding me to him, while his finger grazed over my clit and sent me hurtling over the edge.
He grunted as my pussy clenched around his cock, as wave after wave of pleasure stole the breath from me.
Fuck.
Bear tumbled over right after me, shooting his load into me so deep that I feared I'd taste it in my mouth. He kissed my neck, and up to my mouth, stealing my breath again as he kissed the fucking life out of me.
A knock on the door called out for Bear.
I froze, but Bear simply growled. “What?”
“We gotta go, brother,” Ace called out. “Come on.”
“Fuck off and give me five fucking minutes.”
I giggled against his shoulder, but he didn’t let me go. He simply looked me in the eye.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Better than okay. I might actually get some sleep now.”
The smirk lifting at his lips would have been hard to see if anyone else looked at him, but I saw the way his beard lifted.
Slowly, he pulled out of me, and I missed the feeling instantly. He tucked himself back in his pants, looking down at me where he’d set me down on the bed, his eyes travelling to what I could only assume was a pink and swollen pussy. His eyes glazed over.
“Go, before he marches in here and drags you away,” I told him. He smirked again and left the room. I pulled my skirt off, and looked down at the destroyed panties.
Great.
Now what was I going to wear?
I pulled the remaining scraps of panties off and moved over to the bag in the corner of the room. Locating a pair of his, I pulled them on. They were entirely too big, but I didn’t care. I slid down into the bed, feeling the weight of sleep calling.