Chapter 9
NINE
Orla
“What are you doing?” he asked me as I zipped up the bag with all of my tattoo stuff he’d brought from the shop. I turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe, shirtless, and magnificent. His eyes told me he wasn’t happy with what he saw.
“I’m going to take my stuff back to work,” I told him. “I told Rory, and he was thrilled. He’s been struggling without me.”
“You can have your clients come here.”
“And go through a test to get inside?” I shot back. “Come on, Alex, you know I have to return at some point.”
He looked down at his feet, unhappy with the situation. I moved over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. His hands came to rest on my back.
“I’m just going to work,” I told him. “I’ll be home by dinner time. You can focus on club shit, and I can focus on drawing on some wimps who think they can handle a tatt.”
He didn’t say anything. My strong, silent man who thought he was emotionless, but I saw behind that facade. I knew what he was feeling without so much as a word.
“What do you want for dinner?” he asked me after a beat of silence.
“Whatever you cook is fine by me,” I told him, reaching up and kissing him.
He deepened the kiss, pushing me against the wall, his tongue wrapping around mine.
I moaned into his mouth, feeling the need to be as close to him as possible.
He lifted me up, his crotch digging into my pussy, his hard cock tempting me into giving in.
“Nice try,” I said against his mouth. “I told Rory I’d be there by 9.”
“Orla,” he growled against my mouth this time. “If you think I can’t fuck you in fifteen minutes and come so deep inside you that you’ll be tasting my cum for hours, then you really don’t know me at all.”
“What? So you’re a one pump chump now, huh?”
“When it comes to you?” he replied quickly. “Absofuckinlutely.”
His words did things to my insides, and I instantly knew I was going to need him inside me at least once before I left.
But if I let him come inside me, I’d be all squirmy, probably need a shower, and that just wasn’t going to fly.
“Look,” I said, pushing him back. “You’re worried, but you took out the problem, the threat against me. I’m safe there. It’s my job. I need to do it for my own sanity, but I also know you have needs.”
I sunk to my knees, and undid his pants.
He grunted, leaning against the wall as I took his hard cock into my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat.
His grunt of pleasure was all I needed as I gripped the base of his cock, squeezing as my tongue ran up the underside of him.
Bear’s hand went to my hair, fisting the strands and yanking my head back so he could watch my mouth slowly swallow his cock, until he hit my throat again.
My gag reflex was getting a workout, but I knew how to get past that.
When he started to buck his hips, fucking my face, I almost choked. He stilled inside of me, his cock filling my mouth as I learned to breathe around his length before he slowly started to do it again.
Fuck I loved when he controlled me like this.
I loved watching as he was constantly surprised by what I wanted to do to him. My scalp burned with pain from the hair pulling, but I lived for the pain I endured with him. I only wanted his hands on me from now on, only his dick inside of me, only his mouth on my body.
I was his.
I think I always was and I was just scared to admit it at such a young age.
“Fuck,” he grunted as his thrusts got deeper and harder. I squeezed his shaft, allowing him to fuck my mouth as my other hand fondled his balls.
He filled my mouth with his cum after a few more grunts, and I quickly swallowed. Something I hadn’t done before either.
He helped me to my feet, his mouth landing on mine and kissing me so hard I thought I’d fall back. His arms caught me as I stumbled back.
“Get naked,” he grunted against my mouth. I pushed him back, wishing I could, my pussy was throbbing, my legs itching to wrap around him as he fucked me into next week.
“I can’t,” I told him. “I gotta go to work.”
“Orla…”
It was a growl. A warning as his hands tightened on my arms.
“Think of it as an inclination that I’m coming back tonight,” I told him, pushing him back. “You know how bad I want you, my pussy is literally weeping for you right now, but I need to go to work.”
“You think telling me that was smart?” he asked me, his eyes darkening with desire yet again.
“Alex, go to work, and I’ll go to mine. I’ll see you tonight.”
He stood back, his arms crossed over his chest defiantly as I hauled my tattoo equipment up and headed out the door and down the hall.
As I loaded the car that one of the boys had brought over for me, I looked over at him standing in his doorway, an expression most wouldn’t be able to read, but I knew it.
He was fucking horny, but he knew I needed this.
It was his way of telling me he trusted I would be safe and I would be back.
Because there was no way in hell I wasn’t coming home to that dick and riding him all night long.
Bear
The meeting with Ace and Hawk was long and arduous, my thoughts were still on Orla with her lips wrapped around my cock this morning.
It had been painful to watch her drive away, but she’d promised to come back tonight.
I just needed to drown out the hours that I’d be without her, and then go home to her.
Home.
Fuck. When I bought that cabin, I never thought I’d use it for much other than somewhere quiet to go when I needed to get my shit straight. Having her there, it just made it a home.
Our home.
Fuck…when did I become a sap?
I’d sworn off that shit when she’d broken my heart immeasurably all those years ago. Now I was thinking of moving her ass in and making her an honest woman.
I ran a hand down my beard and tried to rid my mind of shit like that. It was too early and if I pounced on her with it, she’d run.
Again.
Orla was a flight risk which was why I didn’t want her to leave today, but I had to show her that I trusted her. I couldn’t watch her every damn minute of every damn day, could I?
Shona was behind the bar, cleaning glasses ahead of the night we would have.
It was Friday, which meant we opened the bar to the public to come and drink.
It had been a while since we did that, since all the shit had been going down around us.
It would be nice to have a night of frivolity, where I could show the world that Orla was mine.
My hand would be glued to her ass all night.
The sound of bikes rumbling outside had me twisting around to take count of who we had in the clubhouse.
Everyone was accounted for except for Savage, who had gone to the prison to see Chains and Razor. Something felt off about it, so I headed outside to see a familiar face getting off the bike, the helmet removed to reveal her punk haircut.
“Shae?”
“Hey, Bear,” she called out. “Mind if I come and talk to you guys for a minute?”
I didn’t respond, I just moved back inside and called Ace’s name. She came up the steps, her cut showing me she’d received a call name already. She was the first patch that had been a woman, and now she was one of us.
Valkyrie.
It suited her. She looked like a Viking Queen with her hair shaved, the rest of it braided around the shorter side.
“What’s happening?” Ace asked, coming from the back to see what the ruckus was about.
His eyebrows rose when he saw Shae standing next to me.
Hawk’s eyes travelled over his ex-girlfriend, but he no longer held anything other than respect for the first woman to break his heart.
He had Morena now, and he was content with that little minx.
“I’ve been doing some recon for the Nomads,” she said. “I’ve been tracking a rumour for a few weeks, but I basically got confirmation earlier today. Something’s going down in Kilkenny.”
“What do you mean?” Ace asked.
“The Broken Reapers and the Rabid Wolves have joined forces for one purpose,” she said. My blood ran cold, knowing we’d pissed the Rabid Wolves off, especially after the shit that went down with the Barones.
“Tell us.”
“To take Kilkenny and end the Ghost Rebels for good,” she said.
“Who told you?”
“I can’t tell you that,” she aimed at me. Something in her eye told me I should believe her, but I wanted to know if this was true or not. “But I can tell you, something is happening and it’s happening today.”
“Why?” Hawk asked her. “What could it be?”
“I don’t know that,” Shae admitted. “But I do know you need to lock down the clubhouse for a few days, at least. Protect the club. I’ll call the Nomads in.”
Ace swore, running his hand through his hair. “How likely is a war, Shae?”
“100%. No doubt.”
“Fuck,” Hawk swore this time. I was rendered numb. We’d just gotten through so much, how could we be at war a-fucking-gain?
“Call them in,” Ace said. “Everyone make calls to your people. Lock us down.”
“Shona,” Ace aimed at the woman behind the bar. “Send out a text to all club members and tell them to stay vigilant. We can’t house everyone here, not yet, but the bigger members need to get back here. Get Maree on the phone. She knows what to do.”
Shona nodded and grabbed her phone, her hands shaking. She wasn’t new to this, she’d grown up in a clubhouse like this, but she was scared.
Two clubs coming up against us? That was cause for concern.
“I need to go and get Orla.”
“I’ll get her,” Shae offered. “I’ll take the car and round up all the women, yeah?”
She knew we needed to strategise, we were the three biggest in hierarchy here. I looked to Ace who nodded.
“Sheridan and the girls are at my place,” he offered.
“Morena is working at the school,” Hawk told her.
She turned to me. “She’s at work, at the old mall. The tattoo shop.”
“I’ve got them, I’ll bring them back here soon.”
I watched as Shae left, to be trusted to bring our women back to the clubhouse while we prepare. I shouldn’t have let Orla go this morning. I should have dragged her to my bed and handcuffed her there until I was done with club business.
“Bear, get in here,” Ace ordered as we headed into church.
The room was crowded, as Ace and Hawk talked strategy, but my mind was on Orla’s safety.
She’d just gotten away from danger and here we go again.
This was club life, and I knew she understood that.
She was one of us, but it broke my heart that we couldn’t just be happy for a few months.
Now, I was going to fight to keep her in my life, even if I had to kill every fucker in those MC’s to do it.
The sound of the girls coming in through the door had us breaking from church to get settled. Some of the members had started to drizzle in, ready for the lockdown of the club, the clubhouse had never been so busy.
Ryleigh, Shauna, and Sheridan stepped inside with Shae. A concerned look on her face. Morena tumbled in after the girls, trying to settle them while Sheridan came over to me. Dread filled me instantly.
“What is it?”
“She wasn’t there,” Shae replied. “Rory told me she hadn’t turned up.”
“What?” I barked out. “She left to get there at 9. It’s almost fucking 11 now.”
Sheridan looked over at me. “She has to be somewhere. She’s not answering her phone.”
I picked up my phone and dialled her number, but it cut out after a few calls. Was she pissed off?
“Is it cutting off for you too?”
She nodded. “Yeah, she wouldn’t do that. We aren’t fighting and even if she’s mad at me, she would never do that.”
“I’m going to look for her,” I said to Ace. He nodded. “Take Rebel with you.”
I nodded over to Rebel, who was already on his feet and ready to go.
We headed down to the bikes and I instantly felt white hot rage travel through me as I got on the bike and tore out of the compound, passing club members as we sped down the road. Rebel was hot on my heels, matching my speed, knowing how important this was.
I could scarcely breathe.
I got off the bike at the mall, parking illegally, as I ran inside. Rory was sitting at the register, worry written all over his face.
“She’s not been here, and she’s not answering,” he said, holding his phone up. “I just assumed she was doing something at home or sleeping in. She does that, you know, she sleeps in and misses alarms.”
Fuck.
“Where is somewhere else she would go?” I asked him.
“Her apartment.”
“Shae already checked there,” Rebel said. “No-one has been there.”
Horror filled me as I realised she could be anywhere in Kilkenny, and with the threat on our club, she was in real fucking danger.
I didn’t say anything as I ran outside with Rebel on my heels, heading back to our bikes. “We ride around until we find something.”
Rebel nodded, putting his helmet on. My phone rang as I was about to start the bike. I pulled it out to see Brogan pop up.
“What?” I barked into the receiver.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t get hold of Cooper or Casey,” he said.
“We’re in lockdown.”
“Why?” he asked, cautiously.
“Rival MC after us. What do you want?”
“I’m calling because I didn't want to startle Sheridan, but you need to get her and the girls safe.”
“Why?”
“We had one of our prisoner vans vandalised, while it was transporting a prisoner.”
“So?”
“Alex, the prisoner was Neal Foley. He’s out.”
Horror swam through me faster than I knew what to do with. “Who did it?”
Brogan hesitated but after a few moments he replied, “Rabid Wolves insignia was found at the scene, draped over a dead cop who had been escorting him. Look we’re doing everything to find him, but just keep everyone at the clubhouse, locked down. Safety in numbers, yeah?”
FUCK.