Chapter 12
TWELVE
Bear
The party was in full swing by the time Sheridan, Morena, Ryleigh and Shauna came through the doors to shouts and cheers that they were back.
I watched as Sheridan ran straight into Ace’s arms, and Morena to Hawk.
Orla hadn’t left my arms the entire time she’d been here, and I intended to keep it that way.
Shae moved in through the door and straight to the bar, looking worse than I’d ever seen her. Red rimmed eyes told me she and Dempsey may have called it quits already.
Fuck.
Was I going to have to have a chat with him too about his relationship?
Tierney was sitting in the back of the clubhouse with some of the bunnies, as if her day hadn’t been completely shit.
I noticed Shona had covered up her bruise with heavy makeup, and wondered if that was for Savage’s benefit.
If I was right, he would rip Cameron limb from fucking limb if he found out.
“Look who it is,” Orla said, motioning toward the doors.
I looked over to see Dempsey standing there, waiting for me.
I kissed Orla on the temple and told her to stay put.
She probably wouldn’t, but I came to expect that from her.
Exiting the clubhouse, I moved down to where Dempsey stood by his bike.
His face looked worse for wear, which was why he probably didn’t want to come in. I noticed the absence of a cut on his back.
“How’d it go?”
“He’s taken care of,” he said. “Don’t worry, these bruises and cuts ain’t from that shithead. Brogan took the lead on that.”
“Damn, didn’t know he had it in him.”
“Yeah,” Dempsey chuckled. “Look, I gotta get lost for a few months.”
“This have anything to do with the lack of a cut on you?”
He looked down at his feet for a moment. “Yeah, the Reapers, what’s left of them anyway, ain’t too happy about my deceit. I gotta run for a bit until they calm the fuck down.”
“That why Shae looks ready to murder you herself?”
“She doesn’t need to know. She’ll follow me if she does. I need her to be safe, yeah?”
I nodded. “I’ll keep her here, rather than send her back to the Nomads. Demps, you can stay here. We can protect you.”
Dempsey shook his head. “No, little brother, I need to do this on my own. I’ll be back…but it may not be for a while. I need you to watch over Tierney.”
I nodded. “Always. You call me, day or fucking night if you need me, yeah?”
Dempsey nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Dad would have loved to see this right here.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He pulled me in for a quick hug, and got on his bike.
The roar of the bike was loud, and I felt something akin to sadness as I watched him ride out of the compound, alone and hunted.
Everything inside of me told me to go and ride with him, protect him, but he wanted to do it this way.
I had to trust he knew what he was doing.
I felt her hands on me rather than heard her, arms wrapping around my waist as she weaseled her way under my arm.
“You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“Sheridan and Ace disappeared already.”
I chuckled. “I don’t fucking blame them, I’d have you in a room the second you got home too. Don’t you recall the other day?”
Orla smiled. “I can catch up with her tomorrow. Why don’t we find somewhere quiet and make out like teenagers again?”
“Because what I intend to do to you could get us arrested,” I whispered against her lips. “We need to be seen, baby, so we have to stay.”
Her brows knit together in confusion. “Do I want to know?”
I shook my head. She nodded, knowing how it was in the club. I would tell her if she needed to know, but she didn’t.
“I want to show you something,” I said, taking her hand and leading her over to the shed. Opening the door, I turned the light on to a sparkling new studio. It didn’t have anything in it yet, but Kirby had returned earlier with a neon sign that he’d hung up on the wall.
Orla’s eyes lit up when she saw the sign.
“Orla’s Ink.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t much like you being away from me for too long, as you know, so I thought maybe you could open your shop here. Trust me, there are enough bikers coming through with ink needs that you’ll be kept in business forever.”
She twirled around the area, a broad grin on her face. “Really? This is mine?”
I nodded. “Yeah, we can expand it if you need more space. You can decorate however you want, get any equipment you need.”
“I fucking love it,” she said, her eyes lighting up as she crossed the space to pull me into the room completely. “Thank you.”
“Kirby and Rebel did this,” I said. “It was my idea, but they fucking pulled this place together in record time.”
“Well, I could go thank them if you like,” she said, making her way to the door. I grabbed her wrist and wheeled her back to me. She landed against me with a thud and a squeal of delight as I grabbed her bare ass cheeks from her ripped shortie jeans and squeezed.
“You fucking try and they’ll be dead,” I whispered against her skin.
“So…maybe instead, we christen the room then?” she asked, her voice husky with need. Her mouth moved to mine, and deepened the kiss, pulling a deep grunt from deep within my chest.
Fuck this woman was everything.
I held her tight against my body, her tits pushed up against my chest, her pussy against my thigh.
She moaned, and I felt something switch in me.
A need, a base need erupting from deep inside of me to have her against the wall.
A wall she would look at all day and remember how I drilled her against it.
I grabbed her ass and hauled her up. She squealed against my lips in delight, and I walked her to the wall.
She let out a grunt as I shoved her against the wall, her eyes widening in surprise before I claimed her mouth again.
Her little whimper of a moan ignited me further, my hands running up and down her bare legs, cupping her ass in my fingers and squeezing.
She ground her little pussy against my abdomen, her nails digging into my neck, her moan vibrating into my mouth.
I realised how hard this was going to be if I didn’t get those pants off her now.
I gently pulled her down so she could get on her feet.
She realised what I was doing instantly and undid the button at the top.
I knelt, yanking the denim down her legs, looking up at her bright pink thong.
Sweet fucking jesus.
I could see how soaked she was right now, and my mouth watered. Without delay, I fell between her legs with my mouth on her mound, my nose in the top of her slit, inhaling that goddamn scent that drove me wild. Orla’s hands were in my hair, her fingers twisting in the strands.
I grabbed at the elastic of the thong and yanked it down her legs, re-burying my face in between her thighs.
Lifting her legs up, I balanced her over my shoulders as I lapped at her arousal.
Orla moaned, bucking against my face as I feasted.
My cock was straining to get its own time within her, but I couldn’t stop now until I had her screaming my name.
“Alex,” she breathed out heavily. That was all it took before I pushed two fingers into her core as I sucked on her clit at the same time. Her moans filled the studio, her hips bucking against my face, smothering me in all her delicious pussy.
Fuck, I couldn’t think of a better thing to do for the rest of our lives than this right here.
“Alex, please, I need you,” she breathed out.
I wasn’t moving until she crumpled around my fingers and tongue. Then I’d take her, as many times as she could withstand, against the wall, on the floor, on the other wall.
Goddamn I wanted this entire studio to be christened with me and her.
I slid a third finger into her, and she clenched around them immediately.
Her breathing became heavy in the air, her fingers tightening around my hair, pulling.
Then, she was bucking out her release against my face as I continuously sucked at her clit, taking her over an even deeper cliff of pleasure.
When she relaxed against my body, I gave her lips one last lick before I stuck my fingers in my mouth, tasting her.
I helped her back to her feet, before I stood, grinning down at her as she looked up at me with lust in her eyes and that thoroughly satiated look.
“If you think that’s all we’re doing, babycakes, you got another thing coming.”
She didn’t have time to react before I lifted her ass up again to a delighted squeal, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pulled my jeans down over my ass and held the head of my cock to her entrance.
I slicked the head back and forth a few times, eliciting delightful moans from Orla with every flick, and almost killing myself from not being able to push into her.
“Alex, I swear to god,” she almost growled, the depth to her voice did something to me and my balls tightened at the sound. “If you don’t push into me right fucking now, I’ll go and find someone who will.”
“Like hell you will,” I growled in her ear. “There’d be a fucking massacre if anyone dared to lay an eye on you in this state, much less touch you.”
She trilled excitedly as I claimed that smart mouth with mine, and drilled into her to the hilt.
She moaned deeply into my mouth, her tongue stilling for a beat before she kissed me like a madwoman who couldn’t get enough.
I stayed in her, not moving, allowing her pussy to accommodate me and stretch before I pulled all the way out and did it again, and again.
I had to will my own balls to hold the fuck back so I didn’t come too fast.
She pulled from my lips, her hips moving back and forth on the wall so she could fuck me herself. I loved watching her try, and she was doing a fair bit of sliding up and down my cock on her own, but damn did I love watching her need me as much as I needed her.