Chapter 12 #2
I moved my hips, slamming into her over and over again. Her eyes rolled back before I claimed her mouth again, needing to be inside of her everywhere.
Her pussy was clamping down on my cock, telling me she was close yet again.
Moving one hand down between us, I slid over her clit with one swipe before I felt her still for a moment, her body rocketing back and forth, her hips rolling, her moans getting deeper as she bucked her orgasm over me.
The grip she had on my cock made it hard to move, but I grabbed her hips anyway and I fucked into her as hard as I could, claiming her in every way I could.
It was a need.
I needed to ruin her so she’d never have another man.
She was mine.
Always was, always would be.
Mine.
She moaned out my name and that was all my balls needed before I felt myself slamming into her again, my cum shooting up into her with such high velocity that I was surprised I didn’t taste myself on her tongue.
Orla collapsed against me, and I held onto her and the wall to steady myself, laying my teeth on her neck and biting down.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but when I felt her pussy clench around my cock that was still inside her and that moan come from her mouth, I could feel myself getting hard again.
How the fuck was that even possible?
I looked up into her eyes, and saw that excited gleam to them. She felt me get hard again inside of her, and she was just as ready for round two as I was.
“You’re going to kill me,” I whispered against her lips.
“At least we’ll go out together and in bliss,” she said before she kissed me.
She had a point.
Orla
I lay in Bear’s arms, completely naked and breathing heavily.
We’d fucked on almost every surface of this studio, and now my legs didn’t work.
Sweat slicked between our bodies, but I didn’t care, I couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend tonight than in my new tattoo studio, fucking the only man I had ever loved.
I could still scarcely move from the aching in my loins but when I heard the telltale sound of a commotion outside, I felt Bear stiffen. We lay there, on edge for a few moments, before I heard a voice I had hoped not to hear again.
“Fuck,” I hissed out, my body shaking in fear. Bear stood up, looking out the side window. “Is that…”
“Stay here, Orla. I mean it, do not fucking come outside.”
I could only nod my head as I watched him pull on his jeans, boots and shirt before he left the shed. I slowly pulled my clothes from the side of the room and with shaking hands, put them on my body.
The sound of a gunshot had my body frozen in fear.
Was Bear okay?
I rushed to put the rest of my clothes on and looked out the window. The entire carpark area was awash with rival MC members, and that fucker Neal coming at Ace.
Fuck.
I moved through the garage that was connected to the studio and looked for a gun.
I knew there would be one in here, this place was used for them to torture their enemies for information.
I wasn’t clueless as to how bad things could get here, but the simple fact was, it was a business.
They needed to put pressure on people who didn’t respect them.
Everywhere I looked there were only tire irons, and basic tools you would use if you were working on bikes.
Fuck.
I grabbed the closest thing to me which was a crowbar and I moved out of the garage, staying to the edge of the fray. I could see faces in the windows of the clubhouse watching on as the compound was awash with war.
They had the fucking nerve to come here and do this on our turf? Neal was going to die today, and I was glad for it.
Not just for my own sanity, but for Sheridan and those beautiful girls. They would be free of him.
We all would and the world would be better for it.
I tried to see where Bear was but with all the flying fists and grunts, it was hard to see through the bodies.
Fear shot through me like a bullet as I searched for him. If Neal tried to hurt him, I would be the one doing life in prison.
That’s when I saw him.
He locked eyes with me, his eyes wide with fear, just as a fist collided with his jaw. I screamed out, running toward him.
He hadn’t gone down. Instead, he reared back and delivered an uppercut to the offender, and then another fist into the side of the face. The guy was down. Bear came over to me, grabbing the crowbar off me and hauling me away.
“I told you to stay put,” he growled. “Get inside.”
“No,” I replied, angrily.
“Orla, I swear to god if anyone hurt you right now, I would be put on death row,” he said, his eyes flush with anger.
“We don’t have death row here.”
“They’d bring it back for what I did to everyone here. Get the fuck inside and lock the doors.”
I didn’t want to leave him. I felt like I couldn’t, but I knew I had to.
I knew me being out here would get him seriously hurt.
“I want my crowbar back.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” he growled again. “Get.”
I held my hand out, not wanting to budge. Something about pushing his limits, even amongst a warzone, did things to me.
His lips were thin white lines as he grunted, lowering and lifting me over his shoulders like a caveman. I protested, but it was no use. Bear knew how to manhandle me. It was what I loved about him. He was the only one who would ever be able to tell me what to do.
He planted my feet down on the ground at the door to the clubhouse. Arms snaked out and hauled me back. He was already down the stairs, back into the warzone before the doors closed.
My heart seized as I turned to see Shona looking at me apologetically. “You have to let them do this.”
I knew she was right, it didn't mean I wasn’t pissed off about it.
I moved over to Sheridan who shook with fear as she watched her ex-husband try to beat the crap out of her current beau.
Maree was comforting the twins on a couch away from the lounge, while the bunnies all tried to block the windows so they couldn’t see.
I moved over to Sheridan and put my arm around her.
Together, we watched as our men fought to keep us safe.
Bear
Fucking woman would be the end of me.
I told her to stay put, and what does she do? Comes out here with a fucking crowbar. The punch to my jaw fucking hurt, and it still ached, but I knew she needed to be in that clubhouse with the others, safe.
I located Ace, punching on with Neal who had at least three guys with him. Knives were pulled and I felt my legs carry me over to him faster than I could have ever moved, especially post-coital.
I gripped the crowbar tighter, annoyed that I’d left my guns in the cabin tonight.
We definitely didn’t see this coming, or we would have posted a lot more sentries at the gate.
Kirby was recovering from what I could only assume was a broken jaw with the way it hung at the side, blood gushing from his mouth.
“Get the fuck inside,” I yelled to him. He was no use here, especially not like that.
I got to Ace just as Hawk got here. Ace had on his brass knucks and was hammering away into one of Neal’s men.
Neal was punching on with Rebel who was giving much more than he was receiving.
I moved over to dispatch another guy coming for Ace from behind.
Raising the crowbar, I brought it down on top of his head.
He fell back instantly, before I moved to the next guy, slamming the length of it into his gut over and over again until he fell back, in agony.
Next, I grabbed the guy hitting Ace and let the end of the crowbar slice into his abdomen, twisting it until he grunted and cried out, blood dripping from his wound.
I had to yank the crowbar out of his chest to carry on and he fell to the ground, a large gaping wound in his gut.
Ace pushed Rebel out of the way and hit Neal under the jaw with his knucks. The pure rage in his eyes told me he wouldn’t stop until Neal was dead.
Brogan’s words filtered through my mind and I knew with Neal’s death, Ace would go away.
Neal would win. I couldn’t let that happen.
I shoved Ace back by the scruff of his shirt and landed the crowbar in Neal’s gut.
He hunched over immediately. It would be too easy for me to end him here and now, and the women would be safe.
There would be no one threatening our claim on this town.
It would mean prison, but the club and everyone would be safe from this fucking monster.
I looked down at the pitiful excuse for a man and thought of all the horrible things he’d done to us, to Sheridan, to his own flesh and blood.
The fury inside of me lashed out, and I knew I would end his life.
It had to be me.
It had to.
I raised the crowbar up to smash down on him again when I felt someone tug me back. I looked over to see Brogan coming through with a bunch of cops, cop cars everywhere as they approached Neal on the ground. Guns were aimed at my men, his men, and everyone who carried a weapon.
“Weapon down, O’Leary,” Brogan said, aiming his gun at me. I dropped the crowbar and backed up with Ace and Hawk on my sides. He lowered the gun to Neal, coming to stand over him. “Neal Foley, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent…”
As he carried on with the miranda rights, I felt the fury slowly dissipate. He’d been the sign I needed to stop.
When Neal was hauled up into custody and shoved into the back of a vehicle and his men were slowly being thrown into the back of a bus at the front of the compound gates, Brogan made his way over to us.
“Look, the likelihood that one of these fuckers is going to press charges is slim, but there’s always one. You stand by that they were carrying, threatening, and you acted in self defence. They were trespassing. It won’t go far.”
I nodded at him, knowing he was doing everything to help us get out of this in one piece. We already lost two of our men, we couldn’t afford to lose any others.
And I really didn’t want to lose the ability to be able to touch, pleasure or hold Orla.
Brogan saved my ass.
He nodded quickly, and led his men off the compound and toward their cars. Once they were gone, we heard the women come outside, tending to those who had been wounded.
“At least he’s behind bars now,” we heard Rebel say. He’d been behind bars before too, and got out. The fucker deserved death.
“Viper,” Ace called him over. “Tomorrow, when you visit Chains and Razor, drop them a little knowledge about what happened tonight. Make sure Neal’s stay in prison ain’t going to be pretty.”
Viper nodded. “Got it, prez.”
“What the fuck we hanging around for?” Hawk bellowed. “Get inside and turn the tunes up.”
Orla sidled up to my side, and held me close. I kissed the top of her head.
“You disobeyed me, Or.”
“I know,” she said, but she didn’t offer an apology. I knew she wouldn’t. She was too headstrong for her own damn good.
“You can’t just run into a goddamn fight with other bikers,” I told her, wheeling her around to face me. I saw the red eyes, the unshed tears and I just about broke. “I would literally go to hell and back to save you.”
“And I would for you too,” she said. “You may think I’m not tough, Alex, but I am.
I’ve dealt with more shit in my life than you ever could imagine.
It doesn’t mean I don’t want you to protect me.
In fact, I love that you go crazy for me, but it also means I would do the same for you.
I love you, you fucker, and I will bleed out a son of a bitch who dared to hurt you. ”
The swelling in my chest had nothing to do with the fight I’d just had. She was as fierce as I was, especially when it came to me. I should hate it. I should hate the way it made me feel, but I fucking loved the viciousness in her.
She was my little vixen, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Okay Or, you can defend me, but only if I'm flat on my ass and you have a weapon you can actually use in your hand.”
“As if anyone can lay Alex O’Leary flat on his ass,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Exactly,” I said into her hair as I pulled her in, her arms wrapping around to my back as I just held her, smelling that strawberry shampoo she loved.
“You’re such a brute.”
“You bet your damn ass I am,” I told her.
“And I could have so easily used that crowbar,” she said, as I led her inside.
“No, babe, you couldn’t. I’ll teach you how to defend yourself.”
“With one of your guns?”
“Let’s start with knives, yeah?” I rolled my eyes. I loved her tenacity, but damn she was going to keep me on my toes.
Ace nodded toward me as I came inside. Hawk was over with Morena who was patching the injured up.
“Kirby went to the hospital,” Ace told me. “Morena thinks he’s broken his jaw.”
“He didn’t look too fucking good when he was out there,” I replied. “Tough as shit, that kid.”
Ace nodded and moved over to take Sheridan by the waist and pull her in tight, just as I did to Orla.
“Want a game?” she asked, as if we hadn’t just almost lost each other. I couldn’t hide the smirk on my face as she led me over to the pool tables, her ass cheeks on display in her ripped shorties, my name there for all to see who she belonged to.
I was going to tattoo my name all over those creamy thighs and over her tits so there was no mistaking it.
It made my cock hard just thinking about it.