Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Bear
“It’s come to that time, brothers,” Ace said, sitting down at the end of the table in church and calling us in to discuss the patching in of another member.
It was Kirby’s turn, and we all knew he would be the next.
He’d really outdone himself the last few weeks especially.
“Kirby has been with us for the last three years, and he’s really taken on a lot of the shit we’ve had to deal with. Let’s put it to a vote.”
The round of aye’s sealed it, and I grinned over at Ace.
“Then from today Kirby shall be named Fury, as Bear suggested,” he said. “Butch?”
He threw the patches down on the table. I looked down to see one more that I didn’t recognise but when I saw the name, I knew Ace had taken my advice.
Valkyrie.
I turned to him and he nodded. Then I turned to Hawk who smirked at me.
“We’re patching Valkyrie from the Nomads effective today as well,” Ace said. “She’s done stellar work for us and the Nomads, and let’s face it. She always belonged with us anyway.”
A round of affirmative sounds came from everyone who agreed. Dempsey asked me to keep an eye out for her since he couldn’t do it anymore, and that was exactly what I was going to do. Ace let church out but the three of us sat there a little longer, the door closing after Butch left.
“Foley’s been charged with more offences,” Ace said. “He’s never getting out and he’s in solitary because of a little bust up in the yard thanks to Chains.”
I smirked, knowing exactly what kind of bust up it was. Razor had filled me in when I’d gone to visit him.
“No one is pressing charges from the fray in the compound,” Ace added. “We’re in the clear. Kilkenny is ours, now we build the trust we once had here, and we’ll be home.”
Hawk and I both nodded in unison.
We’d done it.
“You best get home,” I said to him, looking at the time on the wall. “Sheridan will kill you if you’re late.”
“You’re not wrong,” he chuckled. “Tomorrow, brothers, don’t be fucking late or I’ll send Shauna after you. She’ll do anything to keep the peace these days.”
Out of the twins, she’d always been my favourite, she never shied away from anything. That was the attitude you needed to be in this club, just like Orla.
Tomorrow, we’d come here to the clubhouse and Ace would marry Sheridan, finally. I couldn’t fucking wait to watch the two of them finally get their peace.
We moved out of the clubhouse and toward our bikes.
Hawk was still living on the compound with Morena in the cabin down the walkway, so he left us on the bikes and went home.
Morena had gone crazy with Orla, setting up the archway for the nuptials all day.
I had never missed my woman more than I did when she was so close and yet too busy for her man.
“You ready, brother?” I asked Ace as he sat on his bike. A smile crept over his face, and I knew it was a stupid question. He and Sheridan were always meant to be together.
“Yeah, I really can’t fucking wait to call her my wife. It’s so fucking strange. It’s just a title, and yet it holds something to it.”
“Orla’s losing her shit about it,” I chuckled. “She can’t wait to watch Sheridan get married to you.”
Ace turned to me, his brows knitting together.
“What is it?”
“Why don’t you marry Orla alongside us?”
“What?”
“I mean it,” he said. “We both know how much they would dig getting married together. I’m game…if you are.”
“You really just said that?” I shot back. “You may as well add on double dare at the end.”
Ace laughed. “Come on, Alex, you know you love Orla. You always have.”
“It’s not about not wanting to get married, Coop. Of course I would in a fucking heartbeat, but tomorrow is about you and Sher.”
“And it could quite easily be about you and Orla too.”
“Go and spend time with your fiancée before she’s your wife,” I said, wanting to get away before I agreed to it. The idea of Orla being my wife had my cock hardening in my pants. I put my helmet on and took off toward home.
Orla
I just finished plating up dinner when I heard the rumble of Bear’s bike outside. I eagerly put the plates down on the table and waited. He kicked off his boots and moved into the dining room, his eyes lighting up when he saw his favourite meal.
“Is it my birthday?” he asked me, a sly smirk making its way onto his face.
“Not yet,” I replied. “Come on, let’s eat. I’m fucking hungry. I’ve been tattooing all day, and I just wanna curl up with my big teddy bear and fall asleep.”
“I’m your teddy bear?” he grumbled. “Can’t you at least make it a little more menacing?”
I chuckled at his fake annoyance, but I knew he liked doing the same thing as I did. Falling asleep in his arms was quite literally heavenly, and then being prodded awake by his cock in the morning was the perfect way to wake up.
“My fierce teddy bear?”
“That’s more like it,” he said, but I saw the smirk on his lips as he lifted the mashed potato to his mouth.
“How was your day?” I asked him, eager to hear about what’s happening with the club. I knew they were voting on Kirby becoming a patched member. I liked that kid, especially with the way he was around Ryleigh and Shauna.
“Good, and yes before you ask, we voted yes to patching Kirby in.”
“So he’ll be Fury now?”
He nodded.
“I don’t know if I can call that kid Fury.”
“Just wait until you see him unleash on someone, Or, trust me, you’ll see what we do.”
I found myself chuckling at that as I watched my man eat his dinner as if he’d been hungry all day.
“Did you not eat today?”
“I did.”
“Why are you shovelling it in your mouth like you’re a starved man?”
He stopped and looked over at me. “Because I am, but not for food, for that pussy to be in my mouth.”
I felt heat creep up my spine as I thought of those lips on my pussy and suddenly I wasn’t so tired anymore. He saw what he did to me, and the desire curling in his eyes was enough that I didn’t even want to eat.
My phone dinged in the kitchen.
“You going to get that?” he asked.
“It’s just Sheridan. She’s probably just asking if I did everything today.”
“How do you know it’s Sheridan?”
“I have different tones for different people.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t even want to know what sound you have for me.”
I grinned, knowing I had only just changed it earlier today. He pulled his phone out, and I bounced from my chair to grab the phone before he could hear it, but I was too late. When the phone rang, my recorded voice note sounded through the kitchen.
Orla, when you get home, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.
His mouth dropped.
“You recorded my voicemail to you?”
I chuckled, cradling my phone to my body. “Maybe.”
“So when I call you, people hear that?”
I nodded, a giggle rising to the surface. “You usually text me though, so no one has heard how hot you are for me.”
In the next moment, my phone roared in my hands from a text received from him. The bear sound effect had him choking on his meal.
“Really?”
I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at the message from Sheridan.
SHERIDAN
Girl.
You and Alex.
Me and Cooper.
Tomorrow.
Married.
You in?
I looked up at Bear, his brow knitted together. “What is it?”
“Sheridan’s being weird.”
“How so?”
He got up from his seat and moved over to take the phone from my hand. My chest was fluttery as I thought about it. Marrying Bear had been something I’d wanted to do all those years ago so it kinda turned me on but I didn’t want to scare him away.
We’d only just found peace together where people didn’t want to tear us apart.
“Jesus, how the hell did he ask her so quickly?”
“Wait,” I stepped back. “You knew?”
“Coop mentioned it earlier as we were leaving.”
“And you said no?”
He looked down at me, confusion on his face. “Not exactly.”
“But you didn’t say yes to it.”
“Orla, I would fucking marry you right now if you wanted me to. I don’t want to take away from Sheridan and Cooper, that’s what I said.”
He had a point, but the way he said it made me feel like maybe he didn’t want to marry at all. I’d never thought about marriage as being something I wanted but when it came to Bear…I wanted to marry him.
A cold, hard pain shot across my chest at the realisation he may not want me the same way. No matter what we’d gone through, he didn’t want to call me his wife.
I made a move to walk away, needing to go and cry or do something because I wanted to scratch his eyes out for making me feel so vulnerable.
“Or-”
I ignored his call to me and continued down the hall to the bathroom. He caught my arm and pulled me back. I pushed him away, needing to be away, but he didn’t let go.
“Orla, you’re overreacting.”
“Fuck you.”
I watched him pause at the familiar words he had tattooed on his skin. The words I’d sent to him because I’d been hurting, the words he tattooed to remind him never to return to me.
I’d hurt him, too.
Of course he would be hesitant to marry me after everything. It was because of me that we broke up, that he left and never came home.
He must have seen the spiral I was heading down. His hands cupped my face and he forced me to look at him.
“Orla, come back to me,” he begged. “I want to marry you, and if you want to do it tomorrow, we will.”
“Do you want to…really?”
I moved my hand to his wrist, my fingers finding the tattoo from memory of where he had tattooed my letter to him. He saw what I was doing and he pulled my hand to his mouth, kissing my fingertips.
“Want me to call Butch down here and he can do it right now?”
I found a way to smile at that but I shook my head. “No, I must be PMSing. I don’t know why I thought you didn’t want me after everything that has happened.”
He pulled me into him. “You’re going to be my undoing, Orla, but you’re always going to be my number one.”
His kiss was hot and heavy, and I felt my panties clinging to my pussy already.
“I need a shower,” I told him.
He nodded, leaning his head against mine. “Go, I’ll join you in there in a minute.”
Bear
I walked out to the kitchen and retrieved her phone, looking down at the message, and I saw how excited Sheridan was to get married alongside her best friend.
Did I want to marry her?
Fuck yes.
I wanted to brand my name all over her. I wanted to tattoo my name on her ring finger. I wanted to live with her forever, come home to her cooking, come home to her pussy and just be with her. I thought about her all fucking day long, just like I had when we’d dated in school.
I wanted her to be my rock, the calm to my chaos. No…I needed her to be. Seeing how upset she was when she thought I didn’t want those things had broken me.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I opened up the message and started to type.
ORLA
It’s Alex. We’re in.
Bring her a dress tomorrow.
I silenced the phone just in case Orla heard it. The response came quickly.
SHERIDAN
I can’t fucking wait.
I put the phone down on the bench and moved down the hall, shedding my clothing and moving into the bathroom where Orla was standing under the hot spray of water, steam billowing out from the stall. Her gorgeous body, covered in my name and the club logo on her ribcage.
Fuck.
How the hell had I gone so long without her?
I didn’t want to tell her what I’d said to Sheridan. I didn’t want anything but to be buried between her legs for the next few hours.
I stepped under the spray and pulled her against me.
The way she melted against my body had my dick harder than a fucking statue.
When she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, I watched as the woman I was about to marry sucked me, her eyes on mine as my dick disappeared into her mouth and down her throat with ease.
Luckiest fucking son of a bitch out there.