Chapter 25 #2
“I have a surprise visit from an Outlaw. Said his name was Wolf, and he was looking for his brother, Shamus Kerrigan. Didn’t know he’d passed on. Can you legitimise his claims? He said he knows Savage from the Ghost Rebels in Kilkenny.”
“Are you gonna call him or you want me to? I’ll dig around, see if the family link is there. Do you know Wolf’s birth name?”
I shook my head. “You know how it is. Trace back to Kerrigan.”
Shamus was good people. So if Wolf turns out to be his brother, I’d do what I could to help him.
Trojan nodded, grabbing up his laptop and heading outside.
I pulled my phone free from my pocket. Sometimes Chapel was the only place, other than my secret waterfall spot, that I felt calm.
When I took over for the old prez, there had been so many who didn’t think I deserved it.
It was Pope who had made me sit in this seat, made me feel the power that came from the position.
It held weight, just sitting in this chair, and I never took it for granted.
I found Rowan’s number and shot off a text.
How’s Brianna settling in?
ROWAN
She’s okay. Binge watching some weird TV show. Is church over?
Yeah. I’ll be up in five.
Putting my phone down on the table, I turned to the window. You had to stand up to look out of it, but I could see the beautiful sky. Sydney was putting on a beautiful day. Too bad I was locked inside, fixing shit.
Brianna threw a spanner in the works, I was still having Raf looked into, as well as Darian, but now with an added extra thrown into the mix, it was already looking like the Ironborne were working an angle that I didn’t like.
Mannix was new blood, taking over for his dad, but I knew it wasn’t a popular choice.
Him being with Frankie was suspicious enough, but the way Ironborne kept coming up in conversation was setting me off.
We had conversations to work together, but we were still antsy around each other. This wasn’t going to be easy.
The door opened and turned to see Rowan sneak in through the door before she closed it again.
“Rowan?”
Her devious little smirk made me realise she was up to no good, and I was all for it. Slowly, she sank down to her knees, bending, she got onto all fours and started to slowly crawl to me. I pushed out from the table, my cock straining against my jeans as I watched her, sultrily crawl toward me.
“Let me help make your day better,” she crooned as she got to me. Using my thighs, she pulled herself up to her knees. Lifting her crop top up and off, revealing her sizable breasts spilling over her purple lace bra.
Goddamn it.
How is this perfect specimen of a woman mine?
“Is that so?” I grunted, my voice all but a low timbre of lust. “You want my cock to fill that sexy as sin mouth?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip, as she worked my belt buckle free. I aided her by lifting my ass and helping her to pull my fly down. She had my aching cock in her hand, her mouth on the head instantly, licking around my crown.
Fuck.
My hand moved to her hair, out of its hair tie and spilling over her shoulders, before moving her head lower.
She sucked cock perfectly. Perfect for me.
Her eyes on me as she took me down further, until I heard her gag.
As she slid my cock out, coated in her saliva, she did it again, and again, soon moving faster and faster, her fingers massaging my balls.
Fuck me.
This was exactly what I needed.
I pulled her hair back, eliciting a gasp of surprise and desire, before I stood, moving over to sit my ass on the edge of the table and give her more room, shucking my jeans further down my legs.
Giddily, Rowan moved closer, grabbing my ass and sucking my cock all the way down.
She flattened her tongue and hollowed her cheeks.
My fingers twisted in her hair, pulling her back so I could see that mouth, swollen and wet.
God, she was beautiful.
Especially when she was swallowing my cock all the way down that throat of hers.
“Look at you, taking all of me like the good girl you are,” I husked out. She preened at the praise, and I could see her thighs rubbing together. “You need me to take care of you, baby?”
She shook her head, that little smirk taking centre stage on that luscious mouth of hers. “I want you shaking and quaking for me, Wyatt. Then I want you screaming out my name so the whole clubhouse knows you’re mine.”
Sweet Lord in Heaven.
Filthy, sexy, and insatiable. That was my woman, and I was damn proud she’d found her confidence with me.
“Take it,” I said, tightening my hold on her hair, and pulling her hair back a bit so she had to look up. “And claim me, just as I’ll claim you right after.”
“You sure?” she chuckled. “You may need a new table after you’re done with me.”
“Nah, baby, I want to think of you laid out on it, wet and eager for me to fuck you every time I’m dealing with idiots.”
She groaned, before she took the tip of my cock into her mouth again, sucking on the crown and driving me crazy. Slowly, she licked down the underside of my shaft, root to tip, before her mouth swallowed me again, and she sucked me soft and slow before she began to build up the pace.
I was mindless, holding onto everything I had so I didn’t blow too fast. I wanted her mouth on me forever, sucking me dry, riding me, being my good fucking girl.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she took me so deep, I could see my cock in her throat.
Pulling her head back, I pulled her up to kiss her mouth, tasting my pre-cum on her tongue as I kicked off my jeans completely, before I pulled her up on the table, spreading her legs for me.
Her mini skirt had ridden up over her hips, showing me just how bare she was.
Bare and dripping for me.
“Goddamn it,” I groaned, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the very edge of the table.
She gasped in shock, but my mouth was on her wet pussy, licking between her folds and locating her clit in seconds.
Her taste on my tongue had my mind exploding.
My fingers slid into her with ease, making me groan against her clit.
Her thighs tried to close and crush my head, but I elbowed them back in place as I ate my queen to completion.
I needed her coming all over my table, all over my face, and all over my cock.
I’d never needed anything more in my life.
“Wyatt,” she moaned, her hips starting to rotate around and around, her pussy pushing against my mouth. I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue, sucking up her arousal like a man starved.
My fingers moved back in, replacing my tongue as I slid back between her folds and up to her clit again.
My teeth scraped over the bud, and she cried out, her pussy squeezing the fuck out of my fingers.
Once I could pull my fingers free, I flattened my tongue and licked her clean.
She bucked against me, sensitive. I stood up, my cock aching so bad that I knew I was only going to fuck her with a few pumps before I blew, but it wasn’t about the quantity, but the quality of thrusts.
And boy was she going to cry out.
Notching my cock at her core, I slammed into her in one thrust. Rowan’s back arched up, her mouth open in a silent scream. Holding onto her thighs, I held her up a little off the wood panels of the table and fucked her without abandon.
I wasn’t going to last. My balls were tingling with the coming release. I made sure I had a firm grip of her, before I moved my hand down to her clit, and circled it with my forefinger and thumb.
Rowan detonated, her cries deafening me as I roared my own release into her, pump after pump. Jesus, I’d never come so hard in my life. It just kept coming, my hips jutting with every spurt, until finally, I felt a little dizzy, and I leaned over her, holding myself up so I didn’t crush her.
“Do you think they heard us?” she asked, a slight giggle erupting from her. It made me smile, her deviousness washing over me. Pulling myself up, I pulled out of her, reluctantly, watching my cum drizzle down her thighs, and onto the table.
“They definitely heard us. Now, come upstairs so we can take a bath.”
Her eyes lit up, just like they had when I mentioned one a few days ago. I helped her up, grabbing a box of tissues from the side cabinet and handing them to her. She wiped herself up and then the table, before I took her hand, and led her outside.
The only two still in the clubhouse, looking suitably pissed off, were Tee and Tori. Their eyes on my woman, like they could burn holes into her with just a look.
I was going to have to do something about them, and soon. They’d far outstayed their welcome. But first, I had a woman to take care of.