The p made a resounding pop, but she didn’t continue, rather she kept at the tattoo, not even looking up at me.
“Fuck,” she said, putting the gun down and slowly looking up at me.
“You make a mistake?”
“No,” she said. “I meant it.”
“What’s going on?” I asked her, finally. “Orla, come on, why are you so fucking mad at me?”
“How’s the hunt going for Matteo?” she asked me. She hadn’t mentioned his name for weeks. I’d hated lying to her about the fact that he was gone and she was safe now, because I couldn’t watch her walk out of this house back to her life.
I just couldn’t let her go.
Not again.
“Still going. Don’t worry, you’re safe.”
“Am I?” she asked, but it was rhetorical. “How could that be? Matteo wants me dead, doesn’t he?”
“You’re safe with me, Or.”
“But you aren’t always here, Bear, how could I be safe?”
I hated it when she called me Bear. She only did it when she was pissed off with me which did happen a lot, but not recently.
“You know, don’t you?” I asked her. She finally looked into my eyes, and I saw it there. Sheridan had been here, and I knew Ace would have told her. There wasn’t a secret between the two of them.
“Why the fuck would you lie to me?”
I slid my hand into my hair, frustrated. I didn’t want her to find out this way. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to freak out.”
“About what?” she rounded on me. “I shot him, remember? I don’t care that you killed him, Alex. I actually kinda love that you did it for me, to protect me, but lying?”
I closed my eyes, feeling the pain in her voice. “Orla.”
“I’m sorry for what I did to your leg,” she said, looking down at the leg she’d just tattooed.
“What?”
She looked away. “I can fix it.”
I moved over to the mirror on the wall, stood, and looked down at the new addition. I felt my cock get hard at seeing her name etched into my skin, permanently. Why the fuck hadn’t I thought to have it on me before?
“There’s nothing to fix,” I told her, moving back over to her.
“But I tattooed my name on you, out of fucking spite,” she protested.
“Or, if I was to ever have a name on me, it would be yours. I’m pissed I didn’t think of it myself.”
“You wa-want my name on you?”
“Why wouldn’t I have your name on me?” I asked her. “At least now, you can’t leave me again.”
“I wouldn’t have left,” she said and my eyes shot open, taking in her relaxed shoulders, the way she looked nervously at her feet. “If you didn’t want me to, I wouldn’t have gone back to my apartment. I would have stayed here…with you.”
One moment she was on the ground, looking at her feet, and the next, before I knew what I was doing I had lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pushed her into the wall. Her mouth claimed mine instantly as I pulled her skirt up, ripping at the thong she had on underneath. I pulled my cock free of myunderwear and drove into her. She gasped against my mouth as I settled into her, allowing her body to acclimate to my cock before I fucked her against the wall, hard and fast, claiming my woman.
Finally.
