He helped me to my feet, his mouth landing on mine and kissing me so hard I thought I’d fall back. His arms caught me as I stumbled back.
“Get naked,” he grunted against my mouth. I pushed him back, wishing I could, my pussy was throbbing, my legs itching to wrap around him as he fucked me into next week.
“I can’t,” I told him. “I gotta go to work.”
“Orla…”
It was a growl. A warning as his hands tightened on my arms.
“Think of it as an inclination that I’m coming back tonight,” I told him, pushing him back. “You know how bad I want you, my pussy is literally weeping for you right now, but I need to go to work.”
“You think telling me that was smart?” he asked me, his eyes darkening with desire yet again.
“Alex, go to work, and I’ll go to mine. I’ll see you tonight.”
He stood back, his arms crossed over his chest defiantly as I hauled my tattoo equipment up and headed out the door and down the hall.
As I loaded the car that one of the boys had brought over for me, I looked over at him standing in his doorway, an expression most wouldn’t be able to read, but I knew it.
He was fucking horny, but he knew I needed this.
It was his way of telling me he trusted I would be safe and I would be back.
Because there was no way in hell I wasn’t coming home to that dick and riding him all night long.
Bear
The meeting with Ace and Hawk was long and arduous, my thoughts were still on Orla with her lips wrapped around my cock this morning. It had been painful to watch her drive away, but she’d promised to come back tonight. I just needed to drown out the hours that I’d be without her, and then go home to her.
Home.
Fuck. When I bought that cabin, I never thought I’d use it for much other than somewhere quiet to go when I needed to get my shit straight. Having her there, it just made it a home.
Our home.
Fuck…when did I become a sap?
I’d sworn off that shit when she’d broken my heart immeasurably all those years ago. Now I was thinking of moving her ass in and making her an honest woman.
I ran a hand down my beard and tried to rid my mind of shit like that. It was too early and if I pounced on her with it, she’d run.
Again.
Orla was a flight risk which was why I didn’t want her to leave today, but I had to show her that I trusted her. I couldn’t watch her every damn minute of every damn day, could I?
Shona was behind the bar, cleaning glasses ahead of the night we would have. It was Friday, which meant we opened the bar to the public to come and drink. It had been a while since we did that, since all the shit had been going down around us. It would be nice to have a night of frivolity, where I could show the world that Orla was mine. My hand would be glued to her ass all night.
The sound of bikes rumbling outside had me twisting around to take count of who we had in the clubhouse.
Everyone was accounted for except for Savage, who had gone to the prison to see Chains and Razor. Something felt off about it, so I headed outside to see a familiar face getting off the bike, the helmet removed to reveal her punk haircut.
“Shae?”
“Hey, Bear,” she called out. “Mind if I come and talk to you guys for a minute?”
I didn’t respond, I just moved back inside and called Ace’s name. She came up the steps, her cut showing me she’d received a call name already. She was the first patch that had been a woman, and now she was one of us.
Valkyrie.
