Dempsey shook his head. “No, little brother, I need to do this on my own. I’ll be back…but it may not be for a while. I need you to watch over Tierney.”
I nodded. “Always. You call me, day or fucking night if you need me, yeah?”
Dempsey nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Dad would have loved to see this right here.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He pulled me in for a quick hug, and got on his bike. The roar of the bike was loud, and I felt something akin to sadness as I watched him ride out of the compound, alone and hunted. Everything inside of me told me to go and ride with him, protect him, but he wanted to do it this way. I had to trust he knew what he was doing.
I felt her hands on me rather than heard her, arms wrapping around my waist as she weaseled her way under my arm.
“You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“Sheridan and Ace disappeared already.”
I chuckled. “I don’t fucking blame them, I’d have you in a room the second you got home too. Don’t you recall the other day?”
Orla smiled. “I can catch up with her tomorrow. Why don’t we find somewhere quiet and make out like teenagers again?”
“Because what I intend to do to you could get us arrested,” I whispered against her lips. “We need to be seen, baby, so we have to stay.”
Her brows knit together in confusion. “Do I want to know?”
I shook my head. She nodded, knowing how it was in the club. I would tell her if she needed to know, but she didn’t.
“I want to show you something,” I said, taking her hand and leading her over to the shed. Opening the door, I turned the light on to a sparkling new studio. It didn’t have anything in it yet, but Kirby had returned earlier with a neon sign that he’d hung up on the wall.
Orla’s eyes lit up when she saw the sign.
“Orla’s Ink.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t much like you being away from me for too long, as you know, so I thought maybe you could open your shop here. Trust me, there are enough bikers coming through with ink needs that you’ll be kept in business forever.”
She twirled around the area, a broad grin on her face. “Really? This is mine?”
I nodded. “Yeah, we can expand it if you need more space. You can decorate however you want, get any equipment you need.”
“I fucking love it,” she said, her eyes lighting up as she crossed the space to pull me into the room completely. “Thank you.”
“Kirby and Rebel did this,” I said. “It was my idea, but they fucking pulled this place together in record time.”
“Well, I could go thank them if you like,” she said, making her way to the door. I grabbed her wrist and wheeled her back to me. She landed against me with a thud and a squeal of delight as I grabbed her bare ass cheeks from her ripped shortie jeans and squeezed.
“You fucking try and they’ll be dead,” I whispered against her skin.
“So…maybe instead, we christen the room then?” she asked, her voice husky with need. Her mouth moved to mine, and deepened the kiss, pulling a deep grunt from deep within my chest.
Fuck this woman was everything.
I held her tight against my body, her tits pushed up against my chest, her pussy against my thigh. She moaned, and I felt something switch in me. A need, a base need erupting from deep inside of me to have her against the wall. A wall she would look at all day and remember how I drilled her against it.
I grabbed her ass and hauled her up. She squealed against my lips in delight, and I walked her to the wall. She let out a grunt as I shoved her against the wall, her eyes widening in surprise before I claimed her mouth again. Her little whimper of a moan ignited me further, my hands running up and down her bare legs, cupping her ass in my fingers and squeezing. She ground her little pussy against my abdomen, her nails digging into my neck, her moan vibrating into my mouth. I realised how hard this was going to be if I didn’t get those pants off her now. I gently pulled her down so she could get on her feet. She realised what I was doing instantly and undid the button at the top. I knelt, yanking the denim down her legs, looking up at her bright pink thong.
Sweet fucking jesus.
I could see how soaked she was right now, and my mouth watered. Without delay, I fell between her legs with my mouth on her mound, my nose in the top of her slit, inhaling that goddamn scent that drove me wild. Orla’s hands were in my hair, her fingers twisting in the strands.
