INK (The Celtic Reapers)

LYLA

Leaning back in the chair, I looked around again until I heard some moaning coming from somewhere. My eyes darted around the room until they landed on a door leading to the bikers’ bedrooms.

The side rooms were mostly for bikers to rest when they came back late from a late run or to spend time away from their family life. I looked around and got up from the chair, curious. I walked over but kept my eyes on the entrance of the bar. I didn’t want anyone to see me.

I slowly opened the door and walked into the area. There were doors lined up, but there was one door open. I stepped closer, only to hear another moan ripple through the area.

“Yes... ahh... baby...” a woman’s voice moaned out. I rarely thought about sex and didn’t mind seeing it. It was more on show around the bar than anywhere else. It was like a free porn show, with no cameras around filming.

“Harder, baby,” the woman’s moans again.

I walk quietly until I stop at the door, which is ajar, and appear in. There in the room was Kitty, a cumslut, being fucked hard from behind by a big man, which was hard to tell who it was from the way he had her. I couldn’t see his face.

“Fuck,” the man groaned. “You like it like that, don’t you, little whore?”

Fuck.

Wetness pooled out of me, making me clench my damn legs. I knew I should look away, but the way the man was having her turned me on more than I had ever seen.

“Yes,” Kitty moaned while he thrusted harder into her. “I like it. Harder, baby. Harder.”

I watched the guy grip the back of her hair and pull her to him while his thrusts went harder and deeper into her. “That’s it,” he growled.

I move back slightly, only to hit something hard behind me. Before I could register anything, I felt something grip my hips and pull me further back till they spun me around and slammed me up against the wall on the opposite side.

I stared back, horrified at who was holding me.

Gunner.

His grip tightened on my waist while he leaned closer and into the crook of my neck. “Like what you saw,” he rasped.

A shiver rippled through me while my stomach dropped.

Gunner moved away but kept his face close to mine. Trying to pull away from him, his hands dropped to his side, but he was still close. My cheeks heated, and I looked away, trying not to look at him. I felt like a naughty schoolgirl who got caught doing something she shouldn’t have.

“I brought your drink back, and you weren’t there,” Gunner said, placing his finger under my chin and moving me to look at him. His eyes became hooded and dark, showing that he enjoyed knowing that I liked observing people having sex. “I didn’t know where you went.”

I pulled back and stared at him, and his face hardened.

“What I like has nothing to do with you,” I muttered, trying to get out of his grasp. I didn’t want to get with him or even think about him in that kind of way.

Gunner stared at me, and his face darkened. “No one said I couldn’t—” he muttered, making my eyes go wide.

What the hell did that mean?

“What are you—” I asked, but Gunner moved toward me and pinned me to the wall. He caged me in and stared at me.

My heart sank.

No, this is not what’s going to happen.

Gunner moved his hand and gently stroked my cheek. “No one will ever know,” he whispered, leaning closer to my mouth. “He won’t.”

My stomach dropped, but before he could do or say anything, a large tattooed hand slapped onto his shoulder and yanked him back.

It all happened so fast. The big man moved and stood in front of me, launching Gunner into the wall. “Touch her again, and you will lose all your fingers,” the man growled, which made my eyes widen.

I knew who it was.

Ink.

My heart fluttered. He rescued me.

I stood behind Ink while Gunner tried to move up from the floor. His eyes were on Ink, but the door that was open moved, and out came Brick with Kitty. Brick stared at Ink, then at me, and then at Gunner. His eyes darkened. “You better not have tried anything, prospect,” Brick growled, picking him up by his cut and moving him toward his face. “This was your last chance.”

Gunner’s face paled when they met Brick’s. “Please,” Gunner splattered, making me look at him. He looked white as a sheet. “I didn’t mean to. I was told to—”

“I know what you were told to do,” he growled. “I wonder what Aero will say when he finds out it didn’t go that way.”

I stilled, feeling embarrassed.

What was he meant to do?

Brick looked at Ink and then at me. His eyes softened but went back to Ink and gave him a slight nod. “Come on, whore,” Brick growled while still holding onto Gunner. “We are dealing with this fucker first, and then we are back in my bed, where I will show you more of my cock.”

Brick dragged Gunner back through the door to the back room, with Kitty following.

I felt my stomach drop and looked toward the ground.

God knows what would have happened if Ink didn’t come when he did. My heart was racing, but I couldn’t look up. I felt too mortified.

After a few minutes, I watched Ink turn around because of his shoes facing me. I didn’t want to look at him. He lifted his hand and placed it under my chin, moving it up till I was staring back at those chocolate brown eyes I always dreamed about.

“Ink,” I whispered.

Ink stared at me. His eyes roamed my face. “You okay?” he murmured. I gave him a nod, but his eyes bore back. “I...” I said, but he shook his head. “No need,” he muttered, his finger gently touching my cheek. Tingles rippled through me, making my core tightened. How have I longed for him to do this? Or anything, actually.

Ink stared at me for a moment. “Fuck this,” he murmured and moved toward me and captured my lips with his.

Oh, holy shit!

This wasn’t happening.

Ink was kissing me; he was actually kissing me.

Remembering his lips were on mine. Closing my eyes, I let him have access to my mouth. I parted my lips while his tongue slipped in and roamed my mouth like it was hunting for something. His hand went to the back of my neck and gripped me tighter, making our kiss deepen.

A low moan rippled through me while his hand went to my waist and pulled back.

I panted hard but felt lost from his touch.

Opening my eyes, I went to his. Ink stared at me, his lips parted. “Fuck,” he rasped. “I always dreamt of kissing you, but that was better than my dreams combined.”

My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open.

It rendered me speechless—his words.

Ink dreamt of kissing me. My mind exploded, and I was left speechless for the first time in years, completely blown away.