INK (The Celtic Reapers)

INK

Pulling on my cut, I glance over at Lyla. She placed my top over the one she wore last night and tucked it in the front. My eyes roamed over her.

Showers for me usually would take less than five minutes, but the shower with my princess was a whole other game. I had her bend over and fucked her deep while I got the water ready. Once we came, I washed her all over, but the damn little madam went to her knees and took every inch of my damn cock in her mouth.

Fuck, she knew how to suck me, which was hot as sin.

After cumming in her mouth, we got out and got ready. But that didn’t stop me from having her again. When her towel dropped, I had her pinned to the damn wall with my cock buried in her little tight hole again.

This woman was my paradise, something that I have craved for a long time. She had my heart. Even though it was just starting with us, I knew it was it for me. Many of the brothers have told me they knew who they wanted for their old lady over the years, and that was Lyla for me—my old lady.

I have followed and watched her, knowing what kind of person she is and that she may be a daughter to a biker. She has always had a place here. But she made sure she never had a reputation, unlike some women who have passed through here. They make all the good ones look bad, but there were a few good ones you just have to find them amongst the whores.

Lyla was mine, and many of my brothers here knew that. The way I would be around her gave it all away. Knowing that they were willing to get me to kick someone’s ass to get her was something different.

“Ink,” Lyla called out, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at her while she stood staring at me. Her tongue darted out, licking over her bottom lip.

Fuck, I’m a goner. My cock hardens again, but I know she needs food. There was a time and place, but one thing I wasn’t letting her out of my sight.

“Stop doing that, princess,” I said, taking two long strides to get to her and grip her waist. My hand was behind her neck, while her eyes were full of mischief, and lust fueled every part of me. The damn woman was going to be the death of me. Whether it was riding her or eating that damn delicious cunt, I would die happy. “We’re already late for breakfast,” I muttered, leaning toward her, catching her lip in my damn mouth, and sucking. “Food and then see what happens. I might even take you on a date.”

Her eyes widened, but she said nothing. I knew I had her on that one. I knew the partying that happened last night would happen again tonight. It was a ritual for our club every weekend, but tonight, I would do anything this princess would tell me, even if it meant staying by her side.

“Now,” I said, letting go of her lip. “Move your sweet ass out that door, or I’m slapping it.”

Lyla grinned and opened her mouth, but I placed my finger on her lips. “Say something that will get you into trouble,” I murmured. “And I will have you out for all to see out there, red ass and a dripping cunt.”

Her mouth closed, which only made me smirk.

Remembering the scene last night with Gunner got me pissed, but the mere moment after when Brick and Kitty left only had my thoughts playing wild. She watched them fuck. Brick fucks Kitty mostly, but he loves knowing that people watch them. Lyla must have watched. That was why that dick had his hands on her.

Placing my hand in hers, I move her, and we walk toward the door. We stepped into the hallway only to hear voices from the club’s main area. Everyone was up, but I knew most would be back on the booze again. It was only a matter of time that they would.

I felt Lyla tense when we got closer, which made me look at her. Her eyes met mine. “Do you think they know about us?” she whispered, which only made me chuckle.

Oh, they fucking do, but I wasn’t going to say anything. I kept quiet and held her hand until we came into the kitchen, where everyone was. We stopped in the doorway, only for the others to stop what they were doing and stare at us.

I looked around until my eyes landed on Aero, who wore a huge grin. “There’s the happy couple,” he shouted and stepped toward me. An enormous cheer erupted throughout the room.

A grin pulled the corners of my lips, but I placed my arm around Lyla’s shoulders. I pulled her to me just when Aero stepped up to us.

“It’s about fucking time,” he shouted, making me chuckle.

All my brothers cheered again, but I looked at Lyla, whose cheeks were bright red.

“Grab some food,” Aero said, stepping to the side. “I bet you both worked up an appetite.”

I chuckled, but Lyla turned away and muttered. “Oh god, this is so embarrassing.”

I pulled her toward me and placed a kiss on her head. “Find a seat,” I said, knowing many of them would try to get her to talk about last night. No one was prude here. Sex is sex, and we see it all the time. “I will get you some food.”

Placing a kiss on her forehead, Lyla moved and looked at me. Her cheeks were flushed, but she smiled.

Lyla stepped around me and headed into the main hall. I looked around and walked over to Aero, who grinned. “About time,” he said. “But we have to talk, and I think Lyla will need to hear this, too.”

I stilled, not liking the way he said that. “Grab food for you both,” he said, glancing toward the main hall. “I will talk to you both in there.”

I said nothing while I watched my brother and president walk into the main hall where my woman was. I looked back and sighed when my eyes met Darlene, who grinned. “About time you two got together,” she said.

I smiled. “Thanks.”

“What can I get you?” she asked. “I assume I am doing a plate for Lyla, too.”

I gave her a nod and watched her place everything on them.

My mind whirled around about what Aero had to say to us. Part of me was hoping it had something to do with work, but that was never usually the case when it came to our club.