Making Choices (Black Shamrocks MC Book 2)

by Kylie Hillman

  He’s an impossibly good-looking man. Handsome and built—his looks are in a league of their own. I’m not insecure in my looks, but I don’t see how someone like him could be interested in a tiny, red-headed, green-eyed woman who’s slightly above average attractiveness at most.

  Especially interested enough to bring a rose.

  “Are you gonna keep staring at me, or are we gonna actually leave this hellhole tonight?”

  I jump when his sleep-roughened voice interrupts my ogling, and he laughs at me as he pushes himself out of the chair, handing me the rose.

  I put it to my nose and inhale. It smells divine.

  As his long frame unfolds in front of me, I take a step back so I can see his face. The mirth covering his features makes me laugh with him, helping me shake off the residual tension of the day.

  Clasping his hand in mine, I drag him toward the front doors.

  “Let’s get out of here, Lucas.”

  ***

  After a small negotiation, we finally settle on taking Lucas’s bike. He refuses to tell me where we’re going, simply winking at me when I give in. Sliding his spare helmet over my head, I climb on the back. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.

  My father would have a heart attack if he could see me now.

  I don’t know where to put my hands, so I place them gingerly on his hips.

  Wrong move. He grabs them and brings them together in the middle of his waist, his action pulls me tight against his back, my thighs encasing his hips. My smallish breasts press against his broad back.

  “Hold on tight, Doll.”

  We ride for a good twenty minutes, and after a few scary moments at the beginning because I wasn’t sure what to do when we turned corners, I start to feel comfortable behind him. The sense of freedom that overcomes me as we weave in and out of the end-of-workday traffic is nothing I’ve ever experienced. I feel like holding my arms out at my sides a ’la Rose at the bow of the Titanic, but I don’t. I’m not quite that brave.

  Once the city traffic has thinned out, we pull into a quiet, suburban street, and then into the driveway of an expensive-looking sprawling, single-story house.

  Lucas turns off his bike, motioning for me to climb off.

  My legs are wobbly from the vibrations, and he grins at me when I hold my arms out to steady myself.

  “Is this your house?” I ask him after he’s removed first my helmet and then his.

  He nods, leading the way to the front door. I follow, pulling the long strap of my satchel over my head so I can hold it as we walk.

  Once the front door’s unlocked, Lucas gestures for me to enter first. His house is much nicer than I expected a biker to have, with classic oak furniture, random touches of forest green, and expensive-looking artwork hanging on the walls.

  “Nice place,” I tell him, emitting a low, impressed whistle. “This outlaw biker stuff is obviously more lucrative than I’d have thought.”

  He doesn’t answer, instead dropping our helmets onto the hallstand just inside the entrance. Taking my satchel out of my hands, he pushes me toward the wall next to us.

  Lifting me, he presses my back against the wall, stepping between my legs in one fluid motion, and grinding his growing erection against my throbbing pussy.

  I feel even smaller than usual in his big arms when he holds me easily in the air.

  It’s a potent feeling—one that sets my pulse racing.

  “Fuck. I was gonna cook you dinner, then have you for dessert, but I can’t bloody wait. Feeling you pressed against me on my bike has me rock hard, so I’m having dessert first.”

  “Is that right?” I purr, rubbing myself against him.

  I have no idea who this brazen woman is, but I hope she stays. I’ve had my fair share of sexual partners, especially when I was at university, but I’ve never played coy before. The effect adds another element to the buildup. “What if I’m hungry now?”

  “Oh, I can tell you’re hungry all right, Doll. Your hot cunt rubbing against my cock is a dead giveaway.”

  Damn, but his words make my core clench, and then flood with warmth. Hearing my vagina being called a cunt would normally be a turnoff, yet Lucas saying it in his gravelly, sexy voice sends my arousal into overdrive.

  Gripping the back of his head, I guide his mouth to mine and kiss him with every morsel of lust I’m feeling. I’ve given myself permission to enjoy one night with this dangerously seductive man, so I’m going to make the most of it.

  Tomorrow I’ll be the good, rule-following daughter my parents raised.

  “Fuck—” He groans against my mouth after our scintillating kiss.

  I’ve barely regained my bearings—the man can kiss like no one I’ve ever met—when Lucas pulls back from the wall and strides into his kitchen area. Depositing me on the kitchen island, he tugs my shirt above my head and unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts. He tosses my clothes on the floor behind him. My nipples peak under the heated stare he bestows on them before he nuzzles my cleavage with his entire face. Sucking my entire left nipple—areola and all—into his mouth, he lavishes it with attention before letting it go with a loud pop.

  Wrapping my fingers in his man bun, I find the elastic holding it and pull it out. I run my fingers through his thick locks as they fall free, enjoying how it slides between them like silk, while Lucas undoes my pants. He drops to his knees, pulling my pants and my lace thong down my legs, burying his face between my thighs, and licking me from my opening to my clit in several long, strong laves.

  “Oh, God. Yes. Lucas...oh.” I moan as he smothers my clit with attention prior to impaling me with his strong tongue. My thighs begin to shake, my pussy clenching around his tongue.

  The man is talented. So, so very talented.

  Flicking my clit with his fingers, he fucks me with his tongue. The quivering in my thighs extends to my whole body after a while. As the pleasure he’s giving me crests, my orgasm flows over me like a wave—a wave I ride until the delicious end.

  After one last thrust of his tongue, he rises to his full height, and pulls his wallet from his back pocket. Pulling out a condom, he unzips his jeans, pulling them down his ass and releasing his cock.

  It’s hard and angry looking—pulsing and red.

  Pointing toward the ceiling, it stands tall and proud as he rolls the condom over the head and down his shaft. Lucas has the nicest cock I’ve even seen. It’s in proportion with his gigantic body.

  My mouth runs dry when I think about it sliding into me, making me stretch as he opens me up.

  I can’t wait.

  “Like what you see, Doll?” he asks me with a drawl, one dark blond eyebrow raised.

  “You bet I do...” I trail off when he pushes into me.

  His entry feels every bit as good as I’d anticipated. Throwing my head back, I mewl with delight as he thrusts home.

  Breaking out of my good daughter mold is paying off in spades tonight.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, you fit all of me. I can feel you wrapped tight around every inch.” He groans as he pulls out and thrusts back in—harder this time. I feel a small, sweet, tinge of pain as he bottoms out inside of me.

  “That’s it, Lucas. Give it to me. Make it hurt.”

  My words must give him all the encouragement he needs because he picks me up off the island with strong hands around my waist and drives himself back into me, holding me in the air with his bulging arms. His eyes on mine, he stares deep into them, as he lifts me up and down on his cock with deliberate precision, each stroke harder than the last.

  Damn. If he keeps this up, he’s going to ruin me for other men for a long time.

  This is shaping up to be the best fuck I’ve ever had.

  Turning toward the dining room behind us, he kicks one of the chairs out of our way and lays me down on the table. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he bends me in half, curling his frame over mine. I’m pinned in a ball, unable to move or meet his thrusts with my own. Screaming with ecstasy w
hen he drives himself all the way into me over and over, I’m a quivering mess and about to climax again.

  My channel begins to pulse around his cock as I reach my peak. I feel his thrusting quicken as he comes.

  “Fuck, yeah. Take it all. Take it all,” he rasps as he finishes with short, sharp jerks of his hips.

  Breathing heavily, Lucas lets my legs slide off of his shoulders. They hang uselessly over the end of the dining table because I don’t have the energy to move them. After placing a small kiss on the end of my nose, he moves off of me and removes the condom.

  “Wow, I wish I’d known bikers fucked like this years ago,” I tell him as he pulls up his pants and walks to the trash to dispose of the condom. “I’d have been knocking on the door of your Club, asking for names and numbers.”

  I’m joking, my tone light and playful. The frown he sends my way makes me rethink my words. He looks upset.

  “Yeah, thanks...I guess,” he replies as he walks back to me.

  Pushing upright, I slide to the floor and stand in front of him. I run my finger up and down his bicep, smiling up at him.

  “I meant what I said. That was phenomenal.”

  The frown doesn’t shift from his face.

  I have no idea what his problem is. We fucked, and I thanked him. What am I supposed to do, take out a full-page ad in the newspaper extolling his prowess in the sack?

  “So tonight was just a one-off fuck then?”

  Lucas’s question surprises me. I take a step back from him.

  “Um, of course it was.”

  Turning his back on me, he fastens his pants and walks into the kitchen.

  I follow, not sure why he’s questioning what just happened. “It was awesome, but it’s not going to happen again. I’m a doctor, and you’re a biker. The Sergeant-At-Arms, to be precise. I fix the damage people like you cause...”

  I pause when his head whips toward me.

  “Damage people like me cause?” His voice is quiet but lethal.

  “Yes, I know what a Sergeant-At-Arms does in a gang like yours. You hurt people to get what your Club needs. Shit, sometimes you torture and kill them. I’ve read the papers.”

  “You know what, Juliette?” I cringe when he says my actual name. I don’t know what I said to upset him, but he is radiating rage. He’s beginning to scare me.

  My decision to get on the back of his bike, come to his house, and fuck him is starting to look really foolish. I don’t know this man and, intense attraction aside, I have no intentions of getting to know him.

  “You really need to stop talking. You have no fucking idea what you’re fucking waffling on about. I protect my Club, and if that means some other cunt gets hurt in the process, then I’m not gonna lose any sleep over it.”

  He leans his face near mine. I force myself to stand my ground, even though all I want to do is take a step or two away from him, so I’m not receiving the full force of his sudden fury.

  “You may think you’re better than me and my Club, note that I said Club since we’re not a fucking gang, but you were gonna lie for your fucking sleazebag of a boss just so you could get the job you want until my Club offered you enough incentive to tell the truth. I fucking guarantee you that the most fucked up of my brothers has more integrity in his little finger than all of the doctors you associate with have collectively. We have each other’s back at all times, and we don’t throw each other or people we barely know under the bus to cover up our own bullshit, or to further our fucking careers.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. I was just answering your question.” I reach out to touch him, but he moves away and sighs.

  “Nah, it’s all good. I was an idiot for thinking we had chemistry and shit, and that this might be the start of something. Story of my fucking life. Never fucking good enough!”

  Lucas sounds broken, his expression hard but sad.

  Without another word, he turns his back to me and walks out of the dining room through a doorway I hadn’t noticed before. As he leaves, he twists his hair into a knot on top of his head, fastening it with an elastic he fishes out of his pocket.

  I wait for him to return.

  He doesn’t.

  Taking a step to follow him, I rethink that plan.

  I should go.

  Walking into the kitchen instead, I silently pull on my clothes.

  This was a massive mistake. I should’ve made my intentions known before we did this, although I don’t have a clue where he got the idea this was anything more than a one-time fuck.

  He didn’t even take his clothes off to screw me, and he’s guilt tripping me for treating him like a one-night stand.

  I won’t lie, I do feel a little bit bad. It was rude of me to tell him so bluntly that I wasn’t interested in a repeat.

  Well, I’d love a repeat. But someone like him would never fit into my life.

  My parents wouldn’t accept him, even as a short-term fling, and I don’t need any distractions from my career. Which a sexy, dominant man like Lucas could become quite easily.

  Once I’m dressed, I find my phone and dial a taxi.

  I need to get out of here pronto.

  LUCAS

  Present Day

  Sending JJ away was fucking hard, but it needed to be done.

  I can’t let her get further under my skin until I’m certain that she’s in it for the long haul.

  My Club’s in the middle of some serious shit, and it’s only gonna get worse before it gets better. Having my head all over the place because of a woman who thinks she’s too good for me, a woman who’s too scared of her father to live her own life, will take me off of my game and put the Club and our families into further danger.

  It’s my job to keep everyone safe.

  To have every weak spot that can be targeted protected.

  And to make sure nobody ends up hurt again, like Joel and Maddi.

  “I fucking owe you big time for that, brother.” Mad Dog drags me from my fucked-up thoughts when he strides into my kitchen.

  “That you do, brother. She’s gonna kick my ass for letting you in.”

  I can’t help my morose tone, even though I’m mostly happy for them.

  When he chuckles in agreement of my assessment of the reaction I’m gonna receive next time Maddi sees me, I can’t even summon the capacity to laugh with him.

  I’m out of fucks to give, tonight.

  Since JJ left, I’ve been slumped at the dining table knocking back beer after beer, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to ride to her house and demand she makes a decision right fucking now. The loud arguing coming from Maddi’s room died down about twenty minutes ago so I’d let myself wallow about mine and JJ’s shit, certain that at least those two were heading back onto the right path.

  Grabbing a banana from the bowl on the counter, Mad Dog leans back against it as he peels the piece of fruit and eats it in three big bites. Throwing the peel over his shoulder into the sink behind him, he regards me for a long moment before he speaks.

  “What’s up?”

  “Nothing you can fix. Nothing anyone can fix.”

  Curling his lip at my whining tone, the smug bastard breaks into the first full grin I’ve seen from him in over six months.

  “Try me. I’m full of fucking wisdom and all that shit tonight. Got Lainey to give me another chance, so I reckon I can fix your woman problems.”

  “Never said it was woman problems.” I shrug, hoping he’ll let it go. “How did you manage to talk her into giving you another shot? She was fucking adamant when she got back from the date you fucked up, that she wasn’t gonna give you the time of day, let alone another shot.”

  Rolling his shoulders, his grin dims a bit as he ponders my question.

  “It was close, but we got there. Just had to admit exactly how big of a fuck-up I am. We’re gonna date for a bit, take our time and rebuild. It’s gonna fucking kill me keeping my hands to myself, but if it means I get her back, I’ll manage it.�
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  He groans, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck! What the fuck did I just sign up for? I can’t not fuck her—”

  He shoots me daggers when I burst into laughter at his dismay.

  Dumb fucker just signed up to torture himself, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

  He’d do the same to me.

  “Yeah fuck you, brother. I’m out,” he snarls.

  Thumping me on the back as he walks past and heads for the front door, he cocks his head over his shoulder, flashing serious eyes at me.

  “You need to talk, you know where I am. You always have my back, and I’ve got yours. Any fucking time of the day.”

  “I know, Mad Dog. I’ll let you know if I can’t sort it out.”

  Shooting me a sympathetic smile before the cheeky grin that everyone who knows him has wanted to wipe off of his face on a regular basis appears, he drawls, “Women, brother.”

  “Yep. Fucking women.”

  Pushing myself from the chair after the front door closes behind him so I can grab another beer, I’m interrupted when my phone beeps.

  Checking it, I find a message from JJ.

  JJ: Can you come over? I need you, Lucas. Please...

  Fuck. What do I say to that?

  My entire being wants to ride to her house right now, but it’s not a good idea. I need to give her—both of us—the week I promised. If I don’t put my foot down now, we’ll never get this shit sorted, and she’ll keep giving me just enough to keep me around.

  I want total commitment, and I refuse to settle for the dregs she throws my way.

  I’ve done it for the last six months.

  No fucking more.

  ME: Sorry, Doll. We need this time apart more than we need each other at the moment. I’ll contact you when your time’s up.

  Pulling back my arm to throw the phone at the wall, my frustrations with this situation boiling over as doubts creep in, I’m interrupted by a silky voice chiding me about my impending stupidity.

  “You’re going to regret that, Timber.”

  Maddi walks into the kitchen and pulls my phone from my hand. She gently places it on the table before wrapping her arms around my waist.