Until Ireland

by Tl Reeve

  Later, when she was asleep, I’d plot and plan out my next move. Edgar Lux was going to regret not only laying a finger on the love of my life but being in the chop business, period. He’d fucked with the wrong person this time.

  Chapter Ten

  Mack

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  Ireland roused in my arms hours later after I’d carefully carried her to my bed. The bitter coldness that settled in her limbs while at the garage had finally relented, and her body was pliant and warm over mine. Her breath fanned out across my chest with each exhale, causing goosebumps to form in its wake. I extended my arm and cupped her ass, squeezing as she adjusted herself against me.

  She was the embodiment of temptation. My hard dick fit to the curve of her hip, throbbing. The tip was covered in precum. She could drive me to delirium. I’d been tempted to call her name, waking her up more fully than she currently was, but I didn’t want to break the spell of peacefulness surrounding us. The minute the bubble exploded was when the reality of what happened today would consume her once more.

  I couldn’t have that.

  Her eyes fluttered open, and dazed arousal shone bright in her emerald eyes. Fuck, she was perfect.

  “Hey.” The rough tone of my voice caught me off guard.

  “Hey, yourself,” she whispered, extending her arm across my chest. “We’re both naked.”

  “We are.” Humor lit my words. “From the tub to the bed. I only dried us off minimally.”

  Ireland stretched and rubbed her pussy against my thigh. The silky wetness there had everything inside of me tensing, waiting to see what she’d do next. “How long have we been asleep?”

  “A couple of hours. It’s only four,” I replied, kneading her ass. Arousal pooled in my gut while I waited for her to tell me what she wanted.

  “Good, we have the whole night then.” She sighed wistfully before sliding down my body. When she positioned herself between my legs and stared up at me with those mischievous eyes of hers, I knew we were in this for the long haul.

  She ran her tongue across my slit then spent time lapping and sucking on of the crown of my cock, flicking the piercing there while sampling my precum. I hissed. The muscles of my stomach tensed as bliss burst through me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the erotic scene unfolding before me. I fisted my hands into the sheets, determined not to interfere with her. She could take as much time sucking me off or do it as fast as she wanted.

  I didn’t care.

  A groan of pleasure had been ripped from my throat the minute she encased the head of my dick in the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. My ass came up off the bed. I fought for control to keep from spilling my release down her throat too fast. Instead, I concentrated on the sway of her body as she bobbed her head, and the way the tips of her hair brushed my thighs and cloaked her face in a curtain of red. I wanted to fist her brilliant locks and fuck her mouth, but I continued to grab the bedding and prayed for restraint.

  She was my everything. If something had happened to her today, I would’ve gone insane. As it was, I still rode the razor edge of rage. My girl had been forced to relive an abusive situation because of a stolen fucking car I’d brought to her—though unbeknownst to me. I couldn’t have that. Later I’d fix it, but right now, I needed inside her.

  “Baby,” I groaned. “Ride me.”

  She swallowed around me, and I swore I saw stars. My nuts were drawn up. My ass clenched. I was way too close.

  “Are you sure?”

  Of course I was fucking sure. I had to get inside her before I went completely insane. I held onto my threadbare control by a string. My breath left me on a shudder before I nodded. “Fuck me, Ireland. Get us both off.”

  She gasped. “So vulgar. I like it.”

  “I’d like your pussy on my dick even more.” I gave a little lift of my shoulder.

  She laughed. The glorious sound shot straight to my chest, warming me from the inside out. “I like your dick too.” She crawled up to my body then straddled my hips.

  The heat from her cunt seared my groin. My breath hitched. My heart hammered. She positioned my tip at the entrance of her pussy and sat down, taking me inch by inch into her. We both groaned as she spasmed around me, coming on one stroke. I fucking loved how responsive she was. The surprised, blissed-out look on her face told me everything I needed to know. She didn’t realize how close she’d been either, and I hadn’t even touched her.

  Ireland pressed her forehead to my chest as mini pulse still fluttered around me while the last of her climax passed. I palmed her ass, encouraging her to move, but she’d been content to sit there a moment more, torturing both of us. She let out a shaky breath, spreading another trail of goosebumps across my skin before she rotated her hips. My fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass, and I knew she’d wear my mark in the morning.

  I didn’t care.

  She wiggled and teased me, building the passion between us with slight movements until I was ready to flip our positions and fuck her into the mattress. I strained under her, silently pleading for her to move faster, harder. She’d been content to keep our pace slow and languid. I fisted my hand in her lush red hair and lifted her face. The dazed lust I spied in her eyes did stupid shit to my insides. It tamped down the need to hurry, to spill my cum inside of her.

  “Take what you need.” I lifted her slightly, changing the angle of penetration and hissed. With my free hand, I flicked and pinched her nipples, knowing from experience just how sensitive they were. She was so expressive. Her cunt melted around me. I grunted out a curse, clenching my jaw to stave off my release.

  The hedonistic way she tormented us left me reeling. Once wouldn’t be enough to get this ache out of my balls. She rocked and glided over me, picking up speed. Her face and chest were flushed. Her stomach rippled each time the muscles in her pussy did. The way she clamped down on me a second time announced how close she was to coming on cock again. I wanted it. I needed to see her shatter in my arms before I’d give her my seed.

  “Mack,” she whimpered. “So good.”

  Yeah, she was. “Do it, Ireland. Get that sweet little snatch off on my dick. Come for me, baby.”

  Her hips faltered for a split second until she was crying out with each roll of her hips. The minute she climaxed and her passage began to pulse around me, I gave over. I gripped her hips tight and held her still while shoving deep. A snarled cry of rapture shot from me as I jerked and throbbed within her. I wasn’t finished with her though. Not by a long shot. Even as I continued to spill my seed, I flipped our positions and began to rock again. My thrusts were gentle. I wanted to extend the pleasure coursing through us, but I was also determined to claim her fully, so she’d never have to worry about me or my intentions again, especially after today.

  Ireland cupped my face and gave me her best drowsy, curious face. “Mack?”

  “Can’t stop.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck, knowing we’d be here awhile. “Today fucked me all up, Ireland. From beginning to end, I’ve been half-crazed.” I fit her legs over my elbows, opening her wider so I could go deeper.

  “Same.” She drew my face to hers and kissed me. She poured every bit of herself into it, and who was I to reject those feelings from her? So, I tried to convey how much I loved her and wanted her, and only her, in my life.

  She was my BOOM. My it. My everything. She was the one person who could calm me when I needed her. Love me as much as I loved her. Give me the life I’d only dreamed of having until now. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever.

  I don’t know how long we spent fucking from that moment forward, but when we both collapsed in a sticky, sweaty mess, finally I could rest. However, I couldn’t lay there long. I needed to get in touch with Cobi. After Ireland explained everything that happened, I had a sneaking suspicion I knew where her bike was. I just had to go find it.

  With Ireland sleeping soundly once more beside me, I slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. My body was relaxed and a bit rubber
y from everything, and a stupid grin tugged at my lips. Just like a newborn colt. I’d have laughed at the thought, but I didn’t want to wake Ireland. She couldn’t know what I was about to do.

  I took a quick shower then dressed before heading to my office down the hall. Once inside, I called Cobi and patched Jax and Wes in. I was going to the auction house tonight to get her bike back. They’d either come with me or I’d do it myself. Either way, that fucker Edgar wasn’t going to keep Ireland’s bike because of whatever perceived vendetta he had.

  “Hey,” Cobi said. “I was just about to call you. What’s up?”

  “I’ve got Jax and Wes on the line with me,” I muttered. “We’re going in tonight to retrieve Ireland’s bike.”

  Cobi blew out a breath. “Haven’t you ever learned not to tell the police what you’re going to do before you do it?”

  I smirked. “You’re coming with me.”

  “Says who?” Cobi grumbled.

  “Me,” Wes stated. His lazy drawl had me biting back a laugh. “We all know what’s going on here, Cobi. Might as well start evening the odds.”

  “You don’t even have any information about what happened today,” Cobi said with a rough sigh.

  “I’m sure Mack will explain as soon as we give him a second,” Wes replied. “Right, Mack?”

  I grunted. “Of course. Not like I’d make you guys go in blind.” So, I relayed what happened and everything Ireland told me. “The fucker needs to be put down, but I’m hoping Cobi does it before I get ahold of him.”

  “Still talking to a police officer,” Cobi muttered then admitted, “We’re already casing the business. I brought Jax up to speed, and he has a couple of guys in Nashville checking the place out.”

  Good to know. “Well, I want to grab her bike. You willing to put that badge down for the night and help me, or what?” I understood tightening the screws to Cobi wasn’t fair. His reputation preceded him, and telling him straight up I was planning on stealing Ireland’s bike back could complicate an active case.

  He exhaled. “Do you know for sure it’s at the auction house?”

  He was nibbling at my hook. Perfect. “I have a feeling it’s there. It’s the last place Edgar and Ireland were together.” The same day he beat her because she knew the truth about his business.

  “That fucking shit hole,” Wes snarled. “We have history there too.”

  Yeah, it completely slipped my mind when I saw the Aston. I should’ve known finding the vehicle was too good to be true, especially in as good of condition the Aston was in. My MC had dealt with Lux when Wes bought a bike for a friend from them. The bike had been in great condition with low mileage. Unfortunately, when his friend went to get the tag for the bike, the motorcycle came up stolen in the system, causing all kinds of shit for the friend and Wes.

  “Had I been thinking, I would have passed on the Aston,” I relented. “So, this is, again, my fault.”

  “Bullshit,” Wes drawled. “We exacted street justice when we found out about the bike. Should have shut the place down instead. If you’re taking responsibility, I will too.”

  Jax cleared his throat before speaking up. “I can make a quick call before we do anything stupid to be sure the bike is there.”

  “Perfect,” I stated then gave him the info on the bike. “It’ll be the only restored Triumph.”

  “I’ll call you back,” Jax disconnected from our call.

  “While he’s doing that, I want you to fill me in on the rest of the shit going on. I won’t walk into this shit blind,” Wes stated.

  I did just that. I told him all of what had happened to Ireland, from the cut tires to the broken window and now her bike. I explained what happened after she ended shit with Edgar and the reason why she moved from Nashville to here. “I believe Ireland when she said she thought it was stupid bitches who figured she was competition. There’s painted-over graffiti on the garage, and I’m sure if I asked one of her brothers, they’d explain who vandalized their business. So, I don’t think she had a clue she’d been followed here.”

  “I don’t either,” Cobi agreed. “Coincidences happen. There was no reason to suspect her ex would drive an hour away to fuck with her. However, it appears he has.”

  “I’d have assumed the same,” Wes added. “We need to shut this auction house down for good and make sure the bastard never sees the light of day again.”

  Ditto. Relief replaced the tension radiating through my body. “Then we wait for Jax to make contact before we go in.”

  “I’m disavowing any knowledge of this plan,” Cobi said. “It’s easier that way.”

  I chuckled. “Good man. I totally understand.”

  My phone chimed with an incoming text. “Hold up a second.” I pulled the phone from my ear and opened the attachment. There, sitting next to a group of motorcycles near the back of the lot, was Ireland’s bike. “They found it.”

  “Let’s roll,” Wes said before hanging up.

  I did the same then shot a text back to Jax affirming the identification of her motorcycle. After checking to make sure Ireland was still sleeping, I went downstairs to grab her a snack. I knew she’d be hungry if she woke alone, so I wanted to be sure she had something to munch on. I also placed a small note beside the bottle of water I brought up with me. I hated lying, but this was business, and I would be bringing her bike back.

  So, the truth would negate some of the lie, right?

  I grabbed my leathers and cut from the closet and headed back into my office to change. No sense in disturbing her after everything that happened. By the time I stepped out the door of the house, I had a confirmation text from Jax. They’d be waiting for us at the lot. A sense of relief flooded me. In a couple of hours, we’d have Ireland’s bike, and we could begin regaining the upper hand.

  An hour later, I pulled into the parking lot of the auction house on the back of my custom-made bike that Wes built for me. The place was dark. Not even a guard cased the area to make sure no one trespassed. Jax stepped out of the darkness into one of the parking lot lights, illuminating him and the guys he’d called in a favor from. They crossed the parking lot to where we sat on our bikes. The loose gait and easy stride of the men belied their deadliness.

  “There are six cameras, all of them focused on the main area. Ireland’s motorcycle is located near the back.” The space behind the lot was dense with trees. “From what we’ve gathered while waiting, no one must think the wooded area is easy to get through, since there’s no cameras or security there.” Jax snorted. “In laymen’s terms, this place lacks all kinds of security. I think Edgar runs the business on sheer brute force. He has a false sense of superiority and safety here.”

  “Make sense,” I mumbled. “He beats the shit out of anyone who tries to steal from him or tries to go to the cops. I hate fuckers who use fear as a strength.”

  “It’ll be his downfall,” Wes said. “Let’s take a look at the back-end of the property and then we’ll figure out the best way to get inside and retrieve her bike.

  I nodded in agreement, following Jax and his guys around the perimeter of the area. We stuck as close to the metal fencing as possible to hide from the peripheral cameras. Since they kept them low instead of high, there were tons of blind spots we could work with. As we rounded the final corner, I noticed the three-quarters of an inch gap between the fence line and the trees. It was big enough for us to walk single file toward the area where the bike originally had been located. We came to a stop halfway down the path and crouched.

  “Okay, the bike is approximately one hundred feet north of where we’re standing.” Jax pointed in the direction of where the Triumph rested. “Downside, we’ll have to walk it out.”

  There was no way we could cut through sheet metal without causing a scene. “There’s a keypad lock on the gate. You got a way to bypass it?”

  “Do monkeys fling shit?” Jax cocked a brow.

  I lifted my hands. “Excuse me.”

  Jax huffed a la
ugh. “I can crack the code. We have to watch for the cameras though. That’s the dangerous part.”

  “We’ll have to time it,” Wes said. “Mack and I will direct you through the lot. I’ve been watching the way the cameras turn while we’ve been out here. They’re on a twenty second timer.”

  “Oh joy,” Jax grumbled. “Talk about pressure to perform.”

  I laughed. “You’ve got this.”

  Jax and his guys climbed the fence with ease then lowered themselves back into the auction lot. When they disappeared, Wes and I went back to the gate to wait. We pulled out his phone and opened up his text message with Jax to begin relaying directions to him so they could maneuver through the lot.

  I only wished I could be as relaxed as Wes appeared, leaning against the wall of the main building. I glanced around the area, watching for any suspicious activity. It all seemed a little too easy, but then again, brute force did offer a false sense of security. Too bad Edgar was going to learn the hard way that he’d fucked with the wrong people.

  A few minutes later, the gate opened and Jax was pushing Ireland’s bike out into the open. “It’s not drivable. They fucked her ignition system.”

  I bit back a growl of frustration. “Fuckers.”

  “Good thing I brought the truck then.” Wes hitched his thumb toward the big-ass pickup sitting next to my motorcycle across the street. “Had a feeling this might happen.”

  “Then let’s get out of here before someone comes snooping around.” Jax continued to push the bike out of the parking lot.

  I’d laugh at the lack of security this place had if I wasn’t so furious with myself. I should’ve done a better job of making sure the business was legit, and I should’ve gotten Macey to run the Aston Martin to be sure nothing was outstanding on the vehicle. Once we had the Triumph loaded and strapped down, we headed out. Jax and his guys disappeared, leaving me to follow Wes. By the time we pulled into the long driveway to the ranch, the sun was already cresting the horizon, turning the early morning sky from dark blues to light purples and pinks.