Irish

by Dusty Lassetter

  “You mean the guards you sent to my club that opened fire on my men? Are those the men you were expecting?”

  I don’t think I can remember a time I’ve seen Buck look so menacing. Even when we were searching for his daughter, he had other emotions. Now, there is only rage glowing behind his golden eyes.

  “I’m in a hurry gentlemen. Why don’t we try to do this like civilized people?”

  I have to give this brave young bastard some credit for not pissing his pants. The fact that his guard is standing beside him without his hand on a weapon is idiotic on his part, but lucky on ours. There are probably more men sitting in the car with weapons trained on us, but they won’t be able to save their boss if Buck decides to pull his trigger. I’ve looked down the barrel of a handgun before, and trust me when I say it’s not fun.

  “You have three seconds to explain what the fuck you were thinking before I give the coyotes a few bodies to feast on.”

  “I’m not one of your pups you can order around,” Dominic growls out. His immaturity won’t allow him to let Buck’s demand go ignored. Most powerful men in this position would simply smile before placating our president with a simple answer. This young man has something to prove, or at least he feels like he does.

  “One…two…three…”

  The sound of Buck’s gun going off hits my ear before I see Dominic grab at his leg with a look of painful surprise on his face. The situation around us grows more intense, and the three of us start moving with a new type of urgency. It takes Hammer no time at all to place the barrel of his weapon on Dominic’s guard’s temple.

  “Do it, and die,” Hammer warns.

  The man was in the process of raising his gun toward our president, prepared to stick a bullet in his head. Shit has gotten out of hand fast, and all I can do at this point is go with it. Waiting for someone to jump out of the car is not something I can do, so I make a choice. I place two shots into the engine, making sure the man behind the wheel can’t run us down, before deciding to make my way toward the driver side door. I go with my gut and assume if the driver was armed he would have already shot at one of us. Breaking the glass window with the butt of my gun, I come face to face with a man that looks like he is about to shit himself.

  “Out,” I order, and watch as he scrambles to obey my command.

  “Walk,” I growl as soon as he is out of the car.

  “You shot me!” The way Dominic is crying out in shock is amusing. Of course, Buck was going to follow through on his threat. What did he expect? Buck gave him a warning; the blame is solely his for not listening. Forcing the scared driver to kneel before us on his knees, I wait for my president to decide what he wants to do.

  “You’re young Dominic, and new to the world of crime. When you came to my compound and told me you wanted to go legit, I knew you were full of shit. Tell me what Slasher has over you or lose your tongue.”

  Dominic looks at Buck, still holding his hand over the flesh wound on his leg, contemplating what he should do next. If he wasn’t my enemy, I would admire the size of this kid’s nuts. To stand toe-to-toe with my president is no easy feat.

  “My sister,” he finally spits out. “The sick mother fucker has my sister.”

  Buck lowers his weapon when he hears the reason behind this young man’s transgressions. It’s easy to sympathize with someone when you have been put in the same situation. I remember our president being close to using Scarlett to get Serenity back. It’s amazing what people are willing to do for their loved ones.

  “It looks like we have a common enemy and need each other. I want you to call Slasher and tell him you ran into some problems getting Scarlett but will try again tomorrow.”

  “That’s not going to work,” Dominic states.

  “Why is that?” I question before anyone else can.

  “He already has her.”

  “How is that possible?” Buck growls. I know a part of him is hoping Dominic will say Slasher also has Teller. It’s not like he’s against kidnapping two people at once.

  “Someone snatched her before we could.”

  Irish

  Walking back into the clubhouse, I’m tired and just ready for this night to be over. I’ve already chewed through my entire bundle of cinnamon sticks, and my mind isn’t capable of taking in anymore shit. I need time to rest. I opted out of joining Buck and Hammer on filling in Taz and Torch. I think they can handle it on their own. The shit we just did is weighing heavily on my mind. I’ve done worse, but never to someone I thought didn’t deserve it. The driver Dominic chose was a newbie. An idiotic man that had no idea what he was truly getting into. Buck wanted to make an impression on his boss so he made Dominic watch as we killed his men, but not before torturing them. I need a hot shower and a miracle to get these images out of my head. Apparently, Slasher is slowly turning us all into monsters. Buck just happens to be his latest victim.

  The hinges on my door creak when I open it, alerting the woman sitting on my bed of my arrival.

  “Tony!”

  The relief and happiness in Ashley’s voice eases some of my stress. Knowing she has been in here worried about me causes my chest to fill with pleasure. Maybe I shouldn’t like that Ashley has been sitting here anxious and tense, but I can’t help it.

  “You’re alright?”

  Before I can stop her, she’s got those cold, tiny hands sweeping over my exposed skin. The action reminds me of something a distressed mother would do to one of her children she couldn’t find. I grab her hands to pull them to my lips, and place a gentle kiss on every one of her cold fingertips. The gesture warms her beautiful blue eyes, and eases the tension from her shoulders.

  “You’ve been gone so long. I thought you were de…dead.”

  The last word is met with resistance, like the idea of her putting me and death in the same sentence is too hard. Knowing she just had a shower, but not really giving a damn, I pull her into my arms. Holding Ashley like this causes something inside me to snap together. It’s like I’ve been missing my other half, and finally my being can be whole again because she is here.

  “I love you,” I whisper in her hair as I kiss the top of her head. “I don’t know how I’ve lived this long without you.”

  “Tony,” she starts to murmur against my chest.

  “Irish.” I state, interrupting her. “Call me Irish.”

  “I love you too, Irish.”

  We stand in the middle of my room, her wrapped tightly in my arms, for countless minutes. With each one of my inhales, I erase the scent of blood my earlier activities caused with her body spray that smells of cotton candy. Each time she squeezes me for comfort, I allow some of the images I’m keeping hostage behind closed eyelids to dissipate.

  “Let’s take a shower,” she surprises me by suggesting.

  “I’m not sure that is a good idea. I’ve already done too much damage tonight. I won’t be able to live with myself if you have a flashback.”

  “You’ve taken care of me since I’ve been back,” Ashley states, putting enough space between us so she can look into my eyes. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

  Cupping her delicate cheek in my hand, the truth of what I just did is on the tip of my tongue. I need to warn her about the man I am, the man I’ve become. Ashley deserves to know the truth about me. Sure, I was considered to be a bad boy when we first started dating, but now it’s different. I’m a criminal through and through. A life with me means always having to worry. Not only for me, but for herself as well. It’s a life Ashley probably never saw herself living.

  “Don’t,” she whispers. “You don’t have to say anything. It took me too long to see that I can’t live without you. Please don’t try to push me away.”

  “I have no intention to push you away. I just need you to be completely aware of what you get when you choose me. If you can’t handle this life you need to tell me now. I’ll let you go, Ashley. Even if it tears me apart to do so, I will do it, but I need you to think
long and hard about your next sentence.”

  “I’ve made my choice,” she declares, turning her face to give me a soft kiss on the middle of my palm.

  “You’re mine, Ashley,” I growl, becoming possessive. “Forever.”

  “I’m yours, Irish. Now, tomorrow, and every day after that.”

  Quickly reaching down to grab her by the ass, I easily lift Ashley up my body. Instinctively, she wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us both into my bathroom. Always in sync, she turns the light on as I close the door with the heel of my boot. Gently setting her down on the single porcelain sink, I shrug out of my leather cut. Careful not to let it hit the floor, I hang it on the towel rack that never holds any towels. I usually don’t get dressed until I’m in my room. I prefer to air dry more times than not.

  “Tell me to stop if it becomes too much.” I not only give her the command, I take her chin between my fingers to keep her from looking away as I say it. I need Ashley to realize how serious I am when it comes to her letting things go too far. If there is any inclination at all that she is feeling, smelling, or sensing anyone other than me she better speak up.

  “I will,” she murmurs while pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Being patient is not something I have ever been accused of, so it should come as no surprise to Ashley when I have her shirt off with one fluid motion. Throwing the cotton material to the floor, I can’t help but smile when I see the red sheer bra holding up her tits like the sweet offering they are. Knowing how sensitive her nipples are, I lean forward and suck one of the tiny pebbles into my mouth. The combination of the heat from my mouth and the material sticking to her skin has always drove Ashley crazy, and this time is no different. When she latches onto my head, trying to keep me where she wants, I bite down hard enough for her to remember who’s in charge.

  “OW!”

  “It’s been a while for me. So, unless you want me to explode in my pants like some nerdy teenager I need you to keep your hands to yourself.”

  “How long is a while?”

  “I’m not answering that right now,” I state. Tapping her on the side of the leg, Ashley eventually gets the hint and uses her arms to hold that ass in the air. Removing the pajama shorts she was wearing, I throw them to the floor with their matching shirt. Looking in the mirror behind her, I can see the way her red panties curve around her ass. “Shut your mouth and spread your legs.”

  Ashley has always enjoyed being told what to do right before, and during sex. Which works out perfectly for me because I’ve always been very vocal on what I want my women to do. With her cloudy blue eyes staring into mine, it’s not hard to tell my lack of answer is truly bothering her.

  “I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since I found out you were taken.”

  When a genuine smile starts to spread across her face, I can’t stop myself from leaning forward to place a soft kiss on her lips. I want some of her happiness to seep into my soul and take away the nightmare I found myself in not too long ago.

  “Keep your eyes open,” I instruct as I start kissing my way down her neck. “And on me. I want you to see everything I do to you.” Making sure to scrape my stubble across her sensitive skin, I feel an instant tightening in my groin when she arches into my touch. Knowing I am marking her fair skin, and she is enjoying it, has my balls tightening with anticipation.

  The sounds of her soft moans fill the room as I take my time exploring the skin I haven’t had the pleasure of tasting for far too long. I started this wanting to take things extra slow, but it was foolish of me to think I could. I have forever to worship her body like I should. Tonight is about claiming what’s rightfully mine.

  Crouching down, I am now in the perfect position to push aside her panties and feast on her pussy like I’ve been dying to do. Pulling her closer to my mouth, her ass now on the edge of the sink, I use one hand to keep her from falling while the other pulls aside the red panties that are in my way.

  “Irish,” she murmurs, the sound of her voice coming out unsure.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  I ask the question while staring at her wet folds. This time is not like the last. Ashley is wet for me. Thanks to the well-lit room, I can see her juices glistening. Since she hasn’t answered my question yet, I lean forward and slowly drag my tongue up her slit.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, leaning back enough to blow cool air on her heated skin.

  “No…no…don’t stop.”

  Without a response, I grab her hand to replace the one I’m using to hold her panties to the side. Now that she is keeping them out of the way for me, I can wrap both my arms around her thighs and keep her spread open with my hands. Diving in like a starved man, I begin to eat her pussy the way I know she likes it. Long drawn out swipes of my tongue, followed by short tiny circles is all it takes to bring her to the edge. The taste of her sweet pussy, combined with my lack of sex is more than enough to have me sitting right beside her on the brink.

  “Irish,” she moans, trying to grind on my face but my arms locking her hips in place won’t allow enough movement. Hearing her say my name in frustration and pleasure is all it takes to get me back on my feet, and Ashley bent over the sink her ass was just perched on.

  “Look at me,” I growl.

  When her eyes lock with mine in the mirror, I take off my shirt, loving the way she can’t stop herself from following the lines of my newest tattoo. The trinity knot is something I had Hammer doing while Ashley was recovering. Dark green lines weave in and out of themselves to form the perfect design. It holds a special meaning to me because it represents my relationship with Ashley. She owns me mind, body, and soul. That is why I had Hammer make the middle of the knot look like an “A”.

  I don’t bother directing her eyes back to mine. I love watching the look of desire etched on her face as I unbutton my jeans. The way she runs her tongue over those luscious lips when she catches a glimpse of hardened length.

  “Do you see something you want?” I ask.

  As a proud Irishman, I will never grow tired of hearing Ashley say she wants me. Sometimes I tease her so much she begs, only because I like knowing it is my dick she can’t live another second without. Right now would be as good of time as any to hear her do just that, but there is an urgency sizzling beneath my skin to thrust my cock inside her to the hilt.

  “You,” she torments me by using a bedroom voice that would have any man growing hard. I take a few seconds to savor the way she is looking at me through long lashes, biting the side of her lip in anticipation. Not bothering to completely take my jeans off, but pulling my dick completely out, I direct it to her opening. Enjoying the sensation of entering her with just the head. Grinding my teeth together to keep from surging forward, I allow myself to relish in the pleasure of her wet, tight heat grasping at my dick like it’s been starved. Keeping a firm hold on my shaft, I completely exit her opening. Glancing down, I get a glimpse of her pussy staying stretched before filling it with more of my cock this time. I continue to do this until her hips are surging backwards, and she is trying to force all of me in her.

  “Patience,” I grind out. There is a lot of things in life I enjoy speeding through, but this is not one. I want to absorb all the pleasure I can get from having her walls wrapped around me.

  “Please,” she groans out. “Fuck me, Tony.”

  “Grab onto the sink,” I say. After making sure Ashley wraps her fingers around the porcelain, I reach around and place my hands on her inner thighs. Spreading those long legs as wide as I can while lifting my woman in the air, I fill her with one forceful thrust of my hips. My dick instantly hardens to the point of being painful when my balls slap against her bare ass.

  Knowing I am about to embarrass myself, but not at all caring, I switch Ashley’s weight to one arm. With my free hand, I reach around and begin to massage the sweet spot that is sure to send her over the edge just as quickly as me. There is a reason I warmed my woman up befo
re we started. I have to grind my teeth together every time her walls clamp down on my cock, but eventually the throbbing grows more frequent and lasts longer. Knowing she is as close as I have been, I apply more pressure and allow that wanton pussy to milk my dick dry. The sight of her fogging up the mirror by moaning my name is one I will never forget.

  After having my way with Ashley again in the shower, we finally make it out to rest our tired bodies on the bed waiting for us. Since I don’t have any towels for her to dry all that hair on, she takes one of my shirts and uses it instead. Pulling the comforter back, I get a sense of completion when I see Ashely climbing in to take her rightful place at my side.

  “Irish,” she whispers into the quiet room. “Do you think your club can find Scarlett?”

  I think about her question before giving an honest reply. “No,” I firmly state without going into detail. Ashley doesn’t need to know everything Teller is capable of. I had thought he was different. I wanted to believe he wasn’t the monster everyone whispered about, but that was just me being naive. The moment Saint was shot, Slasher signed his death certificate. There was nothing, or anyone, that was going to stop Teller from getting revenge. I’m just ashamed I hadn’t seen it before he was able to use Scarlett. It takes a truly insane person to use a woman for his own advantages. Apparently, the brother I thought I had was just another wolf in sheep’s clothing.

  “If your club needs my help I’ll do anything I can.”

  The offer is sincere, and that sincerity is what has my blood starting to boil. Pulling her soft body into my much harder one, I hold her tightly against my chest. “No, you won’t,” I command. “If they so much as ask, you will turn them away. You survived Slasher once, but that’s not a guarantee you can do it a second time. I would die before I’d allow him to get his hands on you again.”

  “But if Scarlett needs my help…”