I wanted him so badly it made my body ache and we because a fury of hands and flying clothes. Jameson rolled on top of me, pressing me into the bed with his weight and thrust into me. He took my legs and wrapped them around his waist as his hips seated his cock deep inside of me. I let out a gasp as his length pressed into me, gripping the bed as I stared up at him. His long hair and beard covered most of his face, but his muscular body was free to explore and I took advantage with my hands. He reached down and scooped me up into his arms, and I rode up and down on him as his hands traveled up and down my body, rubbing and kneading, kissing and licking. We found our release together, a groan of satisfaction escaping his lips as I whimpered out against his neck and we both fell back onto the bed sated and spent.
A week later, Jameson left for a run out of town. I nervously walked around the clubhouse the entire time, trying to figure out what to do with myself while he was gone. I met more members of the club, some patched and some prospects. I was introduced to Doc, a round man with peppered gray hair, who was the local doctor and also a member of the club. He often found himself here after hours patching up a member after a street fight, or in the later years, after they’d been shot. Riley and Odessa were the newest prospects, both of them were a year or so older than I was and loved to ride. They’d met William at the port and he’d introduced them to the club life. They were both bachelors and loved the abundance of * at the club. Odessa was a little more trigger happy than Riley, but they both became dedicated members to the club.
I’d met Rage and Knox in Dublin at the party I’d gone to with McGee, but overtime I got to know them both a lot better. I was amazed how they all took me in like family, never thinking twice about it. When I made the decision to become Jameson’s old lady, I also became a part of the club family as well. I didn’t just get him, I got them all. Rage was a hot head, a slut, and had a horrible temper, but mess with any of his family and he’d tear you to shreds. Knox was soft spoken, like his father, and strictly business. He didn’t get caught up much in the parties and *, but every once in a while he would cut loose. One member I met, and grew to love like a brother, was Charon.
Charon was a beast of a man, surpassing six foot and was still growing. His arms were huge, his chest was huge, and I imagined every other part of him was just as big. He was protective, always keeping an eye on us girls if the guys were out doing business at the port. He was quiet, but get a few drinks in him and he’d have you rolling on the ground in laughter with all of his jokes.
A few months after I’d moved to Ireland the shit started to get deep. The IRA, who were a group of radicals set out to create as much anarchy against the Irish government as possible, began recruiting new members in Cork. These guys weren’t the kind of people you fucked around with. William, who was the founding member of the Kings of Karnage MC, tried to overlook it as much as he could. But when the IRA began recruiting young kids and retaliating against families of anyone who tried to stand up to them, the Kings had to step in and because of that the tension throughout the club grew.
I was sitting on the counter of the kitchen one afternoon, chatting with Johanna about the weekend’s upcoming barbeque, when I got my first taste of what the MC life was really like. It was just another day, overcast and rainy and the thunder echoed throughout the empty clubhouse, as we spouted off various ingredients to get from the local market, when we heard a boom that stood out against the sounds of the storm. I hopped down from the counter and made my way over to the door, pulling back the curtains and peering down into the yard below. At first I only saw the puddles spreading over the concrete as the rain became coming down harder, but as I looked out past the stairs I noticed the ground turning red.
My heart dropped into my stomach as I saw Sag lying on the ground, the puddle surrounding him turning red from the blood seeping out from his shoulder. I didn’t think, I only reacted as I took off down the stairs toward him, leaving Johanna behind me shouting and screaming to get back inside. I heard another crack go off and the brick wall next to me burst out and came sprinkling down over me. On the other side of the fence was a black range rover and out of the back window was the barrel of a semi-automatic rifle, pointed directly at me. The shooter didn’t care who he took down, he was just searching for targets. As the shots rang out I tripped and tumbled down the stairs, taking shelter behind the wall at the end of the stairs. As the noise grew louder the guys who’d been out in the garage came flooding into the yard, I screamed as loud as I could for them to take cover but they couldn’t hear me, and the shots started to ring out from their pistols as they shot back toward the Range Rover.
I looked over at Mulligan who was waving at me to go back upstairs, but I was frozen in place. The fear was coursing through my veins as shots came flying into the walls above and across from me. I curled myself as tightly as I could into a ball and plugged my ears, hoping that it would all end soon. I sat there dazed and confused, my head spinning a hundred miles an hour, when a hand came down against my shoulder and I screamed and tried to scramble away.