Riding Irish (7 page)

I spent a minute examining the pictures that were taped to the wall behind the bar. There were dozens of photographs, mostly of Druids but some were of men and women who were clearly not bikers. I wondered at all of the people whose lives the Druids had touched. Surely some of them had come away with only good feelings and memories of the gang.

“So, you’re the American,” a decidedly female voice said behind me. I turned to see who it was. She was a little shorter than me with tightly cropped blonde hair. She was wearing a grey t-shirt that was a bit too large for her and a tight pair of black jeans with a studded belt. All down her arm was an intricate black tattoo of some kind of insect, with its many legs spread out to the sides. She had the look of a woman who had spent quite a bit of time in places like this.

I raised my pint in greeting to her and said, “Catrina
Flynn. And you are?”

“I’m Daisy. Everybody’s been talking about you today. Seems that Ronan’s found himself a new girl from America and he’s quite taken with her.”

I blushed. I should have known that Ronan would tell his friends about me, but all the same I was nervous to be presented with someone who knew far more about me than I knew of her. Daisy was a bit older than I was, and behaved like a mother cat defending her territory from interlopers.

“So you’re a Flynn,” she continued, “I have to admit, when I heard Ronan had found himself an American, I didn’t expect you to have quite the look o’ Ireland that you have.” I brushed my hair out of my face and smiled politely.

She took the stool next to me and put her elbow on the bar, staring at me. “Listen here, little cat,” she said, “I hope you know what you’re doing. I don’t have any faith that ye do, but I hope for your sake that you’ve got the sense to know what kind of place this is and what kind of men you’re dealing with.”

“I know,” was my only response. I didn’t want to get into specifics as I hadn’t been told much of anything by Ronan himself and I didn’t want to be caught repeating stories that might not have a lot of truth to them, told to me by Bernard at the Bleeding Hart.

“I doubt that very much, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt,” she told me. “If that’s the case, then you know what it means to be an old lady.”

I decided I might have overstepped my knowledge slightly. I’d heard the term before, but I was clearly wading into the deep end here, and I thought that Daisy was leading me there intentionally. “And just what should an old lady know?”

“First of all,
you
should know that you’re not Ronan’s old lady. You’re just a girl he met in a pub. If he brought you here, that means he’s taken an interest, but it doesn’t mean he’s yours. I can’t see the future, and I don’t know how it’ll turn out between the two of you, but for now, he’s just a man and you’re just a woman.
Nothin’ more.”

I took another long drink of my beer and nodded at her. I hadn’t imagined anything else, but it was nice to be reminded that things weren’t serious here. Part of me was glad that I wasn’t being somehow claimed by
Ronan,
or at least that there was no biker code demanding me to remain his. I cared for him a great deal and I was intoxicated by his presence, but I had to remain grounded.

About that time, Ronan came back through the door he’d exited before and went behind the bar to retrieve his pint.

“Oi, Daisy, you fillin’ Cat’s head with nonsense?” he asked.

“I’m telling her like it is, Ronan. I never do more than that and you know it,” she responded, pulling herself off of the barstool and getting to her feet. Without another word to either of us, she walked across the room and sat down on the lap of a large biker with a thick beard and gave him a quick kiss.

“Daisy’s a handful,” Ronan told me, drawing my eyes back to him. “She an’ Garret o’er there have been together a long time.”

“She seems nice,” told him.

“That’s polite of ye to say, but we both know it’s nothin’ of the truth,” he said and we both laughed. We finished our beer and he took my empty glass beneath the bar. “Come on, I want to show ye around a bit.”

I hopped off the stool and followed him around the bar to the door he’d gone through before. It led to a long hallway that was covered with framed photographs. If I had thought the wall behind the bar was full of memories, this place was absolutely packed. Ronan stopped a couple of times on the walk down the hall to point out pictures of
himself
. Some were recent, but others were of a much
younger version of the man who stood before me. One was even of him as a child of no more than five years, sitting on the back of a motorcycle while a proud looking man stood next to him, holding him steady on the big bike.

“Is that your Dad?” I asked.

“Aye, that’s him. That bike’s a bit busted up now, but I’ve still got it in the garage here, too.”

I noted carefully the way he dropped the subject of his father and focused instead on the bike that was pictured. I’d known plenty of men who had issues with their dads, but I couldn’t help but feel that there was a deeper mystery to be explored here. Taking over your father’s business is a bit different when the business is a motorcycle club.

He led me to a door at the back end of the hallway and opened it with a key. He stepped in and flipped a light switch and we stepped inside. I realized at once that this must be the room he kept here at the farmhouse. There was a large comfortable bed stacked with flannel blankets and a small desk with a laptop out on it. A small bookshelf was mostly filled with bike magazines, but there were a few well-worn old classics on the shelves as well. A few pictures hung on the walls here as well, but nothing like the hallway. It was sparse, but obviously well loved.

“Home sweet home,” he said.

“It’s lovely,” I responded.

“Not half so lovely as you,” he said, approaching me. I closed the door behind me and stepped to meet him in the center of the room. I had missed the touch of him, even though we’d only been off of the bike for perhaps twenty minutes. Somehow, every time I came close to him, I became more and more addicted to the feeling of his hard muscles pressed up against my body. His smell infiltrated my nose and I breathed deeply, trying to permanently lock the scent of him into my memory.

I extended my arms and put them around his neck. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me slightly, spinning me in a short semi-circle around the room. My hair spun out behind me like a red wave and we both smiled. He set me back down on the floor and bent in close to kiss me. My lips met his hungrily and with a longing that had building since he’d ridden away this morning. I closed my eyes and kissed him deeply, further absorbing the powerful scent of him.

As we kissed he released my waist and shrugged himself out of his jacket. It hit the floor behind him with a loud sound. All that leather made for a heavy impact. I moved my hands to the zipper of my own jacket but he broke away from our kiss and said, “Please, let me.”

I dropped my hands to my sides, more than happy to let him undress me. Feeling his hands moving across my clothing like that was exhilarating. More and more I wanted to feel like I was in his power and under his influence. I wanted him to feel that he had complete control of the situation and of me. He reached forward and unzipped my jacket, letting it fall open. I pushed my arms back and he pulled the tight sleeves away from my body. He dropped it to the floor with a soft sound, so much unlike his own jacket.

He stood back for a moment, staring at me. My small black t-shirt stretched over my body, and my black jeans were remarkably tight. I’d felt a little silly dressing myself up like this, but after meeting Daisy I realized that I’d done a good job of picking the right outfit. I fit in fine here. He pulled me close to him again. With our jackets off, I could feel the heat that he constantly seemed to radiate pressing against me. He was always warm, as though he had an invisible energy hiding in his body that was always ready to explode.

We kissed and his hands worked beneath my shirt. We broke apart only long enough for him to strip of it off of me and throw it to the corner of the room. He began kissing down my chin and neck and slowly lowered himself to his knees. With the aid of his teeth, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, leaving me clad only in my bra and panties. He unzipped my boots and removed those as well, before pushing my clothes aside. He was still on his knees and I felt his warm hands moving across my legs. He kissed up one and down the other. My skin was tingling as I felt his breath across my thighs.

He rose to his feet and gently pushed me towards the bed. I backed up until my legs brushed against the side of the bed. He grinned and gave me a firm push and I tumbled backwards onto the bed, giggling. Ronan bent over me, laying across the side of his bed, and kissed along my thighs, upwards. I felt his warm breath between my legs and let out a very soft moan, uncontrollably. He must have heard me as a smile broke over his face immediately and his eyes met mine. He looked up at me from between my legs for only a moment and then turned his attention back to the business at hand.

His hands worked up both of my thighs at once, spreading my legs further apart, and granting unrestricted access. He trailed his fingers lightly over my panties at first before pushing his hand more
firmly between my legs, feeling my intense heat building there. He kept one hand there as his other slipped beneath the waist band of my panties and moved around my hip.

He gently pulled them away from my body so gradually that I barely registered the action. I was over the moon with ecstasy already, unable to comprehend anything beyond the pleasurable feelings that seemed to issue forth from his every touch, glance and smile. He tossed my panties aside and bent close to me. I felt his warm breath between my legs for the first time and nearly lost it immediately. That powerful warm energy inside of him was now focused between my legs, and the results were as predictable as they were incredible. I’d had men go down on me before, but with the connection I felt with this gorgeous guy, it was like nothing I’d experienced before.

He kissed between my legs lightly until I begged him for more. I couldn’t see his face, but I was sure that his trademark grin appeared on his face when I moaned, “Ohhh
god, do it.” He obliged, running his tongue lightly along the length of my pussy. I shuddered at his wet kiss. Again and again, his tongue probed along between my lips. He pushed it more deeply against me, giving me my first taste of what it felt like to have his warm, firm tongue buried against my clit. I couldn’t help but moan loudly at the rush of the feeling.

He grasped my thighs tightly and pushed his face deep between my legs, driving his tongue deep inside of me. He began to kiss me there, his tongue working magically against my pussy and driving me deeper and deeper into pleasurable bliss. I rocked my hips towards his face, pressing my clit against his upper lip and grinding softly. His tongue continued to hum and push against me. My toes curled and my legs tightened as I felt the rush of my first wild orgasm breaking free inside me body. It felt as though the warmth of Ronan’s touch was spreading through my body and mixing with my own heat, producing a chemical reaction that neither of us could control.

I grabbed his thick black hair in my hands and pulled him hard against my body. He only increased his pressure and speed and I screamed loudly, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m
gonna
come all over your face oh fuck!” My hips bucked wildly, and he gripped me tighter still, holding his tongue against my clit and vibrating it in a way that I still can’t quite explain. His mouth was a wild machine against my pussy that I couldn’t control and which brought me only the most incredible pleasure.

I felt the pressure of his hands vanish from my thighs and his lips and tongue continued their assault between my legs, extending my orgasm and pulling me into a dreamy half-conscious state that I couldn’t escape from. A moment later – or maybe it was minutes, I really can’t be sure – he lifted his
face from between my legs and crawled up my body. I felt immediately that he’d removed his pants when the thick hardness of his manhood pressed against my body. He pulled my face to meet his and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself all over him and it was intoxicating. He reached between us and took hold of his thick shaft in his hand, guiding himself towards the burning wetness between my legs. He pushed the head of his thick meaty cock against me and I moaned in indescribable pleasure, knowing that he was soon going to take me for his own.

He brought his hands to my hips and pushed into me, simultaneously forcing my hips downward. The sudden fullness of him inside of me made me shriek with pleasure. In less than one short day, I’d nearly forgotten how thick and hard he could become. I was so wet from the tongue lashing he’d just given me that the girth of him still slid into me fully without resistance. I gripped myself tightly around his cock and grabbed his tightly muscled shoulders, bracing myself for the pleasures yet to come.

I let myself become his plaything to be used once again, allowing him to guide my body however he liked. I felt like I was acting as an extension of his will at all times. When I moved my body against his, every action was in response to his subtle urgings and sometimes his not as subtle pulls and pushes. His hands remained clasped around my waist as he drove himself deep inside me again and
a
again. With every thrust, I felt as though he could go no deeper, but every time he proved me wrong. His cock seemed to growth in length, girth and hardness with every thrust.

“Oh Ronan, oh god, fuck me,” I moaned as he pushed into me again and again.

He stared into my eyes and I saw only intense desire in him. I could tell that he wanted nothing but me, and that I was the center of his entire world at this moment. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I knew that time would pass and that he would ride off again, but I hoped in that moment that he would always return to me and show me how it felt to be the object of his intense passion, night after night.