Page 9 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
My head went sideways, “I won’t take that.” I didn’t need it, anyway.
“Aye, it’s my seed.” Irish played along.
Kingpin huffed. “Pagan, Irish will make amends to your sister. He’ll take over Cece’s chores at Royal Road. Cece will show you the ropes, Irish. Make sure you complete them. You’ll do them until we know she’s not… with child.”
“How’s that? When will we know?” My brother asked.
“When she has the painters in, you thick twat,” Irish said, speaking of my period.
“Pres. I don’t want this asswipe within ten yards of my sister.” My brother grunted.
“That’s my decision, Pagan. Take it or leave it.”
“Pres. that can’t be all. Let me take him downstairs. Villain and I’ll put him through the ringer. Teach him to keep his hands off her,” my brother pleaded.
Kingpin sounded put out. He was as tired of this as I was. “There won’t be any lashes. Club needs him in the ring next week. But Pagan, you fuckingthick twat,” he mimicked what Irish had called him. “I have a punishment for you. You need to learn how our bread is buttered. Come Friday, you’ll fight him. And Irish, lady luck better stay on your side. I’ve fifty grand riding on your next match. You lose, and I’ll take it out of your hide. There Pagan, you happy?” Kingpin’s demeanor improved. “Now, let’s all go out and open a bottle of Irish whiskey. Cousin brought a bottle of Pearson’s.”
“Aye, I gave that to him last year,” Irish said.
My brother wasn’t happy. He said he’d take me home. I let him lead me out of the Throne Room through the club and out the back. We could walk, it wasn’t too far, but I was relieved when he took me to his motorcycle. Just past the arena, a road led to another industrial building where Kingpin lived. Place was huge because he was the leader of these outlaws. He liked to call it the Big House, because of his famous stint in prison. And he didn’t live in the whole place. The first floor boasted an inground pool and hot tub that everyone used, I heard. I’d never been.
Kingpin lived upstairs, or rather up the elevator he had installed. Behind the Big House were a row of small one-story houses. I lived in the first one that sat farther away from the rest. I liked it that way because there was less noise. I could actually get some sleep while these men partied all night.
My brother, our Vice President lived in the second house, closest to me but across the street. He lived there alone. But he also had a house on the outskirts of Nashville at the Eagle’s Nest where his baby mama, Kara lived around the other ol’ ladies. They weren’t married. I was aunt to their four-year-old little girl, Dasha.
The officers followed suit. Villain, the asshole, our Sergeant at Arms, lived in the third house beside Pagan with his buddy Horror who was much lower on the rung, our Tail Gunner. The name fooled many, but Horror was a sweetheart. He had another place at the Eagle’s nest too, but no ol’ lady to speak of. Not yet. He secured the cabin because he has an eye on Tonya, a musician who comes to perform on the weekends sometimes.
Next was Riff, my neighbor across an empty lot where one of the houses had burned down. He was our Road Captain who came from an older motorcycle club that was no longer around. Cockier than a dildo factory, he was from a long line of bikers in the Smokey Rollers MC in Sevierville and thought he should be our President. He roomed with Opry, our Treasurer who pretty much ran Royal Road. A smooth character, Opry wore a cowboy hat like no one’s business. They were single.
Also single, Payday and Cousin, our two Secretaries lived together in the next house. The sour patch kids, I called them, because Payday was sour, and Cousin was sweet. Then there were Leviathan and Goliath our two scary as shit Enforcers, but Leviathan was rarely in Nashville even though he had a wife and three kids who lived at the Eagle’s Nest too. Therefore, Goliath had the place to himself. A true monster who’d been in prison with Kingpin, he wouldn’t be settling down with anyone, I hoped, for their sake.
Royal Road practically had a hotel as a second floor, Thorn, our Cleaner lived above Royal Road, too. His old roommate, Hollow, moved to the Eagle’s Nest when he got engaged. Hollow’s fiancée, Eve started singing here back in January. I’d rarely seen her at all before then. I made a point to bump into her to feel her belly. Ol’ ladies were all a clatter about their upcoming wedding and gossiping about whether or not the girl was pregnant. She could be, but her belly was still as flat as a pancake.
Gunn and Cricket, our guards lived above the club too, but Gunn had two women at the Eagle’s Nest, claiming he’s in a poly relationship. Though, neither woman knew about the other. There were bets on how long he’d live. I gave him another month. Warmer weather would reveal much to them ladies. Once the barbeques started out at the Nest, he was done for.
Cricket, he’s a quiet one. Nothing going on with him, hence the name. Not to mention his slight speech impediment. Yeah, his road name was cruel. Not everyone got a cool name. Like Jersey, he wasn’t from Jersey. He just wore some jersey all the time before he became a member. Being a hockey fan or something. I didn’t want to think about the road name I’d get being blind since it was almost the only thing anyone knew about me.
The whores all got nicknames if they didn’t already come with one from their days stripping. The sweetbutts stayed over the club too. They’d give up their rooms whenever needed though and go crash at the Big House which had a load of guest rooms. That’s if they weren’t warming someone’s bed. Other than that, a big penthouse topped Royal Road, reserved for our very special guests and high rollers.
Other members of the Royal Bastards MC lived wherever they pleased, some at the Eagles Nest if they had a wife or kids. Or not. Some had grandkids. Like old man Buzzard who had seven. Our oldest member, Satan, his kids put him in a retirement home last year. Kingpin broke him out for special events.
Most of our bachelors, like Irish lived off site completely, somewhere in Nashville. Although he crashed with Cousin a whole lot. I found myself wondering where Irish lived. I’d meet with him in the morning, letting him know how to do my job, so I supposed I could ask him.
Pagan dropped me off, but he didn’t leave. He didn’t say a thing to me as I felt my way to my room. No one thought to get my fucking cane from the locker room. I shut my door and locked it before falling into my bed. My brother went straight to Jassica’s room as usual. The door closed behind him and soon they were screaming at one another. I put my pillow over my head. Next, they’d be fucking. Yes, my brother cheated on his baby mama with my nurse. It’d been going on, on and off, for two long years.
Taking the pillow away, I waited. Sure enough, their screams of anger subsided and the thump of the bedpost hitting the wall rang, followed by a rhythmic squeak. Muffled cries and low moans weren’t far behind.
Thoughts of Irish flooded in, making my body jerk. From the moment his hands landed on me, I felt it, his eagerness. Or was that his cock? I took in his scent, leather, and earth, that rich beer he loves mixed with his sweat and the orange dial soap we stock in the locker room. I’d known it was him before he bumped into me. As soon as I spoke his name, he sprang into action. The shock of his forcefulness followed by a blazing kiss soaked my panties.
Now, I reached down to stroke my clit as I replayed our encounter in my head. Wet again. The taste of him, salty and sweet with a hint of beer had delighted me. The suppleness of his lips pressing so hard, dared me to fight him. Pain from his rough beard scraping my chin raw still lingered. Irish trapping me against the wall frightened me, just enough to excite me. The impatience of his tongue invaded my throat before I gave in.
Really believing his passion had been for me, I became puddy in his greedy hands letting him touch me indiscriminately. The erection in his jeans rubbed me in just the right spot. His exploration of my booty and then his calloused hands squeezing my breasts. It was all too much. When his hand swept over my panties, I about came. He slithered my panties off, shocking me. But he never broke our kiss. And when he did, his hot breath hit my clit.
I was done for.
I wished for him to fuck me right then and there. I wouldn’t think of what happened next as I fondled my slit, poking one finger in and out. Flipping over, I put my pillow between my legs and gyrated against it, imagining riding Irish’s cock. Thinking of his sexy accent and him saying he planned to have sex with me. Well, it'd been so long since I’d had sex, I came too quickly. Over my heavy pants, I could hear my brother and Jassica still at it.
Sated, I could think about what happened next, when I found out I’d been a fool. Irish thought I was someone else when I’d been ready to let him fuck me right then and there. Hislasswas mad as a wet hen. Sourly disappointed myself, I couldn’t blame her. I’d known Irish for three years, casually, as in he spoke to me while I was behind the bar. One of the sweetbutts, Paisley had been seeing him recently. Fucking him whenever he had the need most likely. Thinking of it further soured my mood. After tonight I longed to fill that need for him, even as a club whore. My brother wouldn’t have it, of course. Pagan apparently expected me to be celibate for the rest of my life because I couldn’t see.
