INK (The Celtic Reapers)
Chapter 12

LYLA

TWO WEEKS LATER

Climbing off the bike, I removed the helmet and stared at the scene before me. I was in awe of where Ink took me.

My mind was racing over everything that had been happening.

For the last two weeks, Ink and I have been inseparable. We spent most of our time together. We have been on quite a few dates, mostly to do with his bike, but I love it.

An arm wraps around me, pulling me to his chest while his head goes to my neck. “Perfect,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my shoulder. He rests there, and I lean back, resting my head on his chest.

My mind goes back over the last two weeks. After Aero asked me to do the books, I started straight away, and it has been non-stop ever since. Max did an awful job of keeping a record of everything. It took me a while to get everything into order, which meant either staying late or taking some of it home with me.

Ink stuck to his word and helped me. I knew he would be doing the other parts of the businesses I didn’t know about; that was why I was working with him, but he helped me organize through Max’s chaos and got it all back on track, even though he was a huge distraction.

Ink often sat with me in the office while I worked, but he would always take a while to get his way with me. Many times, I thought we would get caught, especially when he had me spread wide on the desk with his head between my legs. He loves eating me, but the damn man needs to be muzzled when it comes to making me want him. His filthy words make my core feel like a damn wet machine that floods my panties with ease.

The man was a walking fuck machine when I needed it, but also he knew how to care for me.

There were no words or sightings of Gunner after Aero told us he was taken for a ride, which meant that he was dead or was hiding. No one wants to get on the wrong side of the Celtic Reapers, especially when it comes to Aero when he’s pissed. He is a man to be reckoned with. Gunner was on the wrong side of the law, and even with the club, knowing how our club works, he will never show his face again.

Ink eventually told me everything after a week of me being persistent. I wanted to know everything about him. The man played me like a fool, making me believe he was nice. After word got out about the ride he took, more stories got out after word spread about what he did to that girl. When it got around the club, some cum sluts had their own version of the guy and some of what they said. No one took notice because of some lies they would tell, but some were known for not talking about sexual favors, which were the ones most of the guys went to. It was shocking and even scary. He was a ruthless man who deserved what came to him.

“Princess,” Ink whispered, pulling me from my thoughts. “I know you wanted to go to the beach today, but I wanted to talk to you about something.”

I looked out for a moment but slowly turned to face him. Ink let his arms loosen from my waist and gripped them when I faced him. His face was mere inches from mine. “What do you want to talk about?” I asked softly, praying it was the words I had longed to hear.

Ink stared at me for a moment and placed his hand on my cheek, gently smoothing over a section. “I wanted to ask you something,” he said, looking nervous, unlike him.

I leaned into his hand and smiled. “Ask,” I whispered, turning my head and placing a kiss on his hand. I looked at him.

The corners of his lips curled up into a smile. “I wanted to ask this since the first night,” he murmured, making my heart spike while he continued. “But it was too soon to do it, but last night I was talking with your father and—”

My eyes widened.

Last night, my father and Ink went for a walk for an hour. We were at his house to have food with my father and Maggie. Ink mentioned that he wanted to talk business, so I let them go on their own while Maggie and I cleaned up. I knew it would go over my head if it were about business. I didn’t even think about it.

“Lyla,” he murmured. “Will you be my old lady?”

The corners of my lips curled into a grin, and I flung my arms around him, making him lose his balance slightly while my arms went around his neck. Ink chuckled. “I take that is yes.”

“Yes,” I said, leaning back. “I want to be your old lady.”

I placed my lips on his and kissed him. I was falling in love with this guy, even though part of me was already there. I knew I couldn’t tell him those three words yet, but hearing those five words meant more.

The man held honor when it came to those words. No one could fault him for that. Having someone who has your back in everything is every biker’s dream, but some like to have side pieces, and I know Ink is not like that. His eyes are for me and me alone.

Ink pulls back and grins. “Princess,” he rasped. “I am going to say this once. Get on that damn bike so we can go somewhere, or I have you right here on the cliff tops.”

Clenching my thighs together, hearing those words, there was nothing more than anything. I wanted him to take me right here and right now.

Leaning closer, I moved my hand around his arm and kissed his lips. My hand skimmed over the loose t-shirt under the cut to the hem of his jeans.

A low warning growl rumbled through him. “Don’t do—” he hissed while I popped the button of his jeans open and placed my hand into his jeans. I gripped his cock and stroked while my eyes went to his. “Stop being so serious,” I murmured near his lips. “I want to give my old man a hand job, then he can fuck me against one of those trees.” Motioning toward a section of trees to the side.

“Lyla,” Ink warned.

I ignored him and stroked his length. His cock hardened with every touch. “Or does my old man want me to get on my knees?” I whispered, making him groan. “Fuck, princess.”

A slow grin slipped across my lips when Ink’s grip on my waist tightened. “Knees now,” he grunted while I stroked his cock slowly. “Once I’ve cum in that damn sassy mouth of yours, I am going to show you what this old man can do.”

A moan slipped past my lips when I felt his hand push me to the ground. I get on my knees and look up into his damn eyes, a grin plastered his lips. “Open wide, princess,” he said, pulling out his cock. “I want you sucking me dry.”

Fuck, this man has a way with words. I do as he asked. I sucked his cock dry. His hand grips the back of my hair and holds me in place, sliding his cock down my throat until I gag. He fucks my mouth till I feel his hot seed hit the back of my throat. The grunts and groans fill the air with every thrust.

“Fuck, princess,” Ink moaned, pulling his cock from my mouth. My eyes met his. When he knows he has me, he gives me a knowing look and that famous mischievous grin. “Get up,” he murmured, helping me to my feet. He pulls me to him while I hit his chest hard. His face comes closer. “Let me hear your screams,” he whispered before capturing my lips with his.

Oh fuck, I’m going to hell. Only God knows what this man will make me do.

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