We made the drive back to the hotel and collected my belongings and then made the drive over to Cork, Ireland. Jameson was a part of the Cork chapter of the Kings of Karnage MC. Where Dublin was a more tourist driven community, Cork was an industrial community packed full of large building and shipping ports. Knox’s father, William, owned a large distribution company and exported construction goods all around the world. However, I would soon find out that it was all just a front for what they were really into.
We pulled up to a large brick building, similar to the clubhouse back in Dublin, but this one was larger and in much better shape. Jameson and I pulled into the wooden gate and Butcher pulled in behind us in an old beat up truck. There was a large concrete yard outside, no one around except a few guys off in the corner working on their bikes, the same kind of fire barrels that I’d seen back in Dublin, and a large barbeque smoker up against the wall. I followed Jameson up the stairs as Butcher helped bring up my luggage.
We made it into the upper story and into a large kitchen. I looked around at the tables, cluttered with empty beer bottles, and cringed, I felt the urge to immediately grab a trash bag and clean. “Gonna stay here for a few days, babe, but if you want we can head over to the cottage.”
“Ok,” I said sheepishly as we passed through a large open room with couches to my left, a pool table, and a large bar taking up the majority of the right wall. We made it into a small bedroom that was quaint, nothing much in there except a bed and a worn down dresser, but as soon as I made it in the door I could smell the faint scent of Jameson’s cologne and it calmed my nerves.
Butcher dropped my bags at the door and made his way back out of the room, leaving Jameson and I staring each other in silence. I swallowed at the lump in my throat, and the storm that was churning in my stomach. When I had made the decision to stay I thought that I’d know what to do next, but as I stood here in front of Jameson, staring at the future that I wanted so badly, I felt lost. I didn’t have a clue what to do next. Was I supposed to get a job, if so how was I going to get back and forth to work? I didn’t have a car. How would I get money or would Jameson just pay for everything? How was I going to become a citizen? I looked over at Jameson and he could see the panic in my eyes.
“You ok?” he asked, reaching out for my hand. I took his and he led me to the bed, sitting down and pulling me down into his arms. I wrapped myself into his strong arms and closed my eyes, praying silently that I’d made the right decision.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t really know what to do with myself.” I let out a deep breath to quell the tears that were threatening once more.
“I’m happy with whatever makes you happy, love.” His voice was reassuring as he pulled me on top of him. “Just wanna have you with me. So if you wanna stay here at the club, we can stay here. If you wanna stay out at the house, we can go there.” His hand reached up toward my face, gently brushing the loose strands of hair away and tucking them behind my ear. “You just let me know whatever is going on in that pretty brain of yours and I’ll do my best to make it happen.” I looked down at him, his emerald eyes were crystal clear and shining as he smiled up at me. His reddish blonde hair was splayed out across the pillow and all I could think of was how beautiful he was.
I smiled down at him and leaned into his hand, “Ok, but right now my brain is thinking about you bending me over the edge of this bed.” I leaned down, planting my lips against his neck and brushing them softly up to his ear. His hands ran up my thighs and toward the button of my pants, I could feel him fondling to free them and then the zipper. Our mouths were crashing together, our tongues intertwining as I took the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head and tossed it onto the floor. His hands skimmed up my torso and cupped my breast, his thumb slipped into the cup and rubbed against my hard nipple igniting the flames that were burning down to my core.