I wanted to tell Mickey that it was too much and that we wouldn't accept all of his generosity, but seeing the look on Talon’s face, I couldn't do that. Instead, I thanked him and took a minute and excused myself to the bathroom. I told myself to get a grip. My heart pounded as I stared at my reflection in the tiny bathroom mirror. I looked rattled. I felt shaken. There was an ease with Mickey, but it was all too much.

I was damaged.

My life was too messed up. I was attracted to him. And it wasn’t only that. He genuinely seemed to be a good man, and that was scary too. I felt myself wanting to take that leap with him, but I knew the chances of me having to run again were pretty big. All it would take would be for one biker to know who I was, and report back to Drake my whereabouts.

Mickey made me tremble, because he was a promise of the life I’d always envisioned for myself, but could never have. Having his kindness felt more like a tease being thrown in my face. I splashed water on my face and tried to collect myself then used the hand towel to dry off. I came out of the bathroom and was greeted by Maura,  who had joined the fun. God, seeing her, I was so embarrassed.

“Hey, Marie,” Maura called. and she held a bag from Bed Bath and Beyond in her hand. She was in the small bedroom with Talon, and they were setting the bag down and began to go through it. This happened quickly seeing as Talon was rapidly oohing and aahing at the bedding.

“Ye okay?” Mickey whispered into my ear, making me jump.

I shrugged, “Mickey, this is too much! All of it. I won’t ask you to take it back, because that was the most genuine smile I’ve seen on her face in a long time, but you should’ve checked with me.”

“I wanted to surprise ye.”

I laughed nervously, “Well, I’m surprised.”

“Oh, don't think I forgot about you, Marie,” Maura exclaimed throwing a Bed-in-a-Bag at me.

“I can’t. It’s too much. I appreciate you doing this for Talon, but really,” I attempted to hand it back to Maura, who was exceptionally beautiful in her dark studded jeans and Blondie T-shirt that hung off one shoulder. Her long dark hair was slightly curly and tied back in a ponytail.

“Call it a housewarming gift. You’re new here, and every woman should have a nice place to lay her head at night.”

I was embarrassed by her generosity. I didn't want to be a charity case but any more noise from me would only draw more attention, so I quietly thanked her, then went to my new room and opened the Bed-in-a-Bag. I noticed that the price tags were blacked out with a marker. I sighed, wondering how Mickey pulled all of this off so quickly. I had my back to the door and was sitting on the new queen-sized mattress wiping away a stray tear feeling sorry for myself instead of grateful, when Mickey gave a small knock on the opened doorway.

“Ye want a beer?”

I nodded. Mickey sat down next to me. He didn't say anything; just sat down, handed me a beer and was there for me. I stopped my pity party feeling stronger by his presence. Minutes passed, and he got up, kissed my forehead and saw Zeke, Maura and himself out.

***

IT WAS A SATURDAY NIGHT weeks since Mickey and Maura had given us new bedrooms and the bar was packed tonight. Mickey had been continuously coming around, and I had been relentlessly keeping him away.

He was everything I wanted, yet knew I shouldn't have. Mickey was kind in a way I didn't know a man could be. He was teaching me that men, even when they were hard, could be soft. All of it was wonderful, but all of it, I was avoiding.

He’d been in Benny’s more times than I could count. Sometimes, twice in one day. I made small talk with him, but was careful not to give him more.

Last night, we were busy at the bar. Mickey tried to talk to me several times, and to avoid him, I flirted with a straight-laced guy that I had absolutely no interest in. It was stupid. I was trying to show Mickey I wasn't interested in him. Two things happened. First, Mickey said something to the guy, that I couldn't hear, but it had the guy throwing a tip on the bar and quickly leaving. The second was Mickey shot me a not so great look, then left the bar.

Now, he was back. A ton of his biker buddies were with him, and this had me on edge. There were a few guys that wore a different vest, letting me know they had friends from another club in town. All it would take was for one of them to know me. I reminded myself of this constantly.

My nerves were fried. I did my best to haul ass. Jack was tending bar. and Evelyn, Veronica, and I were doing our best to wait tables – which wasn't all that easy, seeing as it was jam-packed. A band was playing Nineties covers. People were dancing, and more than one scantily dressed twenty-something was trying to get a piece of these bikers.

Mickey hadn’t paid me much mind tonight, and I thought that I had finally pushed him away last night and the reason I thought this, wasn't that he acted like he didn't know me, it was because of the tiny blonde who was all over him. I watched as his hand gripped her hip I realized that if I didn't do something, he would be buried inside of her tonight. That thought made me throw all of my other concerns out the window.

I didn’t know what had come over me. I was in a state. I was serving beers, slamming them down in front of his brothers. I didn't care. I became more and more furious as the little blonde’s flirtations began to turn physical. She was rubbing her tits against him, and I had had enough. That’s it! I could only take so much. He was there across from me with a woman sitting practically on his lap, and I felt a possessiveness I’d never known.

I had been fighting being a woman and having feelings because of my past. I’d felt like I was destined to live in my hell. I, somehow, convinced myself that I didn't deserve happiness. But fuck it. If I didn't, then neither did blondie.

She wrapped her arm around his neck and peppered tiny kisses along his jaw. I wanted to break every single one of her artificial nails that dared to touch him. I wanted to rip her hair out. I felt venomous. Looking at him, I felt even more rage. I mean, how much more could I take?

Hell no.

She was not going to touch him. Not Mickey. Not for a second longer. Fuck it all. Fuck my insecurities and my feelings of inadequacy. I was no longer going to let that dictate what I could have. If I didn't do anything, then she'd have him. I wasn't okay with that. I set the beer that I was supposed to be delivering down on the high standing table.

Fuck this.

Fuck her.

Fuck him for letting her touch him.

I marched through the crowd with a ferocity, as if my tiny five foot three frame was anything for them to be afraid of, but I didn't care.

“Leave,” I demanded.

Mickey took a swig of his beer, while the leggy blonde seemed to ignore me.

He looked at me with a question in his eyes, like what was I going to do if she didn't get up?

I couldn't stand it a moment longer. I spoke up making sure my voice was heard. “I said, leave. Now.”

She removed her mouth from Mickey’s jaw. “Mickey, who is she?” She whined, the shrill of her voice made me want to go ballistic.

His name shouldn’t be leaving her lips. “Mickey, if she doesn't get off of you right now, I will make her boney ass move. Do you hear me?”

“I hear ye lass, bout time ye finally spoke up.” He took his eyes from me. I hated him looking at her.

“Fifi.” Just her name on his lips made me want to rip “Fifi” in two. I felt my heart rate increase. “This is the one.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and I watched as she peeled herself away from him. When she stood, her legs looked even longer in her black leather mini skirt. “Mickey’s one of the good ones,” she said as a warning before she moved into the crowd of people.

I stared at Mickey. My chest rose and fell with every breath of air I took. I felt savage. My jealousy consumed me.

“Breathe,” he whispered, or maybe it wasn't a whisper, but in the loud room, his voice felt barely audible. I watched, without a handle on my emotions as Mickey stood, then grabbed my hand not letting me stew in my hostility another moment. “Come wit me.”

“Jack, I’m taking her.” I watched Jack give Mickey an annoyed look then a subtle tilt of his chin. Jack wouldn’t argue with Mickey.

“I need this job. I can’t leave,” I said as I followed Mickey outside. I shouldn’t have been out there. I should’ve been inside finishing my shift. I should’ve done something, but my fury was about to blow.

He led me to his SUV; there was a light rain that made for lousy riding conditions. “Get in. Jack will deal, don’t worry about him. He’ll charge yer purse to my account tonight, and tomorrow you’ll make good.” He practically ordered me in his car, and had I been paying attention, I would’ve noticed the matching rise and fall of his chest.

I listened, and did it without any argument. We needed to have words. I didn't even remember getting into his car. The ride went fast, and before I knew it, we were pulling up in front of Mickey’s cottage.

He parked.

I followed.

His boots hit the gravel drive, fast and hard, with my hand in his practically dragging me behind him. Once inside, Mickey turned on me and fast, pinning me against the wall. It didn't feel like the way Drake would pin me. I could move, but he was in my space.

“What is it, Marie? What made ye want to go postal on her, huh? Tell me!”

Yeah, well, I had some demands too. “You know why. Why would you let her put her hands on you?”

“No, I don’t know why. Need ye to spell it out for me.” He was close, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. “Why?” he demanded again.

“Because the thought of seeing you with anyone else makes me insane.”

“Why?” his voice was stronger, almost angry daring me to answer.

I didn’t answer, too afraid of my own words.

“Why?” he stared at me.

“Why?” he asked even more aggressively.

And then, I snapped. “Fine, because you’re the kindest, most gentle biker I’ve met.”

“I’ve killed, Marie,” he interrupted me making sure I knew exactly who he was.

“Yes, but you’d never hurt a woman.”

“No, I wouldn’t. Why else?”

“Because.”

“That’s not enough.”

I snapped. “You want it? You want all of it? Here it is. Practically since the day I was born, I was being taught what men could be like. Then, I married a man that confirmed everything I ever thought. He solidified everything bad that I’d been through as a kid and I married him anyway. Had his baby. But you? You come in and give me patience; never taking. You, with your sexy as hell Irish accent. The way you talk about your daughter. The way women look to you like you’re this savior. From the moment I met you, you’ve been teaching me that there’s another way. That you’re not the same. I’ve been fighting this thing with you. Been holding myself close. Hell, I've been holding myself close for as long as I can remember, but when you’re around, you make it okay to breathe, make it okay to be free and let go, and God knows I’m sick of holding back when I’m with you.

“So yeah, I couldn't stand to let a woman touch you for another second, because I want you. I want how you make me feel, and dammit all to hell; I don't want to feel like I can only be half the woman I am. I know, I let you in, you’ll make it safe for me to be all the woman I am. I need you. I need you so much, and I can't fight this pull anymore.”

Mickey’s forehead pressed to mine. He closed his eyes as if savoring my words. Finally, after a few long, intense moments, he opened his eyes. “Been waiting for ye, Marie. Not the idea of ye. But you. Didn't even realize I was waiting, till my eyes landed on ye and I knew I needed ye. But I also knew I needed to wait. Ye needed to be ready. Tell me, Marie, are ye ready now?”

He needed me. Oh, my! He’d been waiting for me.

“Mickey,” I all but panted his name; and for him, it was enough.

His lips, ever so slowly, pressed against mine. I was eager, but his gentleness in this intense moment was another way he built my trust. He nipped my lip and pulled on it outward with his teeth. His tongue darted out and licked along the rim of my mouth. Once he had thoroughly explored my lips, he pressed in further. His body was flush with mine. His beard was trimmed close to his face tonight and tickled my skin. His eyes, so crystal blue, stared into my green ones. My nipples were hardened peaks. I wanted to rid him of his damn leather so that I could feel them against him. His hand moved to my hair, and he pulled the ponytail tie from my hair, letting my red hair spring free. His other hand gripped my thigh, hoisting it upward, so that all that was Mickey was pressed against my core.

God, he felt big.

“Mickey,” I breathed, divesting him of his leather.

He pulled his lips from mine and stared at me. “Yer fecking beautiful. I’m going to feck ye. Then I’m going to lick ye. Then, I’m going to lay ye down and love ye.”

I blinked at him. I wanted that. I wanted all of that. So, I said the word I thought he’d been waiting for. “Yes.”

My chest rose and fell as I breathed the simple answer out. His eyes dilated so much, they nearly looked black.

“Turn around, Marie. Want yer ass to me, palms against the wall.” I whipped off my shirt. My breasts were always sensitive, and I made it a point to make it known to him that I needed attention there.

He sucked in a breath, “Most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Get rid of the bra, too.” I did that as well, and touched my nipples with my thumbs. A bolt of pleasure shot through to my core. He matched my movements and tore off his shirt.

My God, he was perfection. Tattoos covered his chest. It was broad and built, but not overly so. He had a six-pack that I couldn’t wait to run my tongue over. His daughter’s name was tattooed over his heart. I didn’t get much more time to examine the beautiful specimen of a man that was Mickey because he gently moved my hips and turned me around towards the wall. My palms went up against the wall. Mickey moved my hair to the side and kissed my neck. His hands roamed to the front of me where he carefully tugged and pulled at my nipples, eliciting a moan from me.

“My girl likes her titties touched.” His tongue trailed down my back, and his hands moved away from my breasts and down to my shorts that he snapped open, and dragged down, along with my panties. He left them on my thighs trapping my legs in place.

“Ye good?” he asked, and I swore I heard more of his clothes hit the ground.

“Mmhmm,” I whimpered and then whimpered again as I felt his finger slide between my folds.

“Christ, yer wet.” I hadn’t remembered the last time I was wet. I quickly shook away any thoughts of my past. I was here. I needed to remain here in the present.

His body pressed against mine again. “I’ve wanted ye for so long,” Mickey said into my ear as one hand stroked my nipple, and the other gently fingered me. His body was flush with mine, and I could feel myself building, but I needed more.

“Mickey, I need more.” I wanted to have him inside of me. He gently bit my shoulder then pulled away from me a little. I felt another finger enter me, then they both left me, and entered me again. I felt his thumb slowly begin to stroke over my asshole massaging the sensitive bud. His hand on my nipple moved from my breast tweaking it one last time then moved to my clit. Two fingers slowly circled my clit, while two fingers pumped in and out of me all while a third finger massaged my backside. I was putty. I was in bliss. He worked me up. When I came, I did it hard and fast. It was like an explosion that came out of nowhere.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Now, yer ready for me.”

I heard a wrapper. His fingers moved from inside of me. His hand on my clit moved and stroked my breast then moved to my hand clasping it with his. He guided his dick to my entrance and slid it back and forth. I nudged my ass backward letting him know what I wanted then he was pushing inside of me.

“Fuck,” I screamed out, feeling the fullness of him, his weight against my back as he became fully seated and the perfect way he seemed to fill me. “Yes,” I called out again.

He paused. “God damn, yer so beautiful. Wish ye could see the way ye cunt just swallowed my cock. Feels so good.”

He laced his other hand with mine holding me in place, gently bit my shoulder and began fucking my brains out. I’d never been fucked so hard, yet held so intimately at the same time. It was a contradiction of lust and passion that had all of my wires firing in different directions.

My second orgasm tore through me, much the way the first one did, but this one seemed to stopped. As Mickey’s pounding intensified, and began to empty himself inside of me, my orgasm seemed to start back up again. I screamed out his name. I was beyond lost. I didn't realize Mickey was gently biting into my shoulder, and as I came down, he gently released me, popping himself free.

“Fecking brilliant,” he murmured bending low, freeing my feet from my tennis shoes and the shorts that were trapping me in place.

***

Mickey

I TORE OFF MY CONDOM, dropped to my knees and planted my face between her legs. I lapped at her from behind, licking every ounce of cum that dripped from her sweet pussy. She was by far the best lover I’d had. Maybe it was the way she responded to my touch or did exactly like I asked. Or perhaps it was the way she took my cock, all of it greedily. Or the way she came, again and again.

I vowed to myself to pull at least two more orgasms out of her. The way her body reacted, I knew I could do it. I noticed a slight tremble in her thighs, so I stood and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. I placed her on my bed and knelt between her legs.

She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. Her unruly red hair fanned out over my pillow. Her voluptuous breasts were hardened with arousal. I always thought I was an arse man, not that her tight little arse was anything to frown at, but these tits were a bloody masterpiece.

I watched her for a moment in the moonlight of my room. I memorized every detail. She had a few silver scars that I just knew were from her ex. She also had a few small, silver stretch marks that I surmised were from Talon. These didn't detract from her beauty. They just showed me how strong she was.

I stroked my cock a few times while looking at her. She was just too goddamn sexy not to. Her eyes darkened. “Mickey, holy shit. You’re pierced.”

I grinned as I ran my palm over the barbell piercing the crown of my dick.

“And you’re huge. I can’t believe that even fit in me.” She chuckled, and it was the sweetest sound. She wasn’t bashful or holding herself close as she often did; no, she was a damn vixen.

I kneeled on the bed, spread her legs then began to kiss up her thigh. I drug my fingernails up the inside of her other thigh. I reached her core and licked her clit making her moan out. She grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and made my eyes meet hers.

“If you’re going to eat me, I want your dick in my mouth.”

Feck me, that was hot.

“You want to get on top?” I asked swirling my thumb over her clit in soft, slow circles. “No, Mickey. I want you to get on top, and I want you to fuck my mouth like you fucked my pussy.”

This was hot as hell, but I wasn't sure it was going to work. “My size?” I asked because I didn't want to hurt her.

“You’ll take care of me.” She said this with so much trust that my balls tightened just thinking about what she was giving me. I grabbed her legs and pulled her halfway down the bed then I moved on my knees so that I was on top of her. My face was to her glistening pussy, and I couldn’t wait to get another taste, but I wanted to let her get a feel for my cock first. The head of my cock brushed against her lips, and her tongue darted out and licked it, swirling around the barbell.

“Fuck my mouth, Mickey.” She arched her neck forward, opened her mouth, and took my cock deep into her throat.

“Fecking hell,” I murmured, needing to get a grip before I sucked on her clit. I pumped my hips and gave her air every few seconds.

“Ye good?” I asked her as I sprung free from her.

“More,” she begged as her nails dug into my hip. I sunk deep into her throat, and she held her mouth there.

My God, didn't she have a gag reflex?

I moved my fingers deep into her pussy while I sucked on her clit and she gave me a light tap to let me know she needed a breath.

She was perfection.

I popped free, and I could feel her pussy’s tight throb.

“One more time. I’m going to come Mickey. Fuck me deep and hard. I want to taste you.”

“Marie,” I growled into her clit, pushing two fingers deep inside of her while driving my dick deep into her throat. She whimpered, and her pussy began to clench around my fingers. Her hand grabbed my balls and began to lightly squeeze while she bobbed her head up and down, riding out the orgasm.

My balls tightened, my back arched like never before, and I was coming with a ferocity I’d never had. I attempted to pop free. There was no way she could take it all, but she moved her head forward not wanting me to be released yet. She sucked me until every last ounce of cum was gone and even as my dick began to slide out, she licked the sides of it lapping off any last bit.

I rolled to my side, flipped her and held her close so that she was facing me. My dick was still hard, because she was that fecking hot.

“Marie,” I sighed into her hair. “That was incredible. Are ye okay?” Her lips looked swollen, and it looked as if a few tears had leaked from her eyes.

“I liked that,” she said suddenly shyer than a moment before. “You were pretty incredible too, Mickey.”

“Nah, that was all ye. I think ye would’ve gotten off even if my mouth wasn't dere. Never had it so good or seen a woman get off on my cock like that. Christ.” I brushed the hair away from her face, “Ye thirsty?”

“Only for that third promise,” she reached for me and began to slowly stroke my dick.

“I wouldn't want to go back on my word now would I? Yer right, now it’s time to love ye.”

And love her I did. We kissed each other slowly. I stroked her like she was fragile even though I knew she was far from it, and by the time I entered her, my lips had been on every inch of her body. I took my time.

Everything else we’d done that night had been a rush of pent-up sexual hunger, but this time was more. It was her letting me love her, and I knew before my eyes drifted off to sleep, that I’d do anything I could to have this for the rest of my life.