Making Choices (Black Shamrocks MC Book 2)

by Kylie Hillman

  “JJ, this is my mama, Colleen. You can call her Mama C—everyone else does.”

  My answering smile falters when he tells me to call her Mama C. I know all of the men have strange nicknames, but I didn’t know that the women do as well. I don’t know how comfortable I feel calling a woman I barely know “Mama” when I wouldn’t even address my own mother like that.

  “I’ve gotta go sort out Princess and Mad Dog. Can you stay with Mama for a minute?” he asks me, not even waiting for my answer as he strides through the crowd to the now loudly arguing pair.

  “So, JJ, tell me a bit about yourself. How old are you? Are you a Brisbane native? How did you meet my Lucas?” she peppers me with questions, dragging my attention away from Lucas throwing his arm over Maddi’s shoulder and hugging her to him as Mad Dog storms away.

  “Uh, I’m a doctor. Nearly a surgeon, actually. I’m twenty-seven. Born and raised in Brisbane. I met Lucas when I operated on Joel O’Brien after he was shot.” I respond to her questions by rote—the answers technically correct but not quite. I was taught by my parent’s how to answer prying questions without offering additional details a long time ago.

  My eyes keep straying back to Lucas and Maddi as they huddle deep in conversation, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach when I watch him gently wipe away the tears that are running down her cheeks with his thumbs.

  Colleen—calling her Mama C is going to take some time, I think—notices where my attention has wandered, and she gently pats my forearm.

  “Don’t worry about those two. Maddi just moved into his house. She’s going through a very hard time at the moment, and my Lucas is looking after her. He’s a good man.”

  Patting my arm again, she points to the bar. “Would you care for a drink? We have almost everything.”

  I doubt they have the expensive moscato that I usually drink, but I let her lead me over to the bar where she introduces me to the assembled men and women, and gets me a glass of a not-too-bad white wine. All of their names go over my head, except for the large grey-haired man who’s an older version of Lucas. He’s introduced to me as Conan, but Colleen whispers that his actual name is Colin.

  “Colin and Colleen, it must have been meant to be.” I point between Lucas’s parents and laugh after we’ve been talking for a little while.

  His mother gets my joke straight away and giggles.

  She’s had a few more drinks than my three glasses of wine, and I think they’ve gone to her head, if her rosy-red cheeks and shiny eyes are any indication. Lucas’s father, doesn’t find my joke as funny, giving me a half grunt, half chuckle response before he signals for another bottle of beer and walks away without another word.

  “Sweetheart, you need to call him Conan when we’re here. It’s a respect thing. He only answers to Colin when he’s at home with me,” Lucas’s mom chides out of everyone else’s hearing.

  That would explain his abrupt departure, I guess. I’ve accidentally insulted him.

  A woman called Wendy grabs Colleen’s attention, so I’m left standing there awkwardly on my own. Searching the crowd for Lucas, I find him still huddled with Maddi, although they both seem happier now. They’re smiling at each other and laughing.

  My heart skips a beat when she places her hand on his chest and he clasps it to him with both of his.

  What the hell? He brings me to this party and then dumps me with his mother so he can hang with his housemate. My legs have a mind of their own as they carry me over to them.

  Pushing my way between the pair, I wind my arms around Lucas’s waist.

  I’m immediately rewarded for my bold move when he squeezes me to him, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

  “Maddi, you remember JJ?” he asks as he turns me around so that my back presses against his stomach and I’m facing Maddi.

  Searching her face, I’m surprised when I don’t detect any signs of jealousy at my interruption.

  Her eyes are approving, and her grin broad as she welcomes me.

  “It’s awesome that you’ve finally made it to one of our family nights. Everyone’s been dying to officially meet the woman brave enough to take on Timber and his cheesy lines.” Her eyes dance as she watches his response to her dig.

  Lucas reaches over me and flicks her earlobe. Her delighted giggle pisses me off.

  “Personally, I find his lines charming. Don’t I?” I turn in Lucas’s arms, and wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his face down to mine. He comes willingly, responding without hesitation when I dip my tongue between his lips and kiss him with passion. Entwining my tongue with his, I slip my hands into the back pockets of his jeans and pull him against me, kneading his tight ass until he groans in my mouth. Our height difference makes it difficult to maintain our position, and I reflect on how much better Maddi’s much taller frame would fit against his.

  I falter at the thought, pulling away from him, the moment lost for me.

  Lucas refuses to let me go; instead sliding his hands up my sides until they are under my arms. He lifts me into the air, our mouths meeting once more. Our kiss regains its intensity as he settles me on his waist.

  I wrap my legs around him and my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair.

  Pulling his head from mine, he winks at Maddi as he walks past her, and she gives him a thumbs up. The bar erupts in whoops and hollers as Lucas carries me out of the bar and into a brightly lit hallway. I bury my red face in his shoulder as embarrassment overcomes me.

  I can’t believe I behaved like that.

  I guess the old adage that jealousy makes you do stupid things holds true tonight.

  “Fuck, that was hot, Doll,” Lucas declares.

  Pushing a door open, he struts into the vacant room and throws me on the bed.

  I bounce like a rag doll, and he laughs at me.

  When he locks the door behind him, I pull my boots off and take the opportunity to check out the room. It’s clean, but pretty basic—there isn’t much personality stamped over it.

  “Is this your room?” I ask. I hope so, because I’m not keen on fucking him in a bed that everyone else uses.

  “Yeah, this is where I stay if I spend the night. Haven’t spent too much time here lately, though.”

  I begin to ask him if that’s because Maddi now lives with him, but he distracts me by pulling off his T-shirt. His eight-pack never ceases to take my breath away, no matter how many times I see it.

  The man is built like a Greek god—every muscle perfectly defined, and in proportion with his extraordinary height.

  As he unbuttons his jeans I crawl from the bed, coming to stand in front of him. Knocking his hands out of the way, I take over undoing his pants, pulling his jeans and his boxers to his feet, and holding them so he can step out of them.

  “You’re perfection, Lucas,” I whisper as my greedy eyes take in his erect cock and his bulging thighs.

  He grabs my hair, tilting my head back roughly.

  Staring into my eyes for a long minute, he graces me with a sexy smile.

  “Nowhere near as fucking perfect as you are,” he murmurs. “Still fucks with my mind that someone like you lets someone like me fuck her every which way to Sunday, and still comes back for more.”

  My core clenches at his words. The man has a crude way of speaking, but I adore it.

  “Well, big boy, how are we doing it tonight?” I ponder aloud as I fist his huge erection with both of my hands, working him up and down with a leisurely pace.

  He hisses at my caress, his hips bucking when I squeeze him.

  I’ve found over the last few weeks that Lucas likes a tinge of pain with his sex, just like I do. Taking him into one hand, I rake his balls with my fingernails, and delight in the feeling of them tightening under my touch.

  “Do it again,” he demands, screwing his eyes shut as he shudders.

  I rake him again, harder, and he groans.

  Scratching my nails down his chest, I leave red tracks on his
flesh. The charming groan my move elicits makes me clench my thighs together, the throbbing at my core distractingly good.

  Pumping him with my hand, I wait until he’s moving freely in time with my rhythm before I let go of his shaft and take a step back.

  His eyes fly open, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ in surprise as he registers the loss of my touch.

  Walking over to the iPod dock sitting on the dresser, I search through his playlist until I find a song that’ll be perfect for what I have in mind.

  It’s not something that I expected to find on his iPod, but it’ll do for tonight.

  “Buttons” by the Pussycat Dolls starts playing as I step up onto the bed. Lucas looks at me with wide, questioning eyes, but quickly works out what I’m up to when I start swinging my hips in time with the beat. Unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time as I move, his eyes light up when my half-cup bra comes into view. I’m not exactly well endowed in this area, but Lucas has never seemed unsatisfied with what I have.

  Tonight is no exception.

  Pulling my long hair over my shoulders so it covers my breasts, I begin unclasping my bra as I maintain the slow swing of my hips to the music. Once I have it undone, I pull it off, leaving my hair in front of my tits so they’re still hidden from his view as I flick my bra at him.

  He catches it easily, and hangs it off of his jutting erection.

  I burst into laughter and lose the tempo.

  Grinning at me, he twirls his finger in the air, signalling me to get moving again.

  Turning my back to him, I regroup and pick up the beat again as I unsnap my pants and shimmy them down my hips. My ass is my favorite part of my body. It’s pert, round, and the perfect size for my height. Wiggling it at him, I hear his sharp intake of breath as I bend over and begin to lower my thong. I’m not sure where the confidence comes from, but once my thong reaches my ankles, I spread my legs and lower my head so I can look at him between my thighs.

  Lucas is standing behind me, close enough to reach out and touch me, with his powerful legs spread wide, and his cock in his hand. His eyes are glued to my pussy as he runs his hand up and down his straining length.

  I watch as he squeezes the head savagely each time his hand rises to the top of his impressive cock.

  The desire that’s evident in his eyes as he looks at me spurs me on. Feeling brave, I run my fingers up the inside of my thighs until they touch the outer lips of my throbbing pussy. The loud hiss that erupts from him makes me smile, and I rub myself again before pushing one finger into my core. My eyes flutter closed as I slide another finger inside.

  “Fuck yeah, Doll. Fuck that greedy, little pussy for me.” His voice rumbles closer than expected, and I look back down. His handsome face is right between my legs, his eyes alight as he watches me work my fingers in and out.

  The music has finished. I didn’t think to set it to repeat.

  The only sound in the room is our erratic breathing and the occasional moan that escapes my lips as I pleasure myself.

  My clit is throbbing so I press my free fingers against it, sending a sharp bolt of desire down my thighs, making my pussy clench around my fingers.

  “Oh, Lucas. This feels so good.”

  Working myself until my legs are shaking too much to stand for much longer, I’m about ready to collapse onto the mattress below me when I feel Lucas’s hands on my hips. Throwing me forward and bending me until I’m on all fours, he pulls me back to him, impaling me on his tongue. He fucks me as he works my clit with his fingers, I can feel myself tightening around his tongue ready to be tipped over the edge. He pulls his face away, denying me the release I was on the cusp of reaching.

  “Lucas—” I groan, “Don’t stop.”

  Rolling on to his back on the bed, he shimmies underneath me, and pulls me down on his face. Licking my clit with long strokes, he penetrates me with two fingers, working them in and out of my pulsing pussy in time with his talented tongue. My arousal peaks, and as I finally come, he slips a finger into my ass. Fucking me in both orifices with his thick fingers, he sucks my clit with an insatiable intensity that tells me that he’s enjoying this as much as I am. My pussy clenches painfully as he wrenches every last drop of my orgasm out of me.

  “Oh my God, Timber,” I scream as I ride the waves of my climax.

  Falling to the bed, I sit heavily on his face, and rest my hands on the bed above his head as the aftershocks roll over me. I’m overwrought, unable to hold my own weight.

  “Timber, you kill me. That was amazing!” I moan as I ride the final sparks of my climax. I’ve found that I call him Timber as I come, even though I call him Lucas the rest of the time. I don’t know why, but it’s what falls from my mouth—much to his delight.

  “Timber—it’s what they yell when he goes down,” Lucas deadpans.

  I cover my face with both of my hands, laughter bubbling from my chest.

  “Shut up, you idiot.” I giggle, climbing off him.

  “Where are you going?” he grumbles, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me to him.

  Bending me until I’m on all fours again, I scream loud enough to hurt my own ears, when he pushes his hard cock all the way into my satiated pussy with one, long stroke.

  He feels too good.

  Without giving me an opportunity to regain my bearings, he fucks me with dedicated intent. After two orgasms, it’s nearly painful for me when my arousal heightens, and another approaches. The feeling of my body stretching around him as he slides in and out of my slickness, pushes me over the edge, and I clamp down on him. He stays still, as I ride my latest orgasm, giving my clit an occasional slap to set me off again, each time my climax begins to die down.

  When I’m finished, he pulls almost all the way out.

  I whimper at his withdrawal. He wraps his hands around my hips, nearly spanning them, and pulls me backward as he thrusts home.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  “That’s it. Take it all.” His voice is strained as he moves with calculated precision within me. My entire body’s a ball of borderline orgasmic sensation that only increases as he picks up his pace.

  Incoherent mumbling and the odd whimper that sounds almost like his name, is all the sound that escapes me as Lucas uses my body for his own gratification. My arms are shaking, as are my thighs, as yet another climax begins to peak.

  Lucas curls his body over mine, wrapping his hand in my hair. Gripping it, he pulls my head back and drives himself into me with a superhuman speed that pushes my tangled nerves over the edge. The release I’ve been chasing finally hits when he lets go of my hips and grinds his fingers against my clit.

  Wave after wave, my climax rushes over me, my blood roaring in my ears.

  “Fuck, Timber. It’s too much,” I whimper.

  I barely register Lucas finding his release and collapsing over me. His added weight sends me to the mattress. Being the gentleman that he is, he scoops me into his arms and rolls us onto the bed together.

  Cradling me to his chest, I listen to his heart racing next to my head as he fights to regain his breath. I feel as if I’m floating, totally blissed out and relaxed. I stay that way until I feel his softening cock slip from me and I become aware of the unusual wetness left behind.

  “Damn it, Lucas.” I roll away from him and to my feet as I look for something to clean up with. “You just fucked me without a condom. How could you be so stupid?”

  Spying a door that I hope leads to an ensuite, I duck through it.

  After cleaning myself up, I steel myself to walk back into the room and tear strips off him. My mission is aborted when he opens the door and walks in, throwing a used condom in the bin next to the basin.

  “It broke, JJ. I’m not a fucking idiot,” he states before he turns and walks out, slamming the door shut behind him. I hear the door leading to the hallway slam shut moments later.

  Once again, I’m left looking like a bitch and owing him an apolog
y.

  It’s becoming a habit of mine.

  JJ

  Present Day

  Maddi shifts on the bed, rousing me from my thoughts about the night Lucas introduced me to his Club. I’m ashamed of how my stupid assumption and nasty mouth ruined one of the best fucks of my life. I’d swept it under the carpet at the time with an apology that he’d graciously accepted, but I can’t shake the residual chagrin that surfaces when I think about my behavior that night.

  Looking back now, I can see that it’s the night that my feelings for him began to grow into what they are now.

  As hard as I’ve tried to fight it, I have to be honest enough with myself to admit that I do want to pursue a relationship with him, even if I’m currently stuck in the middle of his Club’s drama. It’s a matter of choosing whether I want it enough to go for it in spite of the fallout it will bring, or if it’s better to continue with the current status quo and let Lucas go.

  “Can we call a freaking truce for five minutes?” Maddi asks with a soft voice.

  I pretend that I didn’t hear her, keeping my head down, and my body covered by the musty blanket. I’m still smarting from her previous statements about my intelligence, and her assertion that I’m only using Lucas for his cock.

  It might look like that from the outside, but that doesn’t make it the whole truth.

  I’ll never tell her this, but I’ll be heeding her push to find out about his past relationships. Her words have dealt a deadly blow to my view of myself, and I’m beginning to realize that I’ve been unfair to Lucas.

  Breathtakingly unfair.

  Too selfish and self-absorbed to contemplate that he might have a past he needs to deal with.

  “Look, I’ve been thinking, and I think I can get you out of here,” Maddi snaps.

  Pushing herself into a sitting position, she rips the blanket from me, extricating me from my cocoon and forcing me to look at her. “But I won’t do it if you don’t promise to help me.”

  Narrowing my eyes at her, my lip curls with distaste.

  She’s just decided now that she can get me out of here?