Page 10 of Liam

I’m no longer listening. Why would I when the woman of my dreams has just ridden up on one of the sweetest rides, looking sexy as fuck, dressed in black leather with green trim. That she was wearing O’Shea colours without realising it had me instantly hard, and I wonder if I can persuade her to get our logo painted on her helmet.

My footsteps slow, and I have to bite back a moan as I watch as Sera takes off her helmet, and undoes her plait, tips her head forward and rifles her fingers through the strands before tossing her head back so her hair flows down past her shoulders.

‘Holy fuck, she’s so bloody sexy and has no clue.’

She’s saying something to the woman who’d pulled up next to her as she gets off her bike and puts her helmet on the seat. The woman that Sera’s talking to has short blonde hair. She says something, then tilts her chin at Sera, who whirls around.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and then a smile blooms over her face when she sees me and walks towards me. As soon as she reaches me, I waste no time in laying my mouth on hers; it feels like it’s been days since I saw her, not hours. Not that she demurs or pulls back—no, not my queen; she gives as good as she gets. Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I lift, and she automatically wraps her legs around my waist. It’s only when the wolf whistles and laughter penetrate that I tear my lips from hers, pressing my forehead to hers, I smile, “Missed my queen.”

Throwing her head back, she laughs, “I’ve only been gone two, maybe three hours tops.”

“Three hours too long,” I inform her, letting go of her thighs so she can unwrap her long legs from around me. Still smiling as she steps back but keeps hold of my hand.

“You, sir, are like my own personal catnip,” Sera utters under her breath to me. I’m happy with that. I like that I do to her what she does to me.

I’m drawn from my musings when, in a slightly louder voice, she states, “Let me introduce you to my girls’ squad. Fair warning, they know everything about me. We’ve been in each other’s lives since we were four, which means they know everything about today.”

Shifting my attention to her girls, who are watching us, and while they are smiling, I can see reserve in their gazes. Not that I blame them, they don’t know me from Adam—no pun intended—and here I was staking claim on what I’d come to realise was their unofficial leader.

“So,” Sera continues, waving her hand, “from left to right: the blonde bombshell is Joanna or JoJo Wise; her twin is the one with the short blonde hair, Evelyn or Evie Harrison; our red-haired firecracker is Belinda or Billie Malone; and the gorgeous brunette is Angela or Ange Woods. Ladies, this is Liam O’Shea.”

Stepping forward, I shook each of their hands, “Happy to have you join us.” Turning, I motion towards where Da was waiting with Tommy on the steps and say, “Come meet the head of the O’Sheas, and whatever he says, I’ll apologise for now.”

“Don’t you be filling those lasses’ heads withshitenow, lad. Bring them over so we can say hello and go eat. Tilly’s just called us in.”

As a group, we walk over to where Da is waiting for us. Introducing her girls to him first, and, like always, he was the epitome of charm. And people wondered where Johnny got itfrom; he came about it honestly. When he’d greeted all her girls, only then did I tug Sera forward, “Da, I’d like you to meet Sera Heath.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,iníon,” Da says, kissing her hand. Her red-haired friend Billie coughed slightly at Da’s choice of word. “I can certainly see why Liam’s enamoured by you. This is my nephew Tommy….”

“Tommy ‘Ricochet’ O’Shea,” Sera interrupts, an awed tone in her voice. Holding out her hand to Tommy, she says, “It’s an honour to meet you.”

My eyebrows rose as her girls’ voices rose, “No way.” “It can’t be.” “Holy fuck, we’re in the presence of a legend,” was the last sentence uttered.

‘What the hell?’ I frowned. ‘Tommy had a fan club?’

Tommy chuckled uncomfortably, running a hand down the back of his neck. “It’s good to meet you too,” he replies bashfully, taking hold of Sera’s hand and giving it a shake. “I can guess how you’ve heard of me.”

“You’re a legend,” Sera informs him. “Everyone wondered where you’d disappeared to after you resigned.”

Tommy shrugs, “I travelled a lot after I got out; I’ve only been home since Christmas last year.”

“Understandable,” she nods. “It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. O’Shea. I’m sorry I rudely interrupted you.”

“It’s Colm, lass,” Da waves a hand at her, “and it’s no problem. Perfectly understandable. Come.” And then the sneaky fucker takes her hand from Tommy and tucks it through his arm as he walks her towards the door. “Let’s go and have some supper, then you and your lasses can tell us all about yourselves. I have a feeling that you’ve all lived interesting lives.”

My gaze connects with Tommy’s, and we shake our heads at Da. Motioning a hand towards the door, I invite Sera’s squad, “Follow on behind the old flirt and head towards the kitchen; it’s where everyone else will be.”

Tommy and I bring up the rear, and I can’t help but laugh silently as three of the women throw looks of awe at Tommy. JoJo, the fourth, just rolls her eyes and shakes her head at them, pushing them in front of her. “Get a move on, you three; can’t you see the man’s wedding ring. His wife won’t want you three making goo-goo eyes at her man.”

“I certainly don’t,” Tommy’s tiny wife laughs from the kitchen doorway, “but I totally understand it. I ogle him all the time.”

“I’m so sorry,” Evie says apologetically, “that’s not why we’re looking at him like that. I mean, not that he isn’t handsome because he is… for fuck’s sake,” she sighs and looks up at the ceiling.

“What she’s trying to say is that it’s his shooting skills we’re impressed with, not his looks, although I can see the appeal,” Ange tells Lana matter-of-factly.

Lana’s laughing and Tommy looks like he wants to disappear; I guess he didn’t realise he had a fan club.

JoJo’s shaking her head and rolling her eyes as if she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

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