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“Pres.” He dipped his chin before pulling a chairout and sitting down. We finished Church not long after that. In the following months, the two prospects showed us they were worth their weight in gold. We’d held off recruiting because the work we’d be doing was sensitive, but I wanted Blue in Church with us rather than keeping an eye out for potential issues.
I’d called Reaper and asked if he knew of anyone who could help us beef up security around the clubhouse and the property. He’d put me onto Adam O’Shea, who had arrived with his sister-in-law, Sera O’Shea. They’d certainly known what they were doing, but it was Blue’s reaction to her that had us bemused. Until that moment, I hadn’t realised just how badass she was.
We’d completed a walk around of the property and the clubhouse. I had nothing to hide at the moment, so it wasn’t an issue, and if Reaper trusted them, then I knew they’d be okay. I’d had Sterling check them out, but we hadn’t done a deep dive, more interested in what people said about them than anything else. Their reviews were excellent, and with the personal recommendation, I’d been happy to have them in my house. In the course of the walkaround, I’d found out that the Crows and the O’Sheas were partnered in a few nightclubs, and theyhad ties that were forged many years ago. I was interested to find out that the O’Sheas used to run guns but had got out when the oldest brother had been put in prison. They were now legitimate business owners, although I had a feeling they’d still be deadly if needed.
We’d been sitting in the main part of the clubhouse going over everything when Blue had walked in and come to a complete stop as soon as he’d seen us. His loud, “Holy shit,”had our gazes swinging towards him in surprise. It was unlike him to be effusive about anything.
“Holy shit,” he continued, then walked forward, still looking a little stunned. I was wondering what the issue was, but his gaze was trained on Sera O’Shea. Now, she was an attractive lady, but I’d put her in her mid-forties, which was at least fifteen years older than our prospect, who now had his hand held out to her with what I can only describe as a look of awe on his face, “You’re Sera Heath; I can’t believe I get to meet you.”
Sera laughed and stood, shaking his hand, “It’s Sera O’Shea now, but yes, I was a Heath, and you are?”
“Blue, ma’am, I mean, Connor Stone is my government name, but I’m called Blue.” He was still pumping her hand; I’d gone from beingworried he was hitting on what I knew was a married woman to fawning all over her for some reason. Her brother-in-law was looking amused.
“Blue, maybe you want to let the lady’s hand go,” I suggested.
He looked surprised and glanced down, “Oh, of course, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t believe you were sitting here in the clubhouse. Do you know you’re still second on the leaderboard, or at least you were when I left last year?”
“Really,” Sera smirked. “Who’s first?”
“Tommy ‘Ricochet’ O’Shea,” it was like a lightbulb moment for him and me. “Holy shit,” he breathed again. “Are you married to Ricochet?”
Sera laughed, and Adam chuckled. “No,” Sera shook her head, “I’m married to Liam, but Tommy is Liam’s cousin. We all live together in a compound out in Fitheach. Tell me, where were you on the leaderboard?”
“Oh,” Blue said, red tinging his cheeks, “I’m tied at third with Hawk. He’s a distant cousin of mine.”
Sera nodded, “I know Hawk; maybe next month you should join us out at the O’Sheas. We gettogether once a month to practice. You can meet Tommy then.”
It looked like she’d handed him all his Christmases at once if his face was anything to go by when he checked that she was serious. “Seriously?”
His eyes flicked to Adam and then to me. Adam was nodding. “Seriously, you should come. It’s good to keep your eye in, but I have to warn you, it gets competitive.”
“I don’t have a rifle, though,” Blue said, looking crestfallen. Sera and Adam shared a look, and he nodded.
“I’ll set you up,” Sera assured Blue, clapping his shoulder. “Give me your phone, and I’ll give you my number.”
Blue wasted no time in handing over his phone, and once a month, he disappeared and came back like a different person. Some of the stories he came back with made me wonder if I shouldn’t be keeping a closer eye on our allies, though, because some of what he told us was just plain crazy when it came to some of the women.
I’m brought out of my contemplation of the clubhouse and my brothers letting loose whilewaiting to bring the New Year in by a hand running up my thigh towards my dick. Catching hold of it, I turn and look into calculating green eyes. “You look lonely here in the corner, honey,” she whispers, running her tongue over her lips. “I thought you’d like some company.”
“The only company I want is a fuck,” I inform her bluntly. “We fuck and you leave. No clinging, no wanting more. When we’re done, we’re done.”
“We can do that,” she agrees with a smile.
Tossing back the glass of whiskey I’d been sipping, I place it on the bar. Blue immediately whisks it away. Taking the woman by her hand, I tug her down the hall towards an empty bedroom. There’s no way I’m having her in my house.
We walk into the room, and immediately she tries to kiss me. I turn my head away.
“Fucking only or we’re done.” Am I being a dick? Probably, but she’d been warned.
“Jesus, fine,” she mutters.
Turning her, I place her hands on the door and lift her skirt, seeing she’s bare beneath it. I slip a rubber over my dick and shove my cock into her. It doesn’t take much, so either she’snaturally well-lubricated or someone’s primed her already. Usually, I’d take a bit of time, but recently I’d gotten bored with random pussy. I’m not that much of an asshole that I didn’t help her come, slipping my hand around her to find her clit. I work her as I continue to thrust into her until we both come. When I’m done, I grip the condom and pull out, making sure to tie it off and slip it into my pocket. Call me a paranoid fucker, but I never leave my jizz anywhere.
She turns around and looks at me with hopeful eyes. I’d warned her, though, more than once. Opening the door, I wave her through, following on behind her.
“Do you want to get a drink?” she asks. Already, I’m tired of her and wishing I hadn’t bothered.
“No, we both got off. I told you it was a fuck only,” I answer coldly, sitting back down on my stool.
