CHAPTER 11
SERA
Halloween had been a blast. I’d not had so much fun in years. Halloween weekend was a distant memory as we’d started work the following Monday, and when I say work, we’d hit the ground running. I’d met with Adam’s crew and assessed what they knew and what we needed to teach them. Adam had explained that they were his core group and they’d all grown up together. He trusted them implicitly, and as they were no longer needed on close protection or as bouncers unless they needed an emergency fill-in, their sole focus would be the installation side of the business.
They were great guys who didn’t seem to mind having a woman boss or working with my girls. We’d started at the top of Adam’s list, which was surprisingly a free job. He’d explained that it was a single mother with an abusive ex, and while the police were aware of the situation, he’d offered her a free security system that was linked not only to his phone but also to all of his guys. It was then that I knew I’d made the right choice.
JoJo had made an offer on the flats, and they’d be moving in within the next week or so. I can’t say that I wouldn’t miss having my girls on the same property as me, but at least we’d all be in the same town. By the time they were ready to move on, Colin, Jimmy, Lou, and Lee would be more than ready to take over.
With both the clubs now wired up, we’d each taken a turn at watching the cameras to see if we could figure out where the clubs were losing money. So far, none of us had seen anything suspicious. Tonight was my turn; not that I was complaining about it, as I got to spend time with the man who was slowly becoming the most important person in my world. It was hard to believe that nearly a month ago, I felt like my whole world had fallen apart, and it had me making decisions I’d never have thought to make in a million years. I mean, moving away from the area I’d been born and brought up in to move hundreds of miles away, becoming a partner in a company, and finding a whole new family. If someone had told me this would be my life three months ago, I’d have told them they were as nutty as a fruit loop. Added to that, my girls picked up and moved with me, which had me feeling very loved. And that they’d each lined up jobs was something we were all feeling grateful for. Ange and Evie were starting at the hospital where Rea worked with the ambulance service in the New Year.
Billie was going to start working at the garage that she’d used to outfit the van for us. Jimmy’s family owned it, and they’d been impressed enough to offer Billie a job the same week. JoJo was happy to help in the office. I was fucking grateful because I sucked at admin work. I thought Adam was going to kiss her when she’d volunteered to help out when Tilly went on maternity leave. I knew it meant a lot to Tilly that she offered. The O’Sheas certainly knew how to make you feel loved and wanted within their family. My attention was snagged from the monitor when my phone started to ring.
Grimacing, I pressed ignore. Pity not all families were like the O’Sheas. My brother, Simon, had been blowing up my phone for the last week. I didn’t have it in me to speak to him, not after the shit he pulled.
I’d no sooner ignored the call than Liam walked through his office door with a couple of drinks in his hands. Stopping at my desk, he put one of them next to me.
“Your brother again, mo ghrá ?” Liam asks, bending his head to press a kiss to my lips.
“Yeah,” I whisper against his as he slightly lifts his head. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull his head back down to mine for a deeper kiss.
My phone rang again. Grumbling at the interruption, Liam stood back up. “You may as well answer him and find out what he wants. At least that way you can tell him to fuck off.”
Laughing at his grumbling, I press ignore again and stand up. Turning Liam towards my chair, I push him to sit before I make myself comfortable on his lap. I’d never thought I’d be one of those women who loved to sit on her man’s lap, but I’d fast become addicted to it. The man was comfy as fuck.
Liam chuckles at my manoeuvring but doesn’t make any complaint. He likes having me close just as much as I do. We’d no sooner settled in to keep watch on the monitors, and I’d picked up my ice-cold Coke than my phone rang again.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, stabbing at the answer button, then the speaker. “What do you want?” I snap into the phone.
“Sera, it’s me,” Simon answers.
“I know it’s you, dickhead. What do you want?” I return. Liam, hearing the anger and frustration in my voice, runs his hand up and down my back.
“You’re still angry,” Simon states.
I think about his statement; I had been angry when I’d first found out, but I’d got over the anger. What I was feeling now was hurt and disappointment. After the last weeks with the O’Sheas, I realised how much Simon had hurt me. Family wasn’t meant to stab you in the back like he had.
“Se?”
Inhaling a deep breath, I exhale slowly as Liam runs his fingers up my neck, massaging the tension that had sprung up as soon as I’d answered the phone.
“I’m not angry, Simon. I’m hurt and disappointed that you would backstab your own sister the way you did.”
“I never thought that you’d leave,” he admits.
“Why on earth would I not leave? You stole my company from under me, Si. Why would I stay?”
“I thought we’d run it together,” he admits.
“No, let’s be honest. You thought I’d do all the work, and you’d reap all the rewards. It’s harder than you thought, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is,” he agrees, then continues, “so when are you coming home?”
“I am home,” I tell him, turning to look at Liam, whose eyes soften when they meet my gaze, his lips tilting up slightly at the corners at my words.
“What are you talking about?” Simon demands. “I have people wanting you to do their installs and won’t have any of the other installers fit them. I’ve told them you’re away but will do them as soon as you’re back. Stop sulking and come home.”
Liam stiffens at the tone of Simon’s voice, and before I can say anything, he erupts. It was then that I realise that while he may have been a second-in-command and that he didn’t enjoy being in charge, the man was all alpha when he needed to be. And oh, my lord, the way his accent thickened just hit all my buttons.
“Listen here, you fucking gobshite. You shut your narky hole and listen to me when I tell you that this is the last time you speak to your sister in that tone.
“Not only did you do her dirty and steal her company from her, but now you think you can talk to her like she’s the dirt beneath your shoe. That’s not happening, do you understand me?”
There was dead silence from the other side of the phone, then Simon decided to open his mouth again, demanding, “And just who the fuck are you, telling me how I can speak to my sister?”
“Who the fuck am I, you little fuckhead? I’ll tell you who the fuck I am. I’m Sera’s man. And I’d better not hear that tone in your voice again. You keep a civil tongue in your head when you speak to her. If you don’t, me and mine will come up there, and I’ll cut it out myself. You get me, boyo?”
“Fuck you, man,” Simon shouts before ending the call.
Liam was still fuming, but me, oh my lord, my panties were wet, and I was ready to ride the man like there was no tomorrow. I was a strong, independent woman, but the way he’d handled that was hot as fuck. Not giving it another second of thought, I stand up, toe my shoes off, and push my jeans and panties down my legs.
“Get your cock out, Liam, I’m about to ride the fuck out of you,” I all but growl, reaching for the button on his jeans.
The tension disappeared from his face as he started to chuckle, his hands joining mine as we both worked at his jeans until they were around his knees, his cock hard and ready. Reaching for his shirt, I pulled it up and off his shoulders, licking my lips as I gazed at his cock. Dropping to my knees, I rested my hands on his thick, muscular thighs and lowered my head to lick around the head of his cock before sucking the tip into my mouth. Moaning at the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum that had beaded at the top of his cock and coated my lips. Licking them clean, I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a hard stroke before lowering my head again and taking him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, mo bhanríon,” Liam hisses as I lift my mouth from him and then suck him deep again as he tilts his hips up with a grunt.
His fingers threaded through my hair on either side of my face, lifting my eyes to his, I hummed slightly around his thickness. His face flushed slightly as he jerked in my mouth. Cupping his balls with my palms, I pulled on them gently and was rewarded by another guttural moan as I took him deep one last time before removing my mouth and sitting back on my heels, my fist still wrapped around his cock as I gently stroked him and was rewarded by a gush of pre-cum over my fingers.
“Get up here, baby,” he orders. With a small smile, I press my lips to his cock in a kiss before standing and sliding first one leg onto the chair and then the other. Liam takes hold of his cock and slides the tip over my wet folds before notching it at my entrance. Hands gripping my hips as I slowly sink down his cock, gasping slightly at the feeling of fullness of having his hardness in me. Needing more of his skin on me, I rip my shirt over and off my head, throwing it across the office. Liam wasted no time in pulling my bra down to sit under my breasts and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” I hiss as I drive my fingers through his hair, entangling them in the length as I held his head to my breast, swivelling my hips in time with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck yes, Liam, just there,” I scream as his cock hits that perfect spot in me as he drives up into me. Standing up from the chair, he walks the few steps to his desk and lays me across it. Both of us ignore the crash of his pen holder and the mug that had held his cup of coffee as they go flying while he powers into me with enough strength to move his desk along the floor.
“Fuck, mo ghrá, fuck. Come for me one more time,” he demands.
“I can’t,” I gasp, shaking my head.
“Yes, you can, one more time,” he orders, standing up slightly and fitting his thumb over my clit, rubbing small circles around it until I felt the familiar tingle low in my belly.
“Jesus, Liam, Jesus, I’m coming,” I wail, not caring if anyone hears me as my pussy clenches around his cock. I grind down hard as he spurts into me. Both of us panting and breathing raggedly, wrapping my arms around Liam’s shoulders, I tilt my head as he buries his face into the crook of my neck, taking deep breaths as we slowly come back down. Liam lifts his head up, cupping my face and pushing my hair away from my face.
“We made a mess,” I smirk up at him. He just shrugs as he looks around, “Nothing that can’t be cleaned.”
Slowly, he stands, leaning over to snag the box of tissues from the corner of my desk. Removing a few, he gently pulls out, catching his cum as he gently wipes me clean before cleaning himself. Stepping back, he pulls his jeans back up, zipping them but not buttoning them.
“You have no clue how hot you are, do you?” I ask him.
Liam starts laughing, “What? Babe, I’m just me.”
Shaking his head at my words, he bends and starts to gather my clothes, putting them on the desk beside me. He picks up my panties, kneeling as he slips them up my legs, helping me stand as I shuffle to the end of the desk and pull them up. Once they are settled on my hips, he wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
“I’m so glad you found your way to me, mo ghrá,” he whispers against my temple.
“Me too, Liam, me too,” I reply, pressing a kiss to his chest.
And I was; I’d never felt more at home than I did at that moment while wrapped in his arms.