Chapter 3 #2
Sighing, knowing I won’t get away with not introducing her, especially if I want her on our property. Turning, I wrap an arm around her shoulders so that we are facing my brothers together. Make that brothers and old lady because Thea is there too, looking with interest at Jeanie.
“Jeanie,” I state. “This is my president but also my biological brother Coal, next to him is his old lady, Thea, then you have my other brother Nickel who is our interim VP, Brass, Iron, Cross, Blue, and Sterling. Everyone meet Jeanie O’Shea.”
“Oh Jesus, he had to pick a woman from one of the most dangerous families,” someone mutters, but I can’t tell who.
Jeanie throws her head back and laughs hard until she finally takes a breath to talk. She does so while still chuckling, “They’re only dangerous to those who do us wrong. Treat us right, and you’ll be good.”
“Fuck, brother.” Blue smirks. “Best you don’t get on the wrong side of Jeanie then. The O’Shea women are far more dangerous than the men.”
That sets Jeanie off laughing again. She tilts her head up at me with a grin. “He’s not wrong.”
“I don’t really care,” I tell her. “I’ll take whatever they want to dish out.”
“You know who her uncle is, right?” Thea asks with amusement.
I shake my head and ask, “Who?”
“Butcher,” Thea snickers.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, and I feel myself going a little green at learning that news.
Jeanie chuckles, patting my chest. “You’ll be good; I promise. I’ll protect you. Now, how about we find somewhere private so we can have that chat.”
Coal eyes me, but I shake my head, and he nods. I’ll fill the family in with Jeanie at my side once we’ve had a chance to catch up.
“Okay, folks, let’s get back to the party. Bolt looks like he has this under control, and as we know Jeanie’s family, she’s good to come in,” Coal commands the brothers. “She probably knows how to override all our security anyway.”
Jeanie snickers again, nodding. “I do,” she agrees. “I’d never disrespect you or my family like that, though.”
Coal nods at her show of respect. “Come find me when you’re done,” he tells me. Again, I nod in agreement. I know his order comes from a place of concern rather than nosiness. I haven’t always been the most sensible person, and Coal's pulled me from a lot of scrapes.
We wait for them to turn and leave. Once the clubhouse door closes behind them, only then do I turn back to Jeanie. “Let’s go to mine so we can make plans, and you can fill me in.”
Jeanie immediately sobers. Her gaze turns serious. “Okay.”
Opening her door for her, I wait until she’s seated before closing it and jogging around to the passenger side.
We drive through the gate, and Jeanie stops to press the button that manually closes the gate without me having to ask her.
“So, where are we going?”
“Follow the road with the lights until the fourth mobile home. Park behind my vehicle. We can move them around later if you stay so that yours is under the car port.”
It doesn’t take long before we’re parking in front of my place.
I wonder what she thinks as she takes it all in, and I find myself looking at my home with fresh eyes.
There’s no hiding that it’s a mobile home, but it’s in good condition.
We’ve all added carports—none of us enjoyed scraping windscreens in winter, and our bikes need shelter from the weather.
We also built covered decks with comfortable furniture and wide new steps leading up to the front doors.
Inside the mobile homes, the layout once included three bedrooms, but I removed the wall between the master and the smaller room to open up the space. The bathroom is spacious and has a shower, hand basin, and toilet.
It is simple, but it is home. When I glance at Jeanie, there’s no judgment in her expression—only genuine interest in the way we set things up.
“These are nice,” she smiles at me. “I like that you all live so close together. It reminds me of the compound.”
“The compound?” I ask curiously.
“Yeah.” She nods with another warm smile.
“The O’Shea compound. My home. Each of the brothers have their own place now, but they all started off living in the main house until Uncle Johnny met Aunt Maya, then they moved into the caravan until their houses were built.
It’s still there, although the younger kids mostly use it as a hideout and playroom now. ”
“That’s pretty cool,” I tell her, opening my door and then turning back to her before I get out “Stay there; I’ll come and get you.”
She beams a wide smile at me before agreeing, “Okay.”
To her credit, she waits—and she does it with a smile. There’s something in the way she looks at me through the windshield that makes me wonder what’s on her mind, though I’m not sure I have the right to ask.
I open her door and help her out. Standing close, my breath hitches and I bite back a groan as she slides down from her seat, her body brushing against mine until her feet touch the ground.
She glances up at me from under her lashes, with a mischievous look in her eyes, and I know she did it on purpose.
“Cheeky,” I snort, flicking her nose. Jeanie’s grin widens, and she shrugs. Totally unashamed.
“Can you blame me? You’re hot.” She smirks at me.
Biting back a groan, I wonder if we can ignore the conversation we have to have and go straight to the bedroom.
Grabbing her hand, I close the driver’s door and tug her towards the stairs of my home.
Unlocking the door and walking in I’m glad that I cleaned up yesterday, and it’s not looking too untidy.
“This is nice,” Jeanie says, turning in a circle, taking in the open plan, kitchen, diner, and lounge. It’s fine for a bachelor, but now that I’m going to be a dad, I’m seeing all the pitfalls of living in a small space, the first being the sharp corners and small heads.
Jeanie’s laughter pulls me from my thoughts and my contemplation of our surroundings.
She tugs on my hand, guiding me towards the sofa, and gives me a push to sit down, and I sink onto it without hesitation.
She settles onto my lap as if she’s done it every day since we met, and I wrap my arms around her.
“We’ve got time to worry about sharp corners, a ghrá,” she reassures me, settling her head onto my shoulder.
“I guess we do,” I reply. I’m quiet for a minute before I say, “Tell me.”
Jeannie threads her fingers through mine, squeezing my hand gently.
“It’s still early days. I’m six weeks as you know.
I had a feeling about three weeks ago that something was off, but I’ve been putting off doing a test. I finally caved this week, and after it came up positive, that’s when I spoke to Ally and we put together a list. This MC was the first port of call.
I’d forgotten that Sam’s dad, Cash, is a member of the club.
If you weren’t here, then I’d have asked if any of them knew where I could try next.
I’d have done my best to find you, but I’m happy that I didn’t have to look too far.
” She tilts her head to look up at me with soft eyes, cupping my cheek with her hand.
“I’m sorry about the way I told you, though; I should have been gentler. ”
Pressing my hand to hers, I hold it to my cheek as I shake my head.
“No, I think I’d have freaked out either way.
It’s like all my Christmases have come at once.
I’ve been thinking about you ever since that night.
Then tonight I was wondering how I could track you down, and then there you were.
Baby or not, I’m fucking thrilled to see you.
That you’re having our baby is a bonus.”
Jeanie’s as close as she can get sitting on my lap, her body moulded to mine as though we were made to fit this way. But it’s not enough—I need more of her.
Lowering my head, I find her lips in a kiss that starts soft and reverent but deepens as she tunnels her fingers through my hair, tugging the short strands.
A low groan escapes me, vibrating between us as we shift, and I slide her down onto the sofa cushions and cover her body with mine, careful not to put pressure on her belly.
My hand snakes up under her shirt. I can feel her heart racing against my palm.
Her breath catches as I cup a breast, tugging at her nipple with slow, deliberate, firm tugs until I’m rewarded with a breathy whimper of need that spills from her lips.
I’m impatient to get my mouth on her. With a growl, I grip the bottom of her jumper and lift it up and over her head.
“Fuck,” I groan when her smooth, creamy skin is laid bare before me.
Eyes drinking her in, I dip my head to press a kiss to the swell of her breasts and lick a line across the lace edge of her bra, teasing her, tasting her.
A rumbling groan leaves me as she inhales a breath, and the need to mark her creamy skin is riding me, wanting …
no, needing to claim her now that I’ve found her again.
But I also know that once we start, I won’t want to stop. Pulling back, I press a kiss to the centre of her chest and rise off the sofa, pulling her up with me.
She comes without protest, her eyes dark with need, lips puffy and red from where she’s been biting on them. “What’s wrong?” she whispers.
“Nothing, sweetness,” I assure her as I claim her lips again in another deep kiss, tongues twining, dancing against each other. Only replying when we part. “I need you, but I want you in my bed because we won’t be leaving for a long while.”
“Bolt,” Jeanie moans, lips on my throat nipping at me, my cock twitches in my jeans, pressing against my zipper. I hold back a curse at the slight twinge of pain.
Taking her hand, I lead us toward the bedroom.
Her free hand slips under my shirt, heat rushing up my spine, and I bite back a curse as she wraps an arm around my waist to grip my cock through my jeans with a firm, possessive hold.
Pre-cum is already seeping out, a damp spot growing on my jeans, and I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her, and soon.
“Fuck, Jeanie, I need to be in you,” I growl gutturally as we stumble into my bedroom, and I turn towards her.
“Then be in me,” she whispers in a voice thick with need, her eyes heated.
Taking her at her word, it doesn’t take long for us to strip, clothes disappearing between heated kisses and urgent touches until I’m sliding into her warm, tight, welcoming heat.
We still as our eyes meet and hold. It’s a perfect moment, heavy with everything we’ve missed, time wasted, but the feeling much like that first night hasn’t changed. For me, it’s a feeling of coming home.
I never want to lose this feeling. I stay perfectly still, savouring every pulse, every ripple of her body around mine, ripping a moan from deep within me.
Jeanie wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me on. Leaving me no choice but to move.
Together, we move in slow, fluid movements. Matching rhythms that leave us both breathless. Jeanie wraps her arms around me, hands caressing my back, then pulls me in and grounds me.
“Yes.” Jeanie sighs, voice heavy with need as she tilts her hips again and again. “God, I missed you.”
Lowering my head, I seal my mouth to hers, kissing her thoroughly as we rock together. Learning each other again. And with every slow thrust, we do just that. Neither of us are in any rush to get to the end. We’ve got time now that we’ve found each other.
Little does Jeanie know I’m never letting her go. A Tin man knows when he’s found the woman who’s meant to be his, and he doesn’t let go once he’s found her.