Page 10 of Ronan

I follow his line of sight. My gaze lands on the brown-skinned goddess with the red locs. Her head is down as she reads something on her phone. I allow my gaze to travel over her curvy body.

It’s been a while since I’ve had my hands on curves like those. The things I’d do to that body. She hasn’t lifted her face, but from her body alone, she has my interest.

She gets a bit closer and lifts her pretty head. The air leaves my lungs. She’s damn gorgeous.

She has a deep-brown complexion, but her face is scattered with pretty dark-brown freckles. She looks like a pretty doll. Her full lips have a sexy bow shape to them and her brown eyes are sharp as if the lass has a keen brain in that pretty head.

Her red brows make me believe her carrottop locs are natural in color. I might be a redhead, but I’ve never had a preference for them. However, this beauty has me questioning that.

“Ronan?” she says as she glances between me and the SUV with my brothers hanging out the windows.

“Aye, yer Dean?”

She gives a soft laugh. “Yes, that’s me.”

She has a sexy voice. It hits me right in the groin. My mouth runs dry as images of fucking the shit out of her fills my head.

My brain kicks back in and I remember why I’m here. Kaye has to be about twenty-four or twenty-five. I’ve been trying to make it a habit of dating women closer to my age nowadays.

If this beauty is anywhere near Kaye’s age, I need to avoid her at all costs. I’m not for the mess that comes with the young ones.

Besides, when I look deeply into her eyes, I get the feeling she’s as banjaxed as I am.There’s a reason I haven’t settled down in all this time.

I’ve been fucked in the head for almost twenty-five years. Losing the woman you love and the child she was carrying will do that to a young lad. Life ended for me before it even started.

Quickly, I shut down that train of thought. I won’t spiral into that dark place now. Instead, I reach for her bags and begin to move to shove them in the boot as Jonah steps out and gives her a proper greeting, as Raymond and Jack hop out to chat her up.

I note she has a distinct accent. It’s covered in a few others, but I hear it in there. She’s a New Yorker at heart. I once had big dreams for New York.

Things were so different back then. Da was on board with it all. Dougie hadn’t moved to New York with his lot yet. It was wide open for me to make a name for myself and to establish the McGowan name in more than theory.

Oland made sure to end all of that. He wanted New York for himself anyway. He never counted on Dougie defying him and his grandsons hating him.

My brothers and I still ended up with the upper hand in New York. Distance has meant nothing. I appear when a message needs to be sent. Out of respect, Dougie and I have coexisted.

Now that his sons are taking over for him, we have the same understanding. I stay out of their hair, and they stay out of mine. Unless one or the other needs to step in to make some shit clear to everyone else.

It has become a beneficial relationship. This is why my da has made his request. I will work with the family.

“Oh, sorry,” this lass gasps as we reach for the handle of her last bag at the same time.

Electricity zaps through my arm, causing me to look into her eyes as she looks back at me with her mouth open. Her little tongue peeks out and glides over her full lips. My nostrils flare as I want nothing more than to pull her into me and devour her mouth.

“Let me get that for you, love,” I murmur and place the bag in the boot.

“Thank you,” she says, turning back for the door Jack is holding open for her.

The ass on this lass is enough for me to forget her age and who her friend is to my nephew. It’s been far too long since I’ve explored and worshipped a body like hers. The things I could teach her.

I close the trunk and shake my head clear. I’m not about to go there. I have enough on my plate. Trying to get into her nex isn’t on my to-do list.

“Ya have a glad eye, little brother. Ya might want to catch yourself on,” Raymond says as he stands by the back passenger side door with his arms folded across his chest as he watches me.

“I don’t know what yer going on about. Get in and shut yer gub, will ya?”

He roars with laughter, patting me on my back as I walk by. I chuckle and climb back into the driver’s side. Once again, I ask myself what I was thinking when I offered to come do this. Once behind the wheel, I can’t keep myself from looking into the rearview mirror to glance at the pretty one in the back seat.

I find her eyes locked on me. Her eyes are narrowed as if she’s trying to see through me. I shoot her a wink and flash a small smile.

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