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“Then I suggest ya shut yer gub now.”

He throws his hands in the air as if in surrender. I roll my eyes and down my beer. I shouldn’t feel so possessive over this lass.

I know nothing about her and she’s too young for me. I need to get my shit together. I’m over here to keep from doing something I know I shouldn’t.

The lass’s voice is like a siren song with a laugh to match. If my cock twitches one more time from the sound, I’m going to throw all caution to the wind and she’s going to be in my bed tonight.

I can just imagine pinning that waist down while I pound her fat arse from behind. I wonder what those big tits look like without clothes on. These are the thoughts that have me rooted to this side of the pub.

My brothers roar with laughter and I long to move closer. Dean looks to be having a good time with them. Jonah, Jack, and Raymond have red cheeks, telling me they’re all steamin’. I haven’t had enough to drink to be on that side of grand.

“Ronan, get over here. This lass has a great sense of humor, and she has no problem taking the piss out of Jack,” Jonah croons across the pub.

“Give me a second,” I call back.

I lift my hand for two more pints. The barkeep comes over with two more. I take them and turn for the group I’ve been keeping my distance from.

When I get to the table, I place one beer in front of Dean and take a seat. Jeremiah has taken the seat next to Dean that I vacated earlier. I try not to be cheesed off about it, telling myself it’s for the best.

Her scent is mouthwatering. I was seconds away from leaning into her to inhale her deeply before I walked off earlier. I’ve been having crazy thoughts since she appeared, ready to leave after she got changed while I watched a movie with Dae-Dae and waited.

She’s in this black one-piece that hugs her body and shows off every curve. That fat pussy print was enough to make me want to cancel the night and take her straight back to my place. I like my women not too tall and not too short. She’s right there in the sweet zone.

“Yer half me age, love. I have boots older than ya,” Jack chuckles as his cheeks are rosy.

“And yer wife would have ya by the balls,” Jonah says as he laughs.

“I know he’s married. That’s why I’m flirting back. I know he doesn’t mean it. It’s harmless and safe.”

Reilly gives a cheeky smile. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Ya can flirt with me instead.”

“I think you’re too young for me,” she chuckles.

I lift a brow at this. I thought she and Reilly were the same age. She doesn’t look to be that much older than he is.

“I’m twenty-two. No way yer that much older than me.”

“I’m so sorry, love. I’m thirty-one.”

“Ya tell a fib, ya do,” Jonah and I say in unison.

However, she turns to look at me as the words slip from my lips. I begin to see her anew. Twelve years isn’t that big a difference. It’s old enough for me to reconsider my stance on taking her home.

“Nope, it’s the truth. I’ll show you my ID if you want.”

“Yer single, love?”

“I’msinglesingle and good with that.”

“Um.”

“What does that sound mean?”

“Nothing at all, love.”

“Aye, it does. It means run,” Carrick cracks up.

I glare at him until he shuts his mouth. I love my nephews, but they do my head in at times. This being one of those times.

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