Page 4 of Naughty Irish Liar

Through my nerves I pasted a smile on my face and angled my body through the crowd, closing the gap between us, feeling every bit of the electric energy rushing through my bloodstream.

A girl came from behind, almost sent me flying as she rushed by knocking my shoulder hard enough that it hurt. I saw Ronan’s eyes narrow further, but he wasn’t looking at me this time, his eyes were on the road rage girl who was squealing his name.

“Baby! I missed you!” She declared and launched herself at his chest.

While my own chest deflated of all its air and left me with a weird crash and burn sensation.

The Irish asshole had a girlfriend?

I froze. Hardly blinking. My insides tumbling.

A spoke had well and truly been thrown in my wheels.

My eyes narrowed looking at the cosy scene.

Rude. I thought. How fucking rude. Didn’t he know he was supposed to wait for me to grow up? Hello, here I was fully grown.

I stood there like a deer caught in twin blue headlights. Ronan glaring at me over the shoulder of the blonde woman clinging to him.

Dammit, if I’d known there was going to be a traffic jam of women for his attention I might have gotten my butt inside the pub an hour ago, instead of loitering outside like a creeper.

Heat stole over my nose freckles.

Not because I was embarrassed or disheartened.

Because as I went on looking at Ronan, he was looking nowhere else but directly at me with that scowl andlust.

I saw lust clear as day all over his face and bursting out of his broody eyes while his girlfriend? Lover? Piece of the moment? Tried to climb him like a coconut tree.

CHAPTER 2

Ronan

I’d love to say I’d forgotten those cupids-bow lips.

I’d pay good money for me to say it and mean it.

But I’d be a fucking liar.

Those days when the primal need to fuck overcame me were few and far between. It was more like grocery shopping, something that needed to be done just to get it out of the way. But watching the svelte ballerina body in her cute pastel pink and white clothes clashing in blunt contrast to the overflow of ginger hair over her shoulders…yeah, that primal urge of mine rose up like a titan and nearly had me tackling her to the floor to mount her.

My cock heavy and full behind my zipper woke from a slumber and decided it wanted attention from skinny fingers.

And not the limpet vined around me.

I made a disturbed noise, reaching up to un-vine myself from Simone’s arms, pushing her away slightly.

Not that she took the bloody hint, by moving closer to my side.

All the while I watchedherwalking towards me.

Was she real?

A fucking mirage dredged up from my too-tired brain?

And there it was, a tightening in my belly with the most beautiful sight known to man: a fatally stunning, insanely bright and far too-young-for-me woman begging to be fucked. It was as if years fell away just like that.

She couldn’t mask it. She was biting her lip as those rolling hips inched forward through a crowd of people I didn’t see. It shone from her green eyes as easily as if she were telling me she wanted shepherd’s pie and a pint of Guinness.

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