I couldn’t blame him for being interested; she was stunning. Even so, I wasn’t prepared for the burst of heat exploding from gut to chest, or the way my fingers twitched with the urge to stalk over and rip Liam’s damned head off.
My steps faltered because, hand to God, my reactions were weird. I’d never been a jealous man, but that didn’t stop my mind filling with visions of kicking Liam ‘Goodfella’ Doyle’s ass from one end of the room to the other.
My forehead was about to pop a vein when, suddenly, Atlas Woods of all people swooped past Liam, took the woman’s elbow, and led her toward the cluster of tables that were filled with the Speed Demon brothers, their wives, and kids.
Liam’s eyes narrowed on them.
I grinned, rounded my shoulders, and sauntered my ass across the room to say a big ol’ howdy to my friends from the local biker club.
All the officers were there, along with Abe, who was a legacy member, and Carbine, aka Noah Hart, another brother who was good friends with Maeve and also happened to be the lead singer of a local band who Maeve had begged to play later at the party.
“Evening, all,” I greeted the guys as I approached. “Enjoying the bash?”
Carbine, who also happened to be a good buddy of mine, clapped me on the shoulder. “We’ve had a blast. How you feelin’ about later?”
“What d’ya mean?” I inquired.
“Your best man’s speech of course. Not nervous, are you, Donny boy?”
My eyes swept over the ass of the sexy brunette who was chatting with the women directly behind Cash. “Nope,” I denied. “But Callum should be.”
Atlas’s eyes narrowed. “You better not humiliate our Toots. She’s been through enough ‘cause of your boneheaded brother.”
I grinned cockily and waggled my eyebrows. “It’s not Maeve who needs to worry.”
Cash looked to the heavens, muttering, “Jesus,” under his breath.
“Young Donovan!” a deep voice called.
I twisted my neck to see John Stone, ex-president of the MC, approaching with his wife, Elise, under his arm. “When’s the music gonna start?” he demanded. “I’m in the mood for a little dance.”
Groans went up from the men.
“The photographer wanted a few more shots of Cal and Maeve, so they’ve gone back outside with Ma, Tadhg, and Aislynn.” I checked my watch. “I reckon the wedding planner will be in soon to rally everyone out onto the terrace while the staff get the room ready for the party.”
“I’m happy as a pig in shit with all the free Shamrock booze,” Atlas declared, raising his bottle and taking a long pull. “Don’t need no terrace or a party. Leave me in my bubble with a crate of cider.”
A peal of laughter went up from the group of ol’ ladies. The woman in red turned her head to say something to Kennedy Stone, and they both began to giggle.
I caught her profile again, immediately noticing that her lips were full, puffy, and as red as her dress. A memory of them encasing my cock as she deep-throated it down that delectableneck of hers flashed through my brain, and I had to adjust the crotch of my pants.
Unfortunately, I didn’t do this very discreetly, because Breaker’s head reared back, and he looked pointedly down at my dick. “Got an itch you can’t scratch there, bro?” Then he raised his hand and coughed“Chlamidya”into it.
Atlas threw his head back and roared.
Cash’s lips twitched.
Carbine chuckled.
My mouth opened, ready to tell the fuckers to suck my balls, when the woman in red slowly craned her neck.
My heart stopped, and it did that for three reasons.
Reason one: The woman was as beautiful and sexy from the front as she was from the back. She reminded me of a Kardashian sister, but a softer version, and as much as those chicks were loopy, they were easy on the eye.
Reason two: In the mists of time, I’d somehow forgotten how beautiful she was. The siren had lived in town but moved away a few years before to look after her ma when she’d suffered a mild stroke and subsequently received a cancer diagnosis.
And reason three: Before she left Hambleton, we slept together, though I used the word ‘slept’ loosely because no darn sleeping got done that night. It had gone down as one of the best nights of my life, and if she hadn’t left town so abruptly, I would have gone back for seconds, thirds, and maybe even more; she was that goddamned scorching hot.
