CHAPTER 9

MAYA

My cheeks on fire, I hightailed it back to the lounge, leaving a smirking Johnny in the bathroom. I hadn't meant to listen, but once I'd realised what he was doing, I'd not been able to move from the door and then he'd called my name. My feet hadn't wanted to move; it was a heady feeling knowing that he wanted me that much.

I don't think I'd ever had anyone want me enough to call out my name like Johnny just had, and I wasn't even part of the festivities. Imagining what it would be like to be his sole focus had me squirming slightly, my breaths coming in little pants as I rubbed my thighs together to ease the sudden ache that had gathered there.

I'd been pulled from my daydream of letting him do what he wanted to me when he'd opened the bathroom door and found me waiting in the passage.

Taking a deep breath, I filled a glass with cold water and downed it before holding the glass to my flushed cheeks, trying in vain to cool them down. Once I had myself under control, I locked up and walked back down the passage to the bathroom. Peeking into my bedroom on my way past, I stopped in the doorway, entranced by the man who was fast asleep, taking up most of my bed. Barefoot, in trackie bottoms, lying on his stomach with the O'Shea tattoo I'd noticed earlier taking up most of his back. I'd not asked about it but assumed it was much like the tattoos that the brothers in the MC wore with pride. It was gorgeous, though, and colourful. It was a grinning skull wearing a green top hat with a purple band. The O'Shea lettering was in green to match the hat. There were four-leaf clovers and purple roses running underneath it.

Leaving him to sleep, I got my shorty pyjamas out of my chest of drawers and went to have a quick shower before I crawled slowly into bed next to him, only to let out a small puff of air in surprise as Johnny wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him curling his body around mine. Another little crack appeared and peeled away from my heart with the way he was holding me like I was precious, and he was never letting me go, content I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, surprised at how easy it was to trust him and have him in my bed.

As usual, my bladder woke me up right on time at five-thirty, but that was the only familiar thing about this morning. For a start, I was sweating buckets and couldn't move with the way I was pinned to the bed with an arm like a steel trap encircling my waist and a leg thrown over my hips.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted Johnny's arm, freezing when he grumbled, rubbing his face against my pillow. When I was certain he was asleep again, I eased out from under his arm until one hand was on the floor. It reminded me of how I used to ninja crawl out of Jackson's room when he was little. I snorted a little laugh, but finally I was out from under him and lying on the lovely cool floor.

‘God, that feels amazing,' I think, pushing my hair away from my face. I wasn't going to be able to ignore my bladder much longer, so I stand up from the floor and tiptoe my way out of my bedroom to the bathroom. Once I've done what I need to do, I go to the kitchen to put on coffee. Usually, Sundays are breakfast days at the café. Cutting up some fruit into a bowl for the kiddos–they'll have that and some yoghurt before we leave for the café.

Once the coffee's ready, I make two mugs and take them back to the bedroom with me. Johnny is still fast asleep on his stomach, arms wrapped around my pillow. Setting the mugs on the bedside table, I sit on the side of the bed and run my hand gently over his shoulders and then into his hair. He wakes slowly and blinks sleepily at me over his shoulder before rolling over and onto his back with a smile.

"Morning, a ghrá ."

"Morning, I made you some coffee."

Lifting his hand, he cups the nape of my neck, pulling me gently towards him, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, murmuring, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I murmured back as I go to sit up, only to find myself being drawn back down towards him, his mouth parted with a growl as he licked along the seam of my lips, demanding entry, opening for him. I sighed softly as our tongues twined hungrily. I found myself being shifted until I lay fully on him, one hand on my arse pressing me to him. My legs naturally falling open until I was straddling him, pressing down on his hardness and rocking slightly. Gasping in surprise as he gripped my hips tightly and rolled, taking me with him until he was resting on his arm hovering above me.

Wrapping my arms around him and my legs around his waist, I pulled him tighter against me. Tilting my hips and rocking against his hardness. His mouth parted from mine to lave slow, hot, wet kisses down my neck to the top of my breasts, pushing the straps of my summer pyjamas down until I was bare to his gaze.

A deep groan rumbled from him at the sight of my bare breasts, "Fucking gorgeous, mo ghrá ." Then the hot wetness of his mouth engulfed me as he sucked hard on my nipple until it was a delicious hard point before giving my other breast the same attention. Whimpering low in my throat, I rocked my hips against him, begging for more.

"Patience, milseán, I'll make you feel good, I promise," Johnny growled as he pushed my top up and over my head and my shorts down, stripping them off me in one swoop until I was bare to his gaze as he sat on his heels between my raised thighs .

"So fucking sexy, and you don't even know it," he purred as he bent to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh, "and so wet. Perfect!" he hummed, laying down on the bed between my spread thighs and ran his tongue around my clit.

"Oh, holy fuck," I whispered against the back of my hand while my other gripped his hair. Not sure if I should push him away or pull him closer. He didn't give me a chance to make up my mind as he hooked his thumbs into my outer lips until I was fully exposed to him; he sucked down hard on my clit with a hungry sound.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sensations that coursed through me. ‘Oh, Jesus,' I wasn't sure if I'd ever felt anything like it. Hissing slightly as he thrust his tongue deep inside me before circling my clit again, then repeating the action over and over until I was a writhing, begging mess on the bed. Only then did he thrust his fingers into me as he strummed my hard clit with his tongue until I had no choice but to come and to keep on coming and coming and coming in what seemed to be never ending waves. I shuddered hard, tears wetting my cheeks as ecstasy filled me. Not being able to take it anymore, I found myself tugging on his hair as I pulled him up towards me until I could seal my lips to his. Hooking my toes into his trackie pants, I pushed them down his legs until his long hard cock was free, rocking my hips against him until he was notched at my entrance, wrapping my legs around him, I pulled him towards me until he was seated fully inside me only then did I take my lips from his. Opening my eyes, I looked into his heavy-lidded blue gaze.

"I need you to fuck me, Johnny. As hard as you can," I demanded.

"With pleasure, a ghrá," he rumbled as he swivelled his hips and thrust up in me. Kneeling, he lifted my legs, clamped them together over his shoulder.

"Oh, fuck," I whimpered at the change in position that had him filling me deeper than he had been. It had been a long time for me, and I was being stretched in ways I hadn't been by any other man. It felt so good.

"Holy fuck, milseán , you feel so fucking good. Never going to get enough of this pussy. Are you going to come again for me? I can feel your pussy sucking at me. Come for me one more time, a ghrá. "

I didn't think I had it in me, not with how hard I'd just come, but Johnny had other ideas. Sucking on his thumb, his gaze never leaving mine as he removed his wet thumb from his mouth and pressed it hard against my clit, circling it with every hard thrust of his hips. And then there it was, "Oh, fuck yeah, milseán, just like that. Come for me, squeeze me hard with that pussy, milk me until I have nothing left."

At his whispered words I came, with Johnny following me not long after in never ending spasms that left us both gasping for breath as Johnny collapsed against my chest.

"Jesus, milseán, I think you broke me," he muttered against my throat, then groaned as I snorted with laughter, pushing him slightly out of me.

"I broke you? I think it was the other way around," I giggled, running my hand up and down his back. "I need to clean up before the children wake up," I say sadly. Wishing I had time to lay in bed and enjoy the afterglow.

At the mention of children, Johnny reared up, eyes slightly panicked, "I'm sorry, a ghrá, I didn't use anything. I'm clean, I got tested while I was in Ireland. I wanted to make sure that when we got here that you were protected. "

Running my hand through his hair reassuringly, "It's okay. I trust you. I wouldn't be lying here with you or letting you anywhere near my children if I didn't. But thank you for reassuring me. And just so you know, I'm on birth control."

Johnny shrugged his shoulders. "Pity," he muttered.

Gaping at him, I smacked his shoulder with the flat of my hand, "Oh, no, mister. You're not knocking me up until we've been together a bit longer."

"But it's not a no," he grinned boyishly at me, then chuckled when I tried to push him off me, the big oaf. "I'm only teasing, milseán, we can wait a bit at least until I put a ring on your finger."

"Jesus, Johnny. Not so fast. Give me a couple of months first, then we'll talk."

We were interrupted by Emy calling out. I guess our reprieve was over for now.

"Okay, a ghrá ," he agreed as he moved away from me, pulling up his pants as he stood. "Stay," he ordered as Emy called out again. "Let me get you a cloth and then I'll get baby girl."

"Okay," I agreed, sinking back into the bed, unused to being taken care of afterwards. Not long after, he was back with a cloth that he handed me with a quick kiss before he left to get Emy from her cot.

‘Oh wow, the man was obliterating all my walls slowly but surely.'

Getting up, I threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt so that I could go and get Emy sorted. I'd grab a shower later. I wondered if Johnny would like to join us for breakfast at the café.

As it turns out, he did, and we ended up spending that day together too. And the next day and so on, that's how it continued over the next month.

It didn't take me long to realise that whatever changes he made, he did it with me and the children in mind. Starting with changing his hours of work. He'd asked Zack if he was willing to do evenings instead. Zack was more than happy to take over the evenings. Johnny was doing the administration and paperwork side during the day now rather than in the evenings. Which meant we spent every morning together while I was cleaning. Sometimes he'd follow me over to the nightclubs, depending on how his day was going. He'd still have to work some nights but only when Zack was on leave or ill .

We'd been seeing each other about two weeks and had not once spent a night apart in all that time when his father put his foot down and demanded that the children and I came for supper. It wasn't that I didn't know Colm because I did. You couldn't work for his sons and not meet him at some point. I liked him very much even if he was gruff and didn't always come across as the friendliest. He'd managed to bring up some pretty amazing sons bar the youngest, so I knew he must be a good man. Had he done bad things and dragged his sons into it with him? Yes, he had, but he'd also been supportive at getting out of gun running.

It had been a lovely evening, even if it had taken us forever to get to the house once we'd turned off the dirt road with the number of locked gates we had to go through. Surprisingly, Jackson had warmed up to Colm straight away, but Emy had stuck with Johnny.

It was late, and the children had long since been put to bed in one of the spare rooms.

We'd been sitting in the dated kitchen around a scarred wooden table with mismatched chairs drinking a last hot drink before bed that Colm had asked me, "Do you cook?"

Blinking in surprise at his abrupt question, I hesitantly nodded, "I do."

Colm hummed his keen gaze on me, "What do you think of the kitchen?"

Frowning, I wondered if it was a trick question. My eyes darted to Johnny, then to Liam and Adam, but they were all looking as puzzled as I felt.

"It's a nice size," I replied uncertainly.

"But?" Colm queried.

"It could do with updating," I informed him, deciding if I was going to be joining this family, then I wasn't going to be timid about letting my opinions known. I'd had enough of that in my previous life.

Colm nodded, "I agree. What are you doing on Monday?"

"Nothing, it's my day off," I said, still puzzled as to what was going on here.

"Good, you and I are going to go kitchen shopping. Johnny can have the children."

My gaze flashed to Johnny, only to find him smiling. "That's good with me," he assured me.

"Okay," I agreed, still a little confused, but if Colm wanted to update the kitchen, then I'd help him .

After that, the chat around the table continued, but I'd noticed the looks the O'Shea men shared with each other. Never mind, I'd get it out of Johnny later.

It was later that night while we were laying quietly in bed in Johnny's room at the O'Shea house, the windows and curtains open to let in a breeze to help ease the summer heatwave that was upon us. Staring out into the night, I marvelled at how bright the stars were here, away from the village and nearby towns. I was brought out of my musings when Johnny said softly, "My Da likes you."

Tilting my head back on his shoulder to look at him I ask, "He does? How do you know?"

"He's taking you shopping on Monday for a kitchen because he knows that the one we have is not good enough for you and he wants you to be comfortable in this house."

‘Oh, jeez, my heart. These O'Shea men sure did know how to break down all my walls.'

"But I don't live here," I protested.

Johnny looked down at me and tilted my chin up with his forefinger, "Not yet, milseán, but you will be soon. When you're ready. I promised we'd take it at your pace, and we are even if we haven't spent a night apart since we started this. My Da knows how I feel about you. After the kitchen, he'll want you to decorate, and then it will be the bathrooms and a bedroom for each of the children. You'll see. I knew he was going to love you from the start. I mean, how couldn't he, you and the children are the best things to happen to me."

My eyes filled as I leant up on my elbow so I could kiss him, whispering softly, "Oh, Johnny. I love you too."

It was a long time until we spoke again.