Page 14 of Merry Merry Biker
Uncle Colm picked up his mug and took a sip of his coffee, making a face at it. Chuckling at him, “I’ll buy some tea for next time you come over.”
“That would be good, son. I don’t know how you drink this swill,” he grumbled with disgust. “Now, fill me in on what you’ve been doing the last few years. I’m assuming whatever threat there was is now gone?”
“It is,” I assured him. “It’s why I’ve come home. I’m finally free.”
For the next two hours, I told my uncle everything that had happened, the why, and who the betrayers were. I didn’t keep anything back. He got it all from the start right up until I’d come off my bike a few days ago. It felt good to offload onto the one man I’d trusted my entire life. He’d never, not once, let me down, and I doubted he’d start now.
When I was finished telling him everything, I was exhausted but lighter than I had been before I started, “That’s everything. You know it all. I’m done living on the edge. I’m getting too old for that shit. I’ve got enough money to live on comfortably. I’ve got a meeting with Avy Crow and Bella Davies about investments inthe new year. And Sprite and I have plans to travel as much as we can over the next year.”
“I can’t tell you how relieved I am to have you home, son,” Uncle Colm informed. “It’s been a hard few years with Rhett being put away and you missing. It’s slowly been getting better, and I don’t regret Liam getting us out of the guns, although I do like to give him a hard time about it. The boys have been working hard to get us clean and are now bringing in the type of money we used to with running guns. Who’d have thought,” he shook his head as if in disbelief.
“We lost a lot of men except for Adam’s team; they stayed on and are working for his security company instead. Times are changing and it’s getting hard to do stuff under the radar. Plus, Johnny’s married and a father now and his wife has been through enough. I wouldn’t want her living with the worry that Noni lived with or going through what she is,” he looked sad at the mention of ex-daughter-in-law.
Shaking himself, he stood up, taking his mug to the sink and tipping the left-over coffee down the sink, “Go tell your lady you’re leaving for a bit, and we’ll go pick up your bike. Then we’ll go get the boys to come and help her with the painting. I’m sure Maya will feed us all tonight.”
“Okay,” I agreed, standing up and going to the dining room, opening the door, I smiled as I watched Sprite shaking her arse to whatever she was listening too. She was too fucking cute in her paint-spattered dungarees, long-sleeved T-shirt, and a head scarf that was protecting her hair from paint spatters. Both of these had candy canes all over them because, of course, her painting clothes needed to be Christmas-themed.
She caught sight of my reflection in the window and smiled, taking off her headphones. Walking over to her, I wrapped myarms around her waist, kissing the side of her head. “You’re too fucking cute, Sprite, shaking your arse like that.”
Lana snorted out a laugh at my words, “You need glasses, old man, I’m a mess.”
Turning her in my arms so that I could kiss her, and when I was done, I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against hers, “Not to me, you’re not, Sprite. To me, you’re gorgeous no matter what you’re wearing.”
Her eyes softened at my words. Leaning over, she put her paint roller on the tray that was on the table next to where she’d been standing. Happy that it was secure, she turned back to me, wrapping her arms tight around me and resting her cheek against my chest.
“I know it’s too soon because we only met three days ago, but I think I’m falling in love with you, Tommy O’Shea,” she whispered.
Pressing another kiss to the top of her head before taking her chin gently in my fingers so that I could tilt her head up to look at me, “I don’t think I’m falling for you, Sprite, I know I am.”
Her smile was blinding with her happiness. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to mine before opening for me. As my tongue stroked against hers, something settled in me. I knew then that I’d found my home; it hadn’t been a place I was looking for, it had been someone, and something told me I’d found it.
Ending the kiss, I pulled back slightly when she sighed happily before asking, “Did everything go okay with Colm?”
“Yeah, Sprite, it did. He’s going to take me to pick up my bike, then we’re going to get the boys to come and help here. Hopefully, we can have you moved in before the New Year.”
Excitement lit her eyes at the thought, “Yeah, that would be great. Well, big man, shoo, the quicker you go, the quicker you get back,” she pushed me towards the door. Laughing, I let her; taking her hand, I tugged her behind me to the front door. Uncle Colm was in his car, the engine running while he waited for me. Taking my leather jacket from the hook by the door, I pulled it on. Kissing Sprite one more time, I opened the door and went to leave, “Make sure you lock up, Sprite.”
Lana rolled her eyes at me, “Okay, old man, it’s not like I’ve been living alone for years.”
“Maybe so, Sprite, but you didn’t have me then and I look after what’s mine.”
“You saying I’m yours, old man?” Lana grinned cheekily at me.
“For as long as you want me, Sprite.”
“Well then, you’d better make plans to bring whatever stuff you have with you when we start moving my stuff in so we can make this your home again.”
Stepping up to her, I kissed her long and hard, not wanting to leave and probably would have continued and taken this to the bedroom if Uncle Colm hadn’t been around and had reminded us of his presence when pressed on the hooter, making us jump and Sprite to laugh out loud.
“Boy, get your arse in the car so we can get started. The quicker we get out of here, the quicker you’re back,” Uncle Colm boomed out of his open window, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement.
“I love the fact that he calls you boy,” Lana snickers at me.
“Woman, carry on and you’ll not be sitting comfortably for a few days,” I stated.
It took her a little while to figure out what I meant, but when her eyes widened and then heated, I groaned as my words worked against me as my cock hardened at the definite interest in her eyes.
“Jesus, Sprite, you’re going to kill me. I’m leaving now before I get any harder,” smiling broadly, I walked away from her, adjusting myself as she laughed at me.