Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I tighten my grip on his bony hand. “There was no fucking apology clause. Get up there and smile, you old piece of shit.”
I brush past him, find Dara, and drag her away. Kathryn skitters after us, looking confused.
I feel the eyes and hear the whispers, but I’m finished with all that.
“Where are we going?” Dara asks, looking a little panicked.
“Home,” I say. “I’ll have my driver take Kathryn back to her place as well. I think Robin can handle the rest of the night. I want to talk to you.”
“Talk?” she asks, eyebrows raised.
I glance at her and my lips turn into a devilish smile. “Among other things.”
Chapter 36
Finn
Dara collapses back on the bed, breathing hard. I lean against the pillows, grinning, staring at her sweat-slick body as she crawls over and opens her mouth, taking my hard cock between her lips.
I groan as she sucks me. I watch her back, her hair, the curve of her hips, the swell of her thighs. I can’t get enough of this girl, the way she moves, the way she whimpers as she takes me deeper into her throat like she’s unable to stop herself from gagging on my width.
I can’t imagine living without this, without her. Listening to her happy moans, watching her body tense and shake as she comes, exploring every inch of her skin—I don’t know how it happened, but now she’s a part of me, a part of my life.
I keep thinking about what tomorrow’s going to look like, and I keep seeing her by my side earlier tonight at Hazard, surrounded by people that hate us, those judgmental, sniveling rich pricks, and she was smiling and glowing, moving through the room like she was born to do it.
I’m proud to call her my wife. It’s incredible, but it’s true.
She strokes me fast as I pull her up and kiss her. “I need you, Dara,” I whisper. “Fuck, I need you, love.”
“You have me.” She moves back down, licking me, sucking me, and I come in her mouth, groaning the whole time.
We fall into bed together. She snuggles up close and I hold her tight, hugging her like I’ll never get another chance.
Except I just gave up my clubs to make sure I won’t ever have to let her go.
“I think that was the among other things portion of the night,” she murmurs, kissing my chest.
I run my fingers through her hair. “For now.”
“Don’t tease me,” she says, shivering. “Are you always like this?”
“More or less. I’m a man of appetites.”
“I see that. I’m not sure if I’m excited or terrified.”
“I think you’re both, which is exactly what I want.”
She snorts and bites my shoulder. “All right, asshole. What did you want to talk about?”
I reach around and squeeze her ass before kissing her neck and pulling her closer again. It feels good, holding her like this, feeling her warmth. “Maybe now isn’t the moment.”
“Actually, now you’d better say it.”
Doubt plagues me, but I push it away. I’ve been mulling this over and I know it’s right, even if it’s going to complicate this tenuous relationship we’ve built.
“I’ve been thinking about us. You asked me the other day what I see with you and how you’ll fit into my life.”
She looks up at me, chewing on her lip. “Yeah, I did. And do you know?”
“I want you to be happy, Dara. If you want to go back to work, we’ll make sure you get a job worthy of you. If you want to stay home with the kids, that’s fine too.”
“Kids? Plural? As far as I know, we’re only having one.”
“For now,” I say, grinning.
She rolls her eyes. “Who said anything about more?”
“I did, just now.” I kiss her gently. “Because I’ve been thinking.”
“I see that. You’ve been thinking a lot apparently.” She pushes me playfully. “Did I give you the impression that I wanted more babies with you?”
“At the rate we’re fucking, it’s bound to happen.”
“Fair point.” She leans back against the pillow, studying me with a thoughtful smile. “You really want more kids?”
“I want a family,” I say, only now realizing how true that is. Hearing the words out loud makes everything else seems so trivial and obvious.
“Hard to be a family if we’re just—” She shrugs, gesturing between us.
“What if we weren’t?” I ask quietly.
“Weren’t… what?” She sits up on one elbow.
“If we weren’t only business.” I reach out to stroke her cheek. “What if we gave this a real try?”
She hesitates, not speaking. I let those words hang between us, tasting how they feel and growing more confident by the moment.
I don’t know what she’s thinking or what she’s feeling, but I’m sure this is what I want, even if it’s a huge risk.
Bringing her into my life, deeper into my family, that might end in tragedy.