Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Aodhan pressed a kiss onto my throat, right over the bruised mark of another man’s hand, and said, “That was the last time anyone but me will touch you.”
I shivered in delight and said, “I think I might need to stay here until I calm down.”
His laughter ruffled the stray hairs against my neck this time.
“I think that’s okay,” he teased.
It was okay.
I was perfectly okay.
I all but sank into the bed beneath me, my legs tangling with Aodhan’s, as I closed my eyes and released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
“That was about fifty years of pent-up sexual tension,” I taunted.
He grunted out a laugh, pulling out of me as he did.
I instantly felt bereft without him inside of me.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “I feel so empty.”
I gasped as his fingers gathered the wetness that I could feel leaking out of me, and shoving it back inside.
“You still on birth control?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
He stilled above me, and I felt the distinct stiffening of his softening member on my thigh where it lay limply. Well, definitely not limply anymore. It was most certainly as unlimp as a dick could get.
“Whoa, cowboy,” I teased.
“Mama,” he growled, his fingers pushing in deep. “Why does the idea of you not on birth control turn me harder than a goddamn concrete cinder block?”
I licked my lips, then glanced up into his eyes that were definitely telling me all kinds of feelings at the moment.
“Because the thought of permanently marking me as yours is a caveman thing you’ve always had going for you,” I teased.
His eyes twinkled then. “Permanently marking you as mine…I kind of like the sound of that.”
Then he was replacing his fingers with his cock, and I was once again being filled up exactly how I wanted.
This time was much slower than the last.
We were lazy and sweet, and the orgasm that he produced out of me was much less explosive but a whole lot more impactful.
Because I loved seeing the sweet side of Aodhan.
I loved even more that the only person he showed that sweet side to was me.
“I want this,” he said after we both came down from our releases. “I want to see this through to the end.”
“The end?” I asked, surprised.
“I want this to be it for us. I want to fulfill our bargain. I want this to be the beginning of forever for us. I want you for me, and I don’t care what anyone or anything thinks about it,” he said.
“What about your son?” I asked, pushing up onto my elbow and placing my hand on his chest. “Baby, we need to let him into this gently. He doesn’t need me shoved into his face all fast like. That’s not how I want this to go.”
He shook his head. “Honestly? I’m tired of pleasing everyone and everything but myself. I want you. You want me. Those are the only two people that should matter at the moment.”
“But your son…” I started.
“Hates me,” he finished. “My son hates me.”
My mouth fell open. “He does not.”
“He does,” he disagreed. “He can’t stand me. Goes out of his way to make my life hell, and doesn’t care that he does it, either. I’ll protect him, and still love him anyway, but I’m done letting him dictate my life. Done letting anyone but you dictate my life. I deserve to be happy.”
He was right. He did deserve to be happy.
“Okay,” I finally said. “But we’re gonna make him like you.”
He snorted. “Good fucking luck.”
I would make him eat those words.
I smiled.
Then tested my sea legs.
I managed not to pass out.
At least, not until an hour later when we tried to do it again in the kitchen standing up.
Note to self: don’t have sex standing up, and you’ll be okay.
CHAPTER 15
I’ll love you until my lungs give out, even if you’re the one stabbing them.
-Morrigan to Aodhan
MORRIGAN
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, hoping for clarification.
What I got was a repeat of what I thought I’d heard, but hoped I didn’t.
“There was some vandalism at the store,” Theresa said. “Martine came in for shift change. We were both in the back stocking up on everything. We didn’t hear the bell go off, and everything inside is now burned to a crisp because someone decided to set the front booth on fire because we weren’t answering fast enough.”
I shook my head.
“That’s…” I didn’t even know what that was. Crazy. We’d had some colorful people come into the shop before, a few of which had gotten a bit out of hand, but nothing ever like this. “That’s not good.”
“No,” Martine agreed, having stayed quiet throughout the entire conversation. “The crazy thing was, we didn’t hear a thing.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to figure out what to do next.