Page 108 of Vengeful Vows

“It’s so weird,” he comments, finishing his food. “I think there’s dessert downstairs.”

“I’ll put on a robe and get it.”

He grabs my wrist as I get out of bed. “Hurry back.”

Smiling, I throw on a robe and go downstairs for dessert.

Marisol and Patrick are in the dining room, and they’re awfully close to each other.

They break apart as I grab dessert, two individual lava cakes.

“Bree,” Patrick says, his cheeks flushed.

“Patrick.” I grin. "And Marisol."

She heads into the kitchen, not looking at me, and I wonder what’s going on with them.

I head up the stairs, eager to tell Declan what I’ve just seen.

“Declan, does your da have something going on with Marisol?”

“God, I hope so.” Declan takes the cake from me.

I giggle. “I just caught them downstairs standing really close to each other.”

“I hope it happens.”

“Really?”

Declan nods, eating his cake. “Da’s been in love with the memory of my mother since... He deserves some love and happiness.”

“You told me she wasn’t here before your Ma passed.” I still feel a large amount of guilt that it was my father who did it.

“She wasn’t. She came shortly after because Da couldn’t do it all himself. He soon realized someone had to cook for us.”

“Ah,” I say quietly. “I understand how that could be hard.”

“But he deserves to move on. To love again. To be loved.”

“You all do.” I think of what Lara told me the other day. They’d all been so affected by their mother’s death. I wish there was something I could do.

Declan puts our desserts, mine uneaten, on the nightstand, and pulls me into his lap.

“I hope you didn’t think we were done yet, wife.” He gives me a wicked grin.

“I was hoping we weren’t.” I grin back, feeling him hard against my ass as I straddle his lap.

I hope this night lasts forever.

26

DECLAN

Bree rocks her hips against mine, her ample ass sliding against my erection, and I groan, lifting her up by her hips.

I slide into her, thrusting up, and she cries out, bracing herself on my shoulders.

I’m almost all the way healed, so it doesn’t hurt when she drags her nails through my chest.

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