Page 142 of Vengeful Vows

Bree chose not to invite anyone from the Murphy side of the family. She did try reaching out to her brother, but never heard back from him.

Her father, of course, was never even a possibility. She told me more than once that she wouldn’t want him here even if things were on better terms with our families.

Some of her aunts and cousins from her mother’s side are here, though, and they are as nice as supportive as can be.

Bree seems anxious as we get into the limo to go to the airport, and I frown, cupping her face in my hands.

She sighs. “I know it seems stupid,” she starts. “But I had this dream, back when we were fighting. We were on a beach and… You slipped away from me. Told me I’d never be a Burke. And now I…”

I smile. “Well, too late now, since you just married me and I’m never letting you go ever again. Besides, don’t worry. We’re not going to a beach.”

Her eyes widen. “We’re not?”

I shake my head. “The opposite, actually. I’m taking you to the mountains.”

“Oh, thank god,” she blurts out, and I laugh.

“Do you really think that if we went to the beach, I’d leave you?”

“I don’t know!” she exclaims. “It just scared me, that’s all.”

I kiss her, smiling against her lips. “It’ll take more than a little sand to make me stop loving you, Bree Burke.”

The mountains are snow-topped and beautiful, and Bree’s all bundled up in a parka and long johns, looking cute as a button.

“Maybe we should have chosen the beach,” I comment. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

She grins, darting inside toward the bedroom. “Guess you’ll have to get me out of them.”

I laugh as I peel layer upon layer of clothes off her.

“Jesus, you’re wearing the whole closet.”

She snorts out a laugh. “Consider me a very well-wrapped present.”

“Best present ever.”

The heat is on full blast when I finally get both of us out of our clothes, and I move down her body, pressing my face into her sex and inhaling with a moan.

“Don’t tease,” she whines, and I latch around her clit immediately, pumping two fingers in and out of her until her thighs are trembling.

I take my time after her first orgasm, making her come twice more before I cover her with my body.

My erection presses against her thigh, and she reaches down, taking me in hand.

She pumps her fist slowly, and I grit my teeth.

“This is going to be over too soon if you keep doing that,” I breathe.

She grins, spreading her thighs, and I spear into her, fucking her rough and fast.

We have all the time in the world to make love, but it's been a day since I’ve been inside her, and I missed being surrounded by her heat.

She arches her back, crying out my name against my mouth, and I roll my hips into hers, looking into her hazel eyes. There’s such love and lust in them I could get lost.

When it’s over and she’s panting against me, wrapped around me with her head on my chest like a little puzzle piece, I kiss her forehead.

“Declan?”

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