Page 90 of Vengeful Vows

“Declan,” she breathes, and the sound of my name on her lips makes me thrust harder, the glide getting easier as she gets wetter, closer to her orgasm.

It’s quick and hard and not intimate at all, but when we both finish, almost in unison, I lean down to kiss the bites I’ve left on her shoulder and the side of her neck.

“Come and get me when you get home,” she murmurs as I step out of the shower.

“Just try and stop me.” I lean back into the shower to kiss her goodbye.

It does help, seeing Bree before I go out, because I’m reminded again that I do care for her. I don’t know if it’s love, exactly, because of the way it started, because I’ve never felt this way about any other woman.

When I arrive at Kelley’s pub, Cillian is already there, but Kael is nowhere to be found.

I frown.

“You’re late,” Cillian says, sounding slightly drunk. “Kael and I started without you.”

I blink. “Kael is taking shots with you?”

“I know, right? I guess he missed us.” He laughs, and Kael comes out of the bathroom to stand at the bar. He orders us a round of vodka shots, top shelf, before he greets me. He grins and claps me on the shoulder. “I’ve heard that congratulations are in order.”

“I don’t know about that,” I say, but his grin is contagious and soon I’m smiling back.

We take down our shots, and Cillian is already eyeing a redhead on the dance floor.

“No girls tonight,” Kael warns. “Just us guys.”

“No girls?” Cillian pouts.

“That’s probably for the best,” I say, sipping my beer. Beer and shots, maybe a few Irish car bombs, are our usual drinks of choice.

“Since you’re a married man and all,” Kael teases. “How did that happen, anyway?”

“Ask my da,” I say flatly, but I feel a little bad that I’m not exactly telling Kael the truth.

I sigh. “She’s a Murphy.”

Kael’s eyes widen. “I’d heard you got married, and that Niall was pissed, but I didn’t put it together. How the hell did that happen?”

“It started out as a plan to piss Niall off,” Cillian says helpfully, and I glare at him for running his mouth, but he’s drunk and doesn’t notice. “But I think our boy has feelings.”

“Shut up,” I growl, but Kael is looking at me, eyes squinted.

“I can’t believe that out of the three of us, you’re the one who got married first.”

Cillian scoffs. “Wasn’t going to be me.”

“Do you have feelings for her?” Kael asks.

“Yes,” I groan as Cillian orders another round of shots. “I don’t know what to do about it.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Kael says. “You’re married, aren’t you?”

I end up explaining everything to Kael, swearing him to secrecy, and I know he’ll keep to that. I trust him more than anyone in my life other than my family, after all.

Cillian has been known to run his mouth, but he doesn’t know everyone in the clan the way that Kael does.

“Jesus," he mutters after I’m finished. “That’s a lot, man, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.”

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