Page 81 of The Irish Arrangement

“And a doting grandmother.”

She leaned up and frowned.

I wished I could say our baby would have a grandfather, too, but I wasn’t optimistic that Dad would last that long.

“What?” She shook her head. “I… I don’t understand. Your mother passed away long ago, and my mom…”

“Will soon be healthy and hardy to welcome her grandchild into this world too.”

She opened her eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

“I took over all her debt.” It was nothing, a chunk of change with my wealth, but it meant a world of difference to her. “I visited her doctors and the staff in charge of her care. She’s doing fine with the slight respiratory infection that landed her in the hospital. So fine that she didn’t hesitate to warn me that I must treat her one and only daughter well.”

Gaping at me, she seemed unable to move.

“She clearly learned her lesson about mixing with Mob men.” I grunted a laugh, unable to resist touching my wife. Up and down, I rubbed my hands over her ass cheeks as I explained. “She wanted to know what I was there for, and I told her all of it. That you’d married me to pay off her debts. That Shane lied to you.”

She swallowed hard. “All of it?”

I nodded. “All of it. She was protective, worried about you with someone like me, but I explained that you weren’t ‘mixing’ with me or having a fling like she had with your father. I made sure she understood that you are my wife.” I pulled her down for a hard, sound kiss, earning a sexy mewl. “And you will be my wife until we both grow old together and die.”

She dipped low to kiss me harder.

“I’ve taken on her bills, and she will receive her kidney transplant next week. As soon as she is cleared from this respiratory concern, she will be transported for the surgery.”

“Declan…” She lowered to kiss me again, slow and sweet. “I don’t know how to ever thank you.”

I chuckled, rubbing her ass and reveling in her soft skin. “Thank me?”

She nodded.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m your husband. You are my family.”

Again, she laid her lips on mine. I gripped her ass and pulled her down on me.

Sitting up abruptly, she tugged my pants off, and I removed my shirt.

But I didn’t want her to resort to sex just yet. It was a foolproof way for us to be close and connect, but I wasn’t finished explaining.

As she straddled me, kissing me and rubbing her moist pussy over me, I held back and growled.

“You are my wife, Cara. And I wish you could understand how much you matter to be able to tell me all of that.”

She sighed against my lips, pressing her weight to my dick. “I did tell you.”

“Later,” I argued.

“I was too scared to tell you sooner. I didn’t know… I wasn’t aware that I could love you so much. That we would click and make sense like this.” She cut herself off, kissing me again as she ground over me.

“And once I realized that you had my heart, I did tell you, because I hated to think of hurting you or deceiving you.”

I exhaled a long breath of relief. Those sweet, sincere words meant the world to me.

“Do you understand now, Cara?”

She raised her brows.

“Do you understand that I love you?” I angled my dick up toward her entrance, sliding in slowly.

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