Page 118 of On The Rocks

“I had no intention of dancing with him,” she assured me.

My chin dipped, and I stared into her cosmic eyes. “Nobody touches you except me, wife.”

“Good,” she breathed, her eyes flicking between mine. “’Cause I don’t want anyone but me touching you either. It’s not only you who gets jealous, you know.”

My lips caught her neck, and I nipped gently. “You drive me mad, Maeve. Your smile, your laugh, that dress, everything about you makes me crazy. I can’t wait to take you upstairs and peel that sexy little fucker off you until you’re stood in your heels and nothing else. I’m gonna make you moan all night.” I felt the shiver run through her body and smiled into her skin.

“I wanna take you in my mouth,” she whispered.

My cock reared up, and I groaned into her neck. Maeve never talked dirty—she was too shy. Other women had said stuff way more graphic to me but the fact my wife said that shit when it was clearly so far out of her comfort zone made it all the sexier.

“I can feel how hard you are,” she breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

My eyes closed, and I willed my dick to calm the fuck down.

“I’ve never given a blowjob before,” she told me softly, her fingers tracing my jawline with a featherlight touch. “Will you teach me?”

Every drop of blood in my body seemed to rush to my cock, and I let out a quiet curse.

Maeve pulled back to look into my eyes again. “Don’t you want that?”

“Baby,” I replied, my tone husky with need. “I’ll let you practice sucking my cock all fucking week if you want.”

“Awesome.” She shot me a cheeky wink. “Thanks for that.”

A bubble of laughter rose through my chest. Only my cute wife would thank me for allowing her to blow me for hours. She was a fucking nut, and I loved her so much my heart was consumed with it.

The night had been perfect—except for Shannon and Carl fucking Tucker—but even they couldn’t cast a cloud on our success. The Shamrock was going to make it; I could feel it in my bones, and Maeve would be by my side all the way, the same way I’d be by hers.

My throat clogged with emotion, and I sent up a word of thanks to my da. He’d gotten my ass into gear even from beyond the grave by bringing me Maeve and giving me no choice but to sit up and see everything she was and everything she could be to me. I couldn’t imagine any of this without her; I didn’t want to either, because the thought of her not being part of my life made me physically ache.

Tomorrow, I’d sit her down and tell her everything, but Maeve deserved one night. She’d worked so hard in making the Shamrock such a success. Plus, I knew what I had to say would upset her, hurt her even, and I wanted to avoid it for as long as I could.

She deserved so much more, but I was going to make everything up to her.

Losing Maeve wasn’t an option.

CHAPTER 24

MAEVE

The click of the lock echoed through the bar, and I released a deep breath, sinking into the huge leather couch and allowing my shoulders to finally relax.

We’d done it.

Our opening night had been a resounding success.

It was two A.M. The band had gone, the last of the customers had left for the night, the glasses had been collected and put through the washer, and the cash registers had been counted.

We held a new record for the highest takings in one night, and our staff were delighted with their tips. Everybody loved the bar’s fresh look and drinks. The place had buzzed with excitement from the minute we opened the doors to when we called goodnight, and I couldn’t wait to do it all over again the next weekend and the one after that.

This was my life now, and it wasn’t where I thought I’d ever be, but I never wanted to be anywhere else but at my husband’s side, not while there was breath in my body, and even after that.

The soft strains of Van Morrison’s voice singing the opening lines to “Crazy Love” warbled over the stereo system, and my gaze lifted to see Callum standing before me with his hand outstretched, smiling down at me. “We never got to dance, wife.”

I placed my fingers in his and he pulled me gently to my feet. One hand curled around mine and he brought my knuckles to his lips to kiss them while his other hand grasped my waist.

A giggle escaped my throat as he twirled me gently, then dipped me backward before pulling me up into his hard, strong chest and touching his mouth to mine.

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