Page 160 of On The Rocks

Her dress fell from her shoulders in a way that appeared as if it was part of her body. Tiny lace white and sage flowers were scattered over her bare shoulders and décolletage, becoming more pronounced the lower they went. The wispy, see-through material fit her like a glove, showing off the curve of her elegantneck and the roundness of her beautiful breasts, then skimmed her waist before falling softly to the ground.

My heart exploded.

She was perfect.

Every neck craned, and gasps of admiration went up from the Speed Demons’ women who sat in the second row, mingling with a low wolf whistle coming from the direction of Dischordium and the Kings of Anarchy officers who didn’t even try to hide their high regard for my wife’s beauty.

I took a step forward because I didn’t want her to have to come to me, not ever. I wanted to meet her halfway because that was who we were and what I always wanted us to be. We were a team, a partnership. I wouldn’t keep secrets from my wife ever again. In every decision, we’d meet in the middle.

Starting right now.

My feet moved of their own accord just as a deep growl escaped my throat. There was no thought and no plan, just a yearning to go to my woman.

Maeve’s soft gaze lifted and locked with mine, and she beamed at me with so much joy in her expression that the air swirling around us thickened with emotion.

Patrick leaned down to whisper something in Maeve’s ear, but it was like he’d ceased to exist. She didn’t reply, didn’t even spare him a glance. Her incredible cosmic-blue eyes just remained glued to mine, her lips parting slightly as she watched me approach.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” I heard Ma murmur, and I knew without even looking she was doing the sign of the Holy Cross over her chest.

“What’s he doin’?” I heard Atlas demand.

“He’s claiming his woman,” Donovan answered with a loud whoop.

Suddenly, the congregation came alive. Laughter rang out, and hoots and hollers filled the air, along with shouts of encouragement.

“Go on, Callum,” Kennedy yelled.

“Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus,” Ma cried out. “My son’s an eejit.”

“Nowthat’swhat I’m talkin’ about,” John Stone’s deep voice exclaimed.

As I approached, Maeve’s eyes filled with tears, and she threw her head back and laughed.

Reaching out, I tagged her waist, taking her from the man who was giving her to me. My neck bent, and I kissed the end of her cute little freckled nose, feeling my heart swell in size.

“You’re stunning,” I growled.

Maeve blushed prettily and giggled. “And you’re handsome.”

“Are you ready to do this again, baby?” I rasped, quickly swiping at the tears filling my eyes.

Maeve’s blue-green-silver eyes softened. “I’d marry you every damned day for the rest of my life, Callum O’Shea. I love you, husband.” Her fingers reached for mine, and she pulled my hand until it rested on her soft stomach. Rolling up on her toes, she whispered, “And so will our beautiful, smart, ginger-haired baby who under no circumstances will ever turn out to be an eejit like their da.”

Every muscle in my body froze except for my throat, which started to clench like a motherfucker. “Baby?”

Maeve’s toes rolled back down, and she beamed up at me. “Isn’t itawesome?”

Something hit me in the solar plexus, something beautiful and pure.

My fingers swept up to catch her jaw and angle it so I could look deep into her eyes. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved and ever will love, Maeve O’Shea. You’re my heart and soul. You’remy compass and my conscience. You’re etched inside my bones and always will be.”

“That’sso sweet,” she whispered, then motioned toward Father Michael, who stood waiting for us at the end of the aisle. “You gonna make an honest woman of me again, Callum O’Shea?”

I gave Paddy a cursory chin lift, ignoring his death glare as I proceeded to tug Maeve toward the priest, who took the opportunity to check his watch.

“Do you have another wedding to do after this, Father?” Maeve asked softly.

“No, love,” he replied in his Irish-accented tone, which was pitched in a way so only we could hear. “I just want to get this done so I can go and sample the wonderful cider Atlas here has been telling me so much about.”

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