Page 106 of On The Rocks

Walking behind the bar, I went to the fridge to grab some more bottles. “Not really. Just keep the vibe light and sexy. Rock the joint out, but put your spin on things.”

Heading back out, my neck twisted as I heard the door open and a voice called,“Heyyyyyyyyy.”

I stopped in my tracks, my pulse thrumming at the sight of my wife standing just inside the door with Tristan.

“Jesus,” I breathed.

Maeve’s stunning cosmic eyes met mine, and she smiled nervously, her hand lifting to check her hair.

My jaw dropped as I took in the vision that was my wife, and I felt my cock thicken. It was like someone had kicked me in the stomach and knocked all the wind out of me.

Her hair was straight but still held a slight curl at the ends that fell in a gleaming sheet around her shoulders. Her features were more defined, and her lips were a glossy, peachy color. But what really knocked me for six were her eyes. They were more made-up than usual, which made the blue-green swirls of her irises shine brightly in the golden light of the bar.

My heart began to race, and I stared at my wife in awe, my legs suddenly feeling unsteady simply because she made me so weak at the goddamned knees.

She must’ve seen how she’d struck me like a bolt of lightning because her eyes sparkled brighter when she studied my dazed expression.

“I’ll take your coat,” I heard Tristan murmur. He moved behind her and slowly slid it from her shoulders.

I caught sight of her dress, and my mind blanked until the only thing that existed at that moment was her. It was the same sage green as my shirt but a few shades lighter. The neckline was low, almost like a corset pushing up her boobs, the thin straps falling off her shoulders. It skimmed down to her waist, past her hips and sweet, soft thighs, stopping just below the knees.

It was a modern take on a fairytale dress, and she looked like a dream in it.

That thing between us sparked to life, and I began to prowl toward her. Everything and everyone fell away until it was only her and me.

Maeve was all I could see... all I could feel.

I reached out, fingers curling around her waist, and tugged her hard against my body. My throat was so dry from the effect she had on me that my tone was just a rasp. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful, wife.”

“Callum...” she whispered. Then her eyes locked with mine, and whatever she saw in them made her voice trail off.

I took her hand and pressed it to my chest, where she could feel my heart thudding. “Feel that?”

She nodded, and her eyes glazed over with emotion.

I covered her fingers with mine and murmured, “It beats for you.”

“Callum,” she whispered again.

“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” I asked. “Do you get what I’m saying—what I’m feeling?”

Her eyes darted between mine. “I think so.”

“Buaileann mo chroí duit,”I murmured, then just to drive the point home, I repeated it in a way she could understand, “My heart beats for you.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “That’s beautiful.”

“It’s true.” I nuzzled her nose with mine. “You saved me.”

“From what?” she asked softly.

I grinned. “From myself.”

Right on cue, a loud thud sounded from the stage, breaking our spell.

Maeve looked up at me dreamily. “Oh. The band’s here.”

“I’m not surprised you didn’t notice, my fairy princess,” Tristan murmured from the door where he’d no doubt been observing us. “If a handsome Irish stallion whispered sweet nothings in my ear, I think my brain would turn to goo, too.”

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