Page 156 of On The Rocks

“No,” I yelled through the sound of the rain beating into the ground. “I need my husband.”

With my body poised and ready, I turned toward the gym and began to run.

The thud of my footsteps pounded off the concrete path that led up Main Street. High heels slapping on concrete echoed along with my frantic breaths. My heart raced, adrenaline making the blood roar in my ears. I pumped my arms as hard as I could, adding momentum to my sprint.

I caught a flash of movement ahead, and my heart leaped into my throat. “Callum!” I screeched, my sprint slowing as I checked for cars before racing across the street. “Stop!”

“Maeve?” I heard him bellow.

“Callum!” I yelled back. “Slow down.”

The flash of movement turned into a big, hulking shadow, and then, finally, my husband came into full view. My feet faltered as suddenly, my Usain Bolt sprint caught up with me and my hand went to my side where a sharp pain took my breath away.

“You okay?” Callum demanded, reaching out to catch hold of me as I almost collapsed. “Baby. What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

My breath sawed in and out. “I’ve got a stitch,” I croaked, trying to suck air into my lungs. “Fecking hurts.”

Callum’s eyes rounded, his expression turning incredulous. “Why are you running around fucking Hambleton like you’re running from the law? Jesus, you could’ve fallen arse over tit and hurt yourself.”

I gestured back toward the bar, trying to catch my breath. “My room. It’s grand. Thank you.”

“Jesus, Maeve.” He let out a sexy growl. “You’re a fucking nut.”

I leaped at my husband and fused my mouth to his in a hot, wet kiss.

He emitted another growl, and then his hands were on my ass, tugging me into his body until we were molded together. His lips were soft, and his breath minty. Nobody made me feel the way Callum O’Shea did, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

My husband set my soul alight.

I kissed him harder, and I felt my nipples pebble. A whimper left my throat as his thick, hard cock dug into my lower belly. My mind blanked. All I could feel was Callum’s tongue pressing against mine. His fresh laundry scent filled my senses, and my pussy clenched with need for my gorgeous husband.

He broke the kiss. “Baby,” he rasped, rain teeming down on us while our shallow breaths mingled together.

“Come home,” I whispered. “Please.”

His eyes visibly misted, and for a second, I thought he’d lose it, but instead, he croaked, “Are you sure?”

I beamed up at him. “A thousand percent. Come home, Callum.”

Something swirled between us, a feeling that settled inside my belly and made me warm. My heart fluttered with love for this complicated but kind and generous man.

I’d been lost without Callum, but I was glad I got the time to find my strength again. It wasn’t that I excused what he did, but he’d learned from it and grown as a person and a husband. All he’d done since we’d been apart was to try to show me how much he loved me and wanted to change.

“I love you, Maeve,” he whispered against my mouth.

My heart filled with emotion, and I whispered back, “I love you too.”

My arms snaked instinctivelyaround my husband’s neck, and I pulled him closer, molding my body to his. The second we’d gotten home, he pulled me into the shower and washed the rain and the cold from our bodies. After making me come with his fingers, he washed me clean, dried me off, and took me to bed.

Callum touched his mouth to the skin of my jaw, peppering kisses down my throat.

I squeezed my eyes closed as his hand began to trail a descent until he reached my breast and gently pulled at my nipple. A shiver ran down my spine as his lips sucked gently on my neck. Wet pooled between my thighs, making me think I was about to explode.

His voice was a rumble in his chest. “I wanna eat.”

I bit back a moan, loving Callum’s dirty mouth, and my pussy wept at how empty it felt without his cock inside me.

Blue eyes, darkening with desire, caught mine, and our gazes locked.

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