Page 74 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

“Ah, come now, love.” His hand at my back gets me into the car.

The city passes by outside me in a rush I don’t take in.

I’m pulled back when his hand goes over mine. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I didn’t expect it. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I get it’s a huge change.”

Grateful he doesn’t press me again. The day passes in a bit of a haze for me. He takes me to the pub with him where we have lunch together. Then we’re at home.

“Now that you have time to focus on it, I want you to change this place in any way you want to make it more your home.”

“Really?” I’m shocked into the moment, my swirling doubts and questions disappearing.

“Of course. I couldn’t care less about the colors on the walls. What I want is you happy with your home. The place hasn’t been changed since before my da died. I’ve thought of updating it a dozen times and didn’t have the time.”

“You’re okay with me changing it to look like your gran’s place?” I smile as his blue eyes darken with heat.

“My gran’s place, a bordello out of the last century, whatever you want.” He assures me.

I tug him upstairs. “It’s been too long since this morning.”

His grin is wicked as he follows me. “There’s my greedy girl.”

This time, when he thrusts home inside me, I wonder if this is it—could Declan be the difference and the one to give me the baby I’ve longed for? A baby boy with his dimples in both cheeks and one in his baby chin…

Only hours later,while we’re still entwined with him inside me the way I love—his phone rings. A language comes out of the phone I've never heard before.

He frowns. But all he says is, "Okay." Before hanging up.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm being called to Ireland."

My heart drops. "Forever?"

His own eyes go wide. "No, god no. It will never happen. I'm sure it has to do with the shit that went down with a cousin..." He sighs. "I was hoping no calls meant it was accepted, but I guess not."

"Let me guess, I can't go with you?"

He runs his face over my cheek. "I'm sorry, baby. No. Please don't leave while I'm gone. I don't know how long it will be. But I want you to be here. I want you all moved in. You can rent your house, sell it, and stash the money—I don’t care. All I want is to be sure when I come home, you’ll be here.”

I nod, and his smile fills me full. "My home is with you, and if I can't be with you, then it's here. I do want to go get some of my things. But I'll be here." His relief soothes all my fears. "When do you leave?"

"I'm to be on the five a.m. flight."

"So soon?" I push up from his hard chest, grinding on his thick cock I adore with my whole body. "Then we’ll have to make the hours count."

Sleepy eyelids sink low until glowing blue are only thin slits. "I can sleep on the plane. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He groans as he reaches up to cup a breast. “If I weren’t worried someone would see them, I would take a thousand pictures of your gorgeous body to use while I’m away for you.”

I openthe door to my house and step inside. Odd how it feels like months instead of weeks since I’ve been here.

Ryan pulls away from the front of my house once he confirms I'm inside. He’s going to get more packing boxes and tape. Since Declan didn’t trust me to not work for too long, Ryan is going to help me over the next few days.

For now, I'm just going to pack what I want, which will be quite a few things. I'll figure out what I'm doing with everything later. The idea of getting rid of my house scares me. Thankfully, Declan understood and wasn’t pushing me to decide right this minute.

Almost an hour later, I assume it’s Ryan at the door, but I see through the peephole it’s two men.

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