Page 87 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

“I’ll be leaving in a few minutes. My daughter always needs one last poke into the shops for something she forgot. But remember,I’ll be back early tomorrow. You aren’t to touch a thing.” It’s an order.

I nod. I’m not allowed to do more than direct from a chair or the couch. Tomorrow the house will be full of people from around noon on. Which is why Declan has commanded I get to open a few presents tonight then tomorrow I’ll open the rest in our room before people get here.

Settling my hand on my stomach is done without thought as I eat. I get a kiss on the cheek goodbye from Aoife five minutes later.

As I go back to rest on the sofa, I’m wondering where Declan is and hope he likes his gifts. His birthday is in late January, so it’s the first time I’ve had to shop for him. I followed Aoife’s recommendation for several things, a few new sweaters, a shirt proclaiming his new dad status, and a new watch. But the one thing I didn’t is one of the private things in our room. It’s a photo album of pictures of his mother and father together and separately.

I was speaking with his gran in Ireland and remarking about how few pictures there were in the house of her. She said she knew it hurt Declan’s father to see them. All of them are in the album, but several have been blown up, so I can put them up in his office and around the house. I try not to be bothered that he still keeps his office locked when he’s away from the house. In the end, it’s better for both of us.

My hand roams over my stomach. Huh, I’m only now realizing the baby hasn’t moved much today. I get up and snatch up the baby heart monitor Declan got me a few months ago—another thing to soothe my concern over the baby. Pressing it against my stomach, I sigh with relief to hear the baby’s heart in that fast whooshing I worried over the first time I heard it.

It's fine. I’m sure I’m just out of sorts with Declan out of the house when it feels like he hasn’t needed to be in the last few weeks.

Declan

I come awake to my wife’s mouth on my cock and wonder if I’ve died and gone to heaven. Whipping the covers off me, I find her emerald eyes glittering up at me.

Sucking to the very end, she lets me go with a resounding pop. “Merry Christmas, my dear husband.”

“Merry Christmas, my beautiful wife.”

With a wicked smile her mouth is back on me. Fucking hell. She’s humming with pleasure driving me to the edge too damn quickly. No, damn it. I want more time. This is too good to end.

But I don’t get more time. She takes my balls into her mouth and jacks me the way she knows I love. It feels like two minutes before I’m warning her that I’m coming.

She’s back to sucking those three inches as hard as she can while both hands work me. I come with a groan of her name.

I’m trying to open my eyes when she settles against me, wrapping my arm around her. I squeeze her tight and press a kiss to her temple.

“Thank you,” I murmur once I find my voice again.

“You’re welcome. I did it for me as much as you.”

“Best Christmas ever.”

Her eyes areglittering. “Really?”

I nod. “Even without our son.” I press a hand to his kicking foot. “Waking up to you is better than the year I got my car or even the year my mother taught me to ride a bike on the bike I was pleading months for.”

“Hmm…me too. Even better than the year my mom got me the cat I was pleading for, and not because I ended up allergic to it either. This is better because ever since you told me you loved me, I’ve wondered if this was all an amazing dream. Today with your son kicking the shit out of me, I’m over being pregnant, and I’m positive this is no dream. Your son has now become as much of a pain as you can be at times.”

Laughing, I cuddle her close. “If it were my girl, she would be a sweetheart, and you’d be worried because you’d barely know she was there.”

“I can’t wait to find out.” She sighs. “Ouch. These earrings are gorgeous but heavy. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in them.”

“They’re as beautiful on you as I thought they would be. I love that they are the color of your eyes when I’m inside you.”

She blushes and buries her face in my chest. “You’re so dirty. Ugh, is that the time already? The house is going to be full before long.”

“Remember, at any time, you can retire up to the bedroom. I don’t want you downstairs longer for a minute than you feel up to.” I’m firm. “You are too close for me to punish you but don’t think a punishment won’t be waiting.” I warn her.

Giggling, she nods. “Yes, dear husband. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

“All right. It’s time for you to open your last presents.”

Pushing up from me, she sighs and slides off the bed. “You didn’t need to get me anything else. I got more than enough. You’re spoiling me.”

“It’s only spoiling if you don’t appreciate it.” I wrap my robe around her, tying it below the large mound of our son. She’s too damn appealing to remain naked. “Now, sit down on the lounge.”

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