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She sounds so sad, but little does she know that I’ll more than make up for it.

“It’ll be okay,mo chroi.”

“But it’s my birthday tomorrow, and I was excited to see them.”

I tip her chin up and kiss her lips softly before deepening the embrace, and when she comes up for air, her eyes are shining.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be okay. Trust me.”

She presses her lips together and nods. “Okay. How long until we land?”

“About an hour. Take a quick nap.”

“Do you want to go back to the bed and lie down?” she asks but snuggles closer, burrowing in.

“No. We’re fine right here.” I kiss her head again. I can’t keep my hands or my lips off this woman. My cock would like in on that action too, but Miller and Simon are nearby. “Sleep for a while.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

CONNOR

Billie’s right. I do love being in Galway, but I missed being with her, in our bed, in Montana. Maybe I’m becoming a sentimental arse, but we have memories in this bed. A history here.

This house, here in this town, is our home.

It’s my angel’s birthday, and she’s sleeping soundly next to me. Last night, she insisted on unpacking her things herself and putting everything away just so—she’s particular about her clothes—and it was darling to watch her coo and fuss over her pretty new finds from New York. Then we ordered in dinner from Old Town Pizza and curled up to watch a movie before we slept.

Jet lag is a bloody bitch.

But now, it’s her special day, and I’m going to make it unforgettable.

Her skin is warm and smooth as I urge her onto her back and kiss her neck. She whimpers as she stretches her arms over her head, and I pull a nipple into my mouth asmy hand roams down her soft stomach, over her thigh, and back up again.

“Good morning,” she murmurs, her raspy voice full of sleep as her fingers weave into my hair.

“Aye, it is,” I agree, kissing down her rib cage, her legs scissoring, my cock stirring when she gasps. “The best day of the goddamn year because you were born on it.”

I nudge my shoulders between her thighs, spreading her open, and skim my fingers through her already soaked lips.

“So wet for me,a ghrá.” I have to taste her, to consume her. I drag my tongue through her slit, up to her hard bundle of nerves. As I push two fingers inside her heat, she lifts her hips and moans.

“God, Connor.”

“Aye, baby.” Curling my fingers up, making acome-heremotion, I rub over that rough spot that makes her lose her bloody mind. “Come on my mouth. You’re such a good fecking girl.”

Her walls clench around me, and she lets go, flooding my hand with her release. I growl as I sop her up, loving every sound, every shiver coming from her spectacular body.

Pulling back, I grip her thighs and flip her over, pull her hips back, and bite her arse before landing a loudcrackwith my palm.

“Fuck yes,” she moans, making me grin.

My girl likes it a little rough.

Fisting my dick, I drag the crown up and down, from her clit to her tight ring of muscle, and back again.

“Is this what you want, angel?”

“Yes. Please.”

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