Page 74 of Shattered Union

"Denny," she whispers, and I know things between us are going to be okay.

I slam my lips down onto hers. I'm like a starved man. I feast on her mouth, savouring every taste. God, it's been too fucking long since I've had her, since she's been where she belongs. At my side.

Her little moan has my dick standing to attention. Fuck, I love that sound. I knead her arse cheeks as she rubs herself against my erection. Her arms tighten around my neck, and I lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist. I slant my head and take her mouth harder, letting her know just how much I've fucking missed her.

She's clawing at me. My woman's fucking hot and horny and as much as I'd love to sink into her, I can't. The kids are here and there's no way I'm scarring them anymore than I already have. As much as I hate to do it, I pull back and end the kiss. Callie whimpers as she clings to me. I walk toward the island and put her arse to it. Her legs are still tight around my waist.

Her lips are swollen and pink, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with lust. She looks utterly fuckable and I wish I could do exactly that.

"Mo ghrá, talk to me, what are you thinking?" I need her to say whatever the hell she's thinking. The last time we were together like this, she kicked me out.

"I've missed you. I really have. It was why I was leaving. I hated I was around you but couldn't be with you," she whispers, her words slicing through me. "But after speaking with Stephen, I realised he was right. If I didn't give us another chance, I'd regret it."

Jesus Christ. Never did I think Stephen Maguire would dish out advice on love.

"I love you, but you hurt me."

I rest my forehead against hers. "I know—"

"But I also understand why you did it. I would have been disappointed in you if you had chosen me over your son. You were put in a situation where you had only one choice. I just wish I hadn't been blindsided. I told you from the beginning, Denny. No lies and no cheaters."

"I never cheated on you, not fucking once." I may be a lot of fucking things, but never that.

She nods. "I know that. You explained it all to me, but you still hurt me. You lied to me."

"I did. What would you have done if you knew about the situation from the start?" Her silence is more than enough of an answer. "You would have ran and I couldn't and won't ever let that happen."

"Where do we go from here?" she asks.

"For me, this answer is simple. I want you," I tell her. "I want you in my life, at my side, every fucking day."

"Denny," she whispers, tears coating her eyes.

"What do you want?"

"You," the answer comes out swiftly and confidently.

"Mo ghrá, don't you know, you already have me."

Her smile is blinding. “I love you, Denny. No more lies, no more secrets. I won’t forgive you the next time.”

“No more lies and secrets.”

She runs her fingers through my hair. “Did Chloe tell you I found a house?”

“No,” I shake my head. “She doesn’t really tell me much.”

“Well, I did, and it’s fecking huge. It has ten bedrooms.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s sale agreed, and the owner has agreed to let me move in at the beginning of the month and pay rent until the sale goes through.”

“Ten bedrooms?” I ask, wondering why the hell she bought such a big house.

She doesn’t stop running her fingers through my hair. “Denny,” she begins cautiously. “As you noticed, my family tends to drop by unannounced. That happens a lot. Not to mention, if we overcome this hiccup, you’ll be moving in with me. That’s five kids plus us. Not to mention your other three children when they want to stop by.”

Fucking hell. She’s buying a house for us all.

“How much?” I ask her.

She glares at me. “None of your business. Now, am I going to meet your children or are we going to stand here all day?”

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