“I’m sorry for being so…angry with you. I thought coming back would make everything all right. But things are different now.”
I know she means Shay.
“I still need to do my own test.”
But she shakes her head. “He’s yours. I have no doubt about it. Your strength, your courage run through his veins. He is a Kelly. Shay is an amazing kid, and you’re going to be an amazing father.”
The reality of what she says sinks in—I’m a father, to a son who saved the woman I love. I couldn’t be prouder.
“I will never forgive Aoife for what she did, but Shay is…he is something special. A gift.”
I don’t deserve her. She has accepted Shay when some may not have been so forthcoming. This entire situation is far from ideal, but we will make it work because we haven’t come this far to give up now.
Gripping the back of her neck, I draw us together, brow to brow. I don’t speak. I simply allow this moment of peace to shield us from the world. Now that she’s back in my arms, I’ll never let her go again.
Her steady breaths lull me into a comfortable stupor, but when she nudges her nose with mine, I understand she wants more.
“Yer arm,” I whisper against her lips as she comes in for a kiss. I don’t want to hurt her.
“It’s okay. We just need to be careful.”
“I don’t think that I can,” I reply honestly because the moment I taste her, all I can think of is throwing her onto the bed and devouring every inch of her gorgeous flesh.
She doesn’t seem to mind and kisses me softly.
Her lips mold to mine perfectly—they always have. We fit in every way that there is. We’ve shared many kisses, but this one feels different, like this is really it this time. We know the obstacles that face us, but we’ll tackle them together.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’ve found my home.
I walk her backward, guiding her toward the bed. When her knees hit the mattress, she lowers herself onto it, taking me with her. Her arm is still in a cast, but she maneuvers herself backward, laying her head onto the pillow.
I ensure my weight isn’t pressed into her as we continue kissing sluggishly. When she cups my cheek, I recoil instinctively. But she doesn’t let me turn away.
“I’m sorry I don’t have anythin’ nicer to offer you.”
The scar on my face is forever, and although it doesn’t bother me, I’m sure it’s not something Babydoll wishes to glance upon for the rest of her life. It’s a reminder of all the awful things I’ve done.
“Don’t be silly,” she whispers, stroking over the jagged line. The stitches are out, but the wound is far from healed. “I love you—every single part of you.”
Each time she professes her love for me, I feel like a miracle has been performed.
“We’re quite a pair,” she says with a small smile, and her words, they incite something inside me, something I didn’t even know I wanted until now.
“Aye, that we are. I—” I pause, suddenly unsure, but I don’t second-guess myself. This was destined from the first moment we met.
“What?” Her hand trembles on my cheek, revealing her nerves.
I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know what the proper way is. But when I look into Babydoll’s eyes and see nothing but love, I realize this is as natural as breathing.
“Camilla, I want you to…I want ye to be my wife. Will you marry me?” Utter shock rocks her, which has me wetting my lips and adding, “Please.”
I give her a moment or two because this has caught us both unaware.
“I don’t expect you to answer right away. But I—”
“Yes,” she cries, tears filling her eyes. “Yes, I will marry you.”
I never thought a simple word when strung together with others could make me the happiest man alive, but they have.
“Y’ll marry me?” I ask in case we’re lost in translation. But when she nods quickly, tears spilling down her cheeks, I know that we’re both ready to cement our union—once and for all.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” She half laughs, half sobs, and I think that’s a good thing.
Happiness I’ve never felt before tackles me swiftly, and I sit up, suddenly light-headed. Babydoll sits up and straddles me, sensing my emotions. “I want to be your wife. I want to be a Kelly.”
Her admission has pride filling my lungs, and I exhale a shaky breath.
If we do this, then she’s a Doyle no more…and that thought gets me harder than a fucking rock.
“I promise to make ye the happiest woman alive. Well, I’ll try.”
“You already have.”
I can’t take it any longer. I need her, all of her, before I fucking explode.
I slam my mouth over hers, and she kisses me back with urgency. She wraps the arm that isn’t in a cast around my nape, pressing us closer because she feels it too. No matter how close we are, it’s never enough.
Being her husband will help close the void, but I will always want more; I’ll never have my fill. She is a drug made solely for me, and I’m an addict, desperate for his next hit.
“Fuck me,” she pants against my lips.
I appreciate that although this moment is filled with love, she still refers to our lovemaking this way. But that’s who we are—our passion is carnal, brutal, and depraved. And that won’t change.
I unsnap the button on her jeans and slide my hand inside her underwear. When I feel her hot, wet flesh, we both moan because it doesn’t get any better than this. I commence fucking her with my fingers while she bounces against my touch.
I don’t want to hurt her and the only way this will work with her arm in a cast is if she fucks me…and my face.
Removing my fingers, I quickly yank down her jeans and underwear, hinting I want her naked, and I want it now. I help her undress, and the moment her bottom half is bare, I flip us over and coax her to sit on my face.
She lowers herself onto my mouth, and the moment her pussy touches my lips, I fucking eat her alive. Her cunt is on fire, and when she rubs herself back and forth, back and forth, I’m certain we will both explode. I fuck her with my tongue and lips, latching onto her hips and encouraging her to ride me faster and harder.
She arches her back and begins to rotate her hips while I peer up at her. She can clearly see what I’m doing to her, which I know is why she changed position. I reach around and smack her arse—hard, which has her bouncing against me with a moan.
“More.”
I do as she asks and strike her voluptuous arse once more.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.”
Those words are just as hot as her telling me she’ll marry me.
I suckle over her clit, which has her throwing her head back and screaming a guttural cry. Her body trembles as she chases her orgasm, but I don’t stop. I continue fucking her with my mouth, milking every last tremor from her.
I’m in heaven as she is slathered all over me, but when she shifts off my face and frantically tears at my shirt, I know this has only just begun.
She tries to take off her T-shirt, but because of the cast, she can’t.
“Is this yer favorite shirt?”
She looks at me confused but shakes her head.