When Conor shot Camden a look, Ozzy Osbourne morphed into Noxxious—his favorite band, and who Camden and Savannah’s father played for.
Unlike Savannah who’d gone into the entertainment industry as a journalist, Camden was a rockstar too.
“I wouldn’t worry about her canceling,” Camden told him. “Savvie’s a bitch but she got the tantrum out of her system.”
Aidan’s shoulders wriggled. “You don’t want to hear this, Camden, but I’ll spank her ass until it’s red then I’ll fireman’s lift her down the fucking aisle if need be.”
Camden mused, “She probably needs a good spanking. She always was more vinegar than honey.”
“Well, this conversation got weird fast.”
I smiled at Declan’s grumble.
When the door popped open, and I saw Aoife’s face drift into view, I wandered over there, trying to keep it low key and probably failing. Camden had broken some of the tension and they were all shooting the shit as I left, so no one noticed my departure.
“Sweetheart?”
She peered into the room. “Jake?”
“With Grammy.”
Distaste flickered in her gaze, but she nodded her understanding.
Jake loved Lena.
There was no fighting that, and because my wife was a goddamn angel, she didn’t try.
Every other Wednesday, Lena came into the city and I took Jake back to the penthouse so they could spend some time together.
Was it awkward? Yeah.
Was it all my fault? Yeah.
“My dad messaged me.”
Studying her expression, I asked, “Is everything okay?”
“I want to start talking to him again.”
Cupping her cheek, I nodded. “I think that’s for the best.”
“You do?” She bit her lip. “I thought you’d fight me on this.”
“I might have before… There’s more to what went down with him and your mom than you know.”
“I told him as much and he agreed.” Her chin jerked up. “I don’t need your permission.”
“I know you don’t,” I said calmly, watching as she relaxed some at my statement. Frowning, I asked again, “You okay, baby?”
She swallowed, stared up at me, then, without answering, grabbed my hand.
“Where are we going?” I rumbled when she dragged me down a hallway that I knew led to a suite of rooms.
She raised her chin. “I want to try something.”
Blinking, I shrugged. “Fine.”
When she shoved open a door and strolled into it, I closed it behind me then jerked in surprise as she flung herself at me.
Aoife usually let me instigate things, but that she came to me here, now, fuck, it made my dick ache.
Her mouth tore at mine, teeth and tongue fighting fire with fire as she dominated the kiss. Her hands went to my belt and her fingers found my cock.
I was crazy hard already, not just after months of abstinence but because this was her, coming onto me after the crap we’d been through.
Her fingers grabbed a firm hold of my cock, and I groaned as she jacked me off. Her lips pulled away from mine and she pressed heated kisses against my chin and down to my throat.
When she bit me there, I jerked in surprise because that was my signature move, not hers, and then she rasped, “You’re mine, Finn. You’re mine.”
“I know I am, babe. I know I am.”
Her grunt had me lifting my hands to cup her head, to hold her in place as I devoured her mouth, thrusting my tongue against hers this time, feeding her passion, stoking the flames.
Dropping one hand to her hips, I started to drag up her maxi skirt. When my fingers found her skin, skin that was silkier than her expensive dress, I groaned as I delved between her legs.
Rubbing against the crotch of her panties, I found slick heat, and I pulled back to rasp, “Baby, are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” she whispered. “I need you.”
I didn’t want to argue—did I look like an idiot? But fuck.
“What brought this on?”
She arched onto tiptoe to try to kiss me again, but I stilled her by rubbing her clit, hard and fast, and then stopping my ministrations. She moaned and ground down against my fingers.
“Don’t stop.”
“I’ll start again when you tell me what’s going on,” I breathed against her lips.
“Jen was…” She gulped, rocked her hips. “She…”
“What did she do, baby?”
“Made me think I’m not adventurous enough. That I should… start things more.”
I blinked down at her. “Since when do you listen to her about our sex life?”
“I don’t bore you?” she asked hesitantly.
“Baby, if you rocked my fucking world more than you did, you’d send me into a coma.”
A startled laugh escaped her.
I started backing her toward the bed, not stopping until her ass was against it. When she tumbled down onto it, I loomed over her, dragging her skirts up, letting my fingers trail along her calves and thighs as I did so.
When I was done, I pressed my hands on either side of her head then rumbled, “You don’t go to her for shit like that. You come to me.”
She smiled at me as her hand went between her legs, and she started playing with her clit. “That’s exactly what I did. I left Savannah, who’s having a hair crisis, and Jen, who’s bitching because her dress doesn’t fit now, and I came to you.”
She couldn’t have said anything more likely to make me explode. Her words, her trust, combined with the way she was touching herself, set me on fucking fire.
I pressed myself against her then let our mouths do the talking.
As she explored me, I explored her. We ate at each other, devoured and tasted and savored, and when she was wriggling against me, her hips rocking back and forth like mad, I pulled back to rasp, “You are the sexiest woman on this fucking planet, Aoife.”
Heat lit up in her eyes. “I love you, Finn.”
“I fucking love you, baby,” I whispered, then I groaned when she grabbed my dick and rubbed it against her slit.
“Show me you love me,” she moaned. “Show me.” Her pupils took up most of her irises, and I drowned in them as I slowly thrust into her.
And as I did, as we united, it felt like coming home but as if home had changed.
Had gotten better.
There was nothing between us now.
Nothing.
We had nothing holding us back, nothing keeping us in the past, nothing to stop us from heading forward into the future.
Her head tipped back, her gaze finally breaking free of mine, and I took advantage to maul her throat. To give her the hickey I wanted to see there all damn day.
As I made love to her, I branded her, then I fucked her mouth, giving her a taste of my roughness.
That wasn’t for this time, maybe not the next, but we were walking back toward each other, toward a brighter tomorrow.
And that was when I pressed my forehead to hers and vowed:
“I, Finn O’Grady, take you, Aoife O’Grady, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”
A shocked breath escaped her, and I felt her cunt clamp down on my dick, the beginnings of an orgasm stirring to life as she moaned, “I, Aoife O’Grady, take you, Finn O’Grady, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”