Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
My heart pings as it’s not lost on me that Lucia would be a little younger than him. Quickly, I change my line of thinking, not wanting to bring the mood down. It’s just that the ache is never ending.
It’s like sending your child off to school and not getting to say goodbye or have a nice day. Then you sit for the whole day waiting for them to come through the door so you can hold them and make it right. However, I will never get that opportunity with her.
Shaking my thoughts off, a smile comes to my lips as the adults outside release a loud cheer as the music playing changes to R&B. The girls and I look at each other curiously. With Danny on my hip and his head on my shoulder, I head out back to see what’s going on.
Val and Pam are right beside me. “New Flame” by Chris Brown and Usher is blaring from the speakers. Dancing in the center of our huge deck is Joe Black, holding Cass close while Noah and Bean are a few paces away.
“Oww, get it, Joe,” Pam sings as Joe starts to sway and snake his body as he guides Cass to move with him while he two-steps.
Not to be outdone by his parents, Noah spins a pregnant Bean out and pulls her back in with her back to his front, doing a two-step of his own.
I can’t help smiling from ear to ear. I look around and smile wider. These are my people.
I couldn’t ask for better friends and family. With Danny still in my arms, I find my husband holding our two-year-old and dance over to him.
Placing the kids on their feet, we join in on the fun. LaSalle pulls me to him and starts his own two-step. I lift a brow and bite my lip.
That’s my man.
Dean
“Has LaSalle mentioned anything about Sammy?” I ask as Ronan steps back out of the bathroom after relieving himself.
“Aye, the lads are discussing his gift and how to help him. The lad is something else.”
“I want to help him.”
He wraps his arms around me and starts to back me toward one of the guest rooms in Tasha and LaSalle’s home. Having a two-year-old has been interesting lately. Danny is the world’s biggest cockblocker.
There are children who come running when they hear you open a snack. Then there is our son. Danny comes running the moment Ronan takes a kiss further than a peck.
Even while in Ireland, we couldn’t find a moment to ourselves. Not that Laoise and Cianán didn’t try to give us time alone. Danny just wasn’t having it.
We came home two weeks before Danny to get some time together, but work has had our attention. I’ve been so horny the last three days, but whenever my husband gets ready to beat the brakes off this pussy, here comes our little brat. I love my son something fierce, but damn. Can we have a minute?
And to think, I really want another baby. I don’t know how I’m going to get one like this and neither of us are getting any younger.
“Aye, we will, but for now, I need ya to help me.”
“And how can I do that, Mr. McGowan?”
Stopping outside the door to one of the rooms, he takes a step back with his hands still on my hips as he looks me over. A lot has changed over the last two years. I’ve allowed my natural hair color to grow out.
My hair is now a few inches past my shoulders, thanks to Reese’s girl, Alee. Today it’s down in loose barrel curls around my face in all its carrot-red glory.
I went with a black tunic dress with slits on both sides, wanting to feel like an attractive grown woman rather than looking like a college teenager with a ponytail and Cheez doodles–stained T-shirt and sweatpants. The way my husband is looking at me makes me feel like I got it right.
I feel desired and less like an author mom covered in dog hair and baby snacks. Since the Alliance has pretty much settled into place, I haven’t been Danika often. That includes her wardrobe.
“I need a good shag, Mrs. McGowan. Let me fuck ya breathless while Danny is distracted from keeping my pants dry as a bone.”
I laugh as his words mirror my thoughts. Before I can say another word, Ronan takes my lips in a passionate kiss.
Locking my hands in his hair, I moan into his mouth. He opens the door at my back and pushes me into the room. Once the door is closed behind us, he lifts me onto his waist while devouring my mouth.
This man’s kisses are still as intoxicating as they were when we first kissed. Our connection is as strong as ever. I didn’t think I could love Ronan any more than I did when I first married him.