I slapped his chest, and girlie shrieked. “What are you doing?”
“We’reshowering.” His arms tightened securely around me, and I felt the heat from his chest sinking through my skin as he moved into the bathroom, gently setting me back on my feet and leaning over me to turn on the shower.
He bent down, and his lips caught mine again, the pressure light and playful. He nipped at my bottom lip and sucked it gently before raising his head again.
Steam already billowed, fogging up the bathroom. He moved me out of the way so he could turn the heat dial down and test the water temperature. Then he yanked his underwear off, making my breath catch.
With a flick of his chin, he silently ordered me to do the same, which I did, but only after pressing my hand to my throat and widening my eyes to make a show of being scandalized.
Smiling, he stepped into the cubicle first, and I followed, wrapping my arms around his slick, muscular torso. I pressed my cheek against his back, loving the way the water beaded and ran down his tattooed skin. He was warm and solid, and somehow touching him made me feel grounded again.
Donovan leaned with one hand flat against the tiled wall while the other hand lowered and grasped his semi-hard cock. Then, bowing his head, he closed his eyes while I kissed his spine and rubbed shower gel into his skin as he stroked himself to orgasm.
When Donovan’s soft grunts alerted me to the fact that he was close, I slid my hands around to his front and gently squeezed his balls, pressing my breasts against his back. “Comefor me, honey,” I breathed, squeezing him a little harder, loving the way his dick hardened even more and his balls pulled taut.
With a groan, he threw his head back and cursed softly as he began to climax.
I held tightly onto him, urging him on while he fucked his hand. Ropes of cum began to hit the tiled shower wall, and his hips bucked rhythmically as I ran my fingers all over him, feeling every inch of his warm skin.
Eventually, his strokes slowed. Opening his eyes, he swiveled his neck around and peered at me over his shoulder. “How the fuck did I just come harder than a damned freight train when I didn’t even get to fuck you?”
“Tell me about it,” I answered softly. “I experienced the same thing not ten minutes ago.”
He chuckled and turned his body toward mine, sliding his arms over my shoulders and gathering me close until his muscled biceps wrapped around my neck. Looking down, he kissed me softly on the lips. “Best day ever. Got you and my girl, and we’re going home to start our new chapter, Rosie Posy. It’s not gonna be perfect, but I’m determined to make it as pretty damned close to perfect as I can for at least ninety-five percent of the time.”
It was crazy, but I believed him.
Over the years, I’d been subjected to liars, cheats, and assholes, so I recognized the decent men when I saw them.
And there was no question in my mind that Donovan O’Shea was decent down to the core.
CHAPTER 12
DONOVAN
The second we hit the road heading into Hambleton, my shoulders sagged.
It had taken us just under six hours to drive from Scottsbluff, and I was relieved to finally get home and settle my baby girl in.
None of it seemed real. So much shit had gone down in such a short amount of time that my brain was still playing catch-up. Imogen was mine and exactly where she was supposed to be, but that didn’t stop my heart from pounding every time I tried to imagine what life was going to throw at us.
I hadn’t planned for this, and I knew fatherhood would throw me some curveballs, but I was excited to see what the future held, not just with Imogen, but also Rosie, DJ, and Gabby, and all that would entail.
“Look, baby Imogen,” Mam crooned from the back seat where she sat next to her granddaughter. “That’s the Welcome to Hambleton sign. Your grandpa Lorcan helped raise a lot of money for it to be restored to its former glory back in the day, which was a feat in itself seeing as that man was so tight, his arse squeaked when he walked.”
My fingers reached for Rosie’s hand and pulled it to rest on my leg.
She glanced at me, silently laughing at Mam and Imogen’s conversation.
I shook my head slightly, rolling my eyes as we drove past the outskirts of town and around a cluster of buildings.
“And there’s Hambleton High School, Imogen,” Ma pointed out. “You’ll go there one day and have a lovely time. I bet you’ll be an ologist, won’t you, love? Not like your da. He had a terrible time there, he did. You know, the teachers were very hard on him in that school, and he always tried his best.”
I grimaced because we all knew I was a little asshole at school. They kicked me out twice because I kept getting into fights, but even now, Mam wouldn’t have a bar of it.
“I’ll need you to stop at the shops on the way, please, Son,” Mam requested. “I’m sure half the town will be coming around to meet my granddaughter, Imogen. I’ve got nothing in and I can hardly give our friends and neighbors Tayto sandwiches, can I?”
“Bullshit,” I shot back, glancing at her in the rearview. “I bet you’ve got a larder full of food.”
