Cormac chuckles under his breath, and Kieran shoots him a murderous look before turning his attention back to our youngest brother.
“Go fuck yourself, Brennan.”
I roll my eyes. “After dealing with these two, twins are going to be easy.”
Ciara laughs as she rests her hands on her belly, and I cover them with one of my own.
“You know what? Why don’t we skip the rest of this and go back to our room? I want to consummate this marriage all over again.”
Ciara giggles. “That wouldn’t be fair to our guests.”
She bites her bottom lip, making all the blood rush to my cock.
“I don’t care about the guests; I care about making you come?—”
Mila appears out of nowhere. “Ciara, it’s time to throw the bouquet! The girls are all waiting.”
Kieran slaps Brennan on the back. “That includes you too, little bro.”
Brennan groans. “The next time you decide to get married, can you leave him off the guest list?”
Ciara climbs to her feet and presses a kiss to Brennan’s cheek. “I appreciate you putting up with your brothers for the sake of my wedding day.”
Brennan grins. “You could repay me by introducing me to one of your friends?”
“Not a chance.” Ciara laughs before sauntering away, arm in arm with Mila.
I swallow a groan as she leaves me with a rock-hard erection and no one but my brothers for company. “I’m going to get a drink.”
Kieran reaches for the bottle of Macallan whiskey. “We literally just got a fresh bottle for the table.”
The bottle is already empty, but I don’t care. “What I really mean to say is, I’m going to take a break from you lot.”
Brennan laughs, which earns him another slap around the head from Kieran, which I take as my cue to leave.
I wander over to the bar and order myself a whiskey, hoping to enjoy a moment of peace.
But it doesn’t take long for another member of my family to track me down. It turns out being the groom means that you have to spend the entire evening talking to people instead of upstairs in a hotel room fucking your new bride.
I swear, if Ciara and I ever decide to do this again, we’re doing it my way: she will be naked, and I will recite my vows while my face is buried between her legs.
I swallow another groan as my cock twitches.
Even one night away from Ciara has me down bad.
The mood shifts the moment I glance over the rim of my drink and see the look on my uncle’s face.
Lorcan’s presence grounds me, but his words to me a while back make me feel like I’m on thin ice.
We still have his ex-stepson locked away in my warehouse. Not that he knows that…
He slaps me on the back. “Congratulations again, Ronan. Your old man would be proud.”
I nod, smiling, and take another sip of my whiskey.
Lorcan’s eyes are sharp as he searches my face, though I’m not sure what he’s looking for. “My security team brought something to my attention.”
“Oh?” I lean against the bar and survey the room.
