“It’s not.” I stop her, grabbing the Cup from her and resting it between us before standing.
Her blue eyes are soft, full of happiness. “Everyone has been celebrating you today everywhere we go, and I don’t really know what I can do to show you how proud of you I am, so I figured this would be something.”
“You already gave me my jersey.” The very one that’s hanging in the basement. “You don’t have to give me anything, Froggie. Getting to spend the day with you was better than anything I ever could have imagined.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t the Cup?” She smiles.
Pushing my fingers through her hair, I drop my forehead to hers. “Maybe a little. But you made it better.”
“Good.”
I pull out my phone. “Now let’s commemorate this moment.”
“Are you going to post this?” she whispers against my lips.
I shake my head. “No. This one is just for us.”
Her hands link behind my neck, the Cup between us. “Care to do something else just for us?”
“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.” I smile. “I want to do whatevermy wifewants to do.”
Chapter Twenty-One
ALICE
“Iwant to do whatevermy wifewants to do.”
Goose bumps break out all over my skin at Declan’s words. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to hearing him call me his wife.
“Shouldn’t today be all about you?” I ask, straddling his lap.
He shakes his head. “Right now, it gets to be about you and what you want to do.”
“Hmm.” I tap a finger to my chin. “Whatever I want to do?”
His cock hardens between my thighs and I rock over him when an idea comes to mind.
“Whatever you fucking want.” Declan presses warm kisses up and down my neck. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, heat and lust swirling in my veins.
“But first…”
Brushing my lips against his forehead, I head into the bedroom to grab a few things and come back out to find him in the kitchen. Declan grabs the cork of the bourbon bottle and rips it off before taking a swig.
“What’s that for?” He nods to the lube in my hand.
“I was thinking that we could do a little ass play tonight.”
Lust settles in his eyes. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “Yes. I liked it when you played with it, so why not see what it feels like with more?”
“Fuck.”
Declan sets the bottle on the counter and hoists me up onto the counter, stepping between my legs.
He makes quick work of my shirt and bra before lavishing my breasts with attention. Each suck and nibble on my hard nipples has me arching into his touch.
With Declan, I’m wanton. I need more. Crave more.
