Of course he would be hesitant to marry me after everything. It was because of me that we broke up, that he left and never came home.
He must have seen the spiral I was heading down. His hands cupped my face and he forced me to look at him.
“Orla, come back to me,” he begged. “Iwantto marry you, and if you want to do it tomorrow, we will.”
“Do you want to…really?”
I moved my hand to his wrist, my fingers finding the tattoo from memory of where he had tattooed my letter to him. He saw what I was doing and he pulled my hand to his mouth, kissing my fingertips.
“Want me to call Butch down here and he can do it right now?”
I found a way to smile at that but I shook my head. “No, I must be PMSing. I don’t know why I thought you didn’t want me after everything that has happened.”
He pulled me into him. “You’re going to be my undoing, Orla, but you’re always going to be my number one.”
His kiss was hot and heavy, and I felt my panties clinging to my pussy already.
“I need a shower,” I told him.
He nodded, leaning his head against mine. “Go, I’ll join you in there in a minute.”
Bear
I walked out to the kitchen and retrieved her phone, looking down at the message, and I saw how excited Sheridan was to get married alongside her best friend.
Did I want to marry her?
Fuck yes.
I wanted to brand my name all over her. I wanted to tattoo my name on her ring finger. I wanted to live with her forever, come home to her cooking, come home to her pussy and just be with her. I thought about her all fucking day long, just like I had when we’d dated in school.
I wanted her to be my rock, the calm to my chaos. No…Ineededher to be. Seeing how upset she was when she thought I didn’t want those things had broken me.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I opened up the message and started to type.
ORLA
It’s Alex. We’re in.
Bring her a dress tomorrow.
I silenced the phone just in case Orla heard it. The response came quickly.
SHERIDAN
I can’t fucking wait.
I put the phone down on the bench and moved down the hall, shedding my clothing and moving into the bathroom where Orla was standing under the hot spray of water, steam billowing out from the stall. Her gorgeous body, covered in my name and the club logo on her ribcage.
Fuck.
How the hell had I gone so long without her?
I didn’t want to tell her what I’d said to Sheridan. I didn’t want anything but to be buried between her legs for the next few hours.
I stepped under the spray and pulled her against me. The way she melted against my body had my dick harder than a fucking statue. When she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, I watched as the woman I was about to marry sucked me, her eyes on mine as my dick disappeared into her mouth and down her throat with ease.
