Page 29 of Sins of Innocence

"You mean you chase them," Neeve corrects her sister. "I saw you at recess."

Either way, there will be no kissing on the playground where my daughter is involved.

Áine shoves against my chest. "I told them you had to drive your SUV back and I didn't want you to ride alone. They think we're dating."

Which is exactly what we want them to think. If her girls are convinced, others will be too.

Lifting her up so her face is even with mine, I nod. "Good."

"What are you do—"

I cut off her question with my lips.

Hers are pursed and open from talking and I take advantage, molding them with my own. Áine's mouth goes slack with shock and I take further advantage, sliding my tongue inside, seeking out her flavor.

Sugar cookies and something even sweeter hit my tastebuds. Áine tastes like happy memories from when my gran was still alive and my heart beats with hope I haven't felt since that time.

The hope of a family. Warmth. Affection. And the hope of something I had no clue about at that young age.

Sexual satisfaction.

I explore her mouth, my tongue sliding along hers, my lips demanding response.

At first, she doesn't give it, but then her hands go from trying to shove me away to winding around my neck as she kisses me back like she can't get enough of my taste either.

Wrapping my other arm under her ass, I pull her closer and claim my soon-to-be wife with a kiss hotter than the pistol barrel after discharging a full clip.

Áine moans against my lips, her arms tightening around my neck as her lips devour mine.

"Uh, Wraith…"

"Mom!"

Áine goes rigid and then she rips her mouth from mine. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe…put me down, Kieran! That was…"

"Hot," I finish for her when she doesn't continue as I force my arms to let her go, setting her carefully on the ground.

"Embarrassing." Her cheeks flush dark. "I can't believe we did that. I can't believe I did that!"

She's whisper yelling again, but with as focused on us as our daughters are, there's not much chance they miss a single word.

"Woah, you really have been dating," Sadie says and fixes me with a glare. "Kissing like that, this better be serious. My mom deserves to be treated right."

I give the girl a serious nod. "Very."

"Right, okay. You girls get your butts back in the car if you want to ride in that limousine."

It's only as she says the words I realize the girls had climbed back out to watch us better. Life with three daughters around is going to take some getting used to.

Neeve and Joy scramble back into the luxury limo, but Sadie crosses her arms. "Maybe one of us should ride with you two."

"Maybe you should all ride with us," Áine replies.

I think at first she's trying to get out of talking privately with me after the kiss, but then I watch in astonishment as the two younger girls grab their older sister and drag her back inside the limo, threatening dire consequences if they don't get to ride in it.

Little Neeve isn't so quiet now and Joy is starting to cry, accusing Sadie of trying to ruin it for them.

As soon as the twelve-year-old is inside the limo, Áine urgently says, "Shut the door."