Chapter 35
CHAPTER 35
L oving Husband
Dean
If I thought I loved Ronan before. I know I love him now. For the last month, he’s been such an amazing husband.
We did end up in his uptown penthouse. It was just a better fit for the fur babies. Once Ronan paid a designer to come in and convert one of the spare rooms into an office for me, it was pretty much a no-brainer.
The only drawback is the fact that despite knowing about my men and their apartment in our building, he still insists on Tadgh being my shadow, like I can’t handle myself. I let it slide when Tadgh accidentally let it slip that Ronan lost someone he cared about in the past.
I tried to ask Ronan about it but he shut down each time. I let it go because, other than that topic, he’s been an open book. I know what it’s like not to want to pick at old wounds.
Tadgh isn’t so bad. He’s great at reading the room and minds his business for the most part. Ronan hasn’t mentioned any of my business before I share it, so I’m guessing Tadgh has kept his mouth shut.
Then there are nights like this. We’re on a romantic date. Things have been quiet, and Lyric is still fighting for his life. The doctors are hopeful.
I get why Ronan is so protective of me. The cameras were wiped in the areas around the accident before anyone’s team could get to them. While LaSalle was pissed and frustrated. It told us this wasn’t some random situation.
“This one is delicious,” Ronan whispers in my ear.
I nod and take another bite. We’re on this cute date in the city that’s like being on the show Chopped . The chefs are competing with the ingredients we’ve picked, and we get to judge the three courses they come up with.
I had heard about this place from my lawyer and mentioned it to my husband. I had no idea he would find it and book us for a date. When I looked it up, I found out it books fast and tabled trying to get in for another time when I was sure of Ronan’s schedule.
“Oh my God,” I whisper back after trying the next dish. “This one is divine too.”
“Aye, I wasn’t expecting it to be so flavorful. The rawny lad has chops.”
I snicker and nod. He just said that so fast, I’m surprised I followed. That’s been happening a lot. Lord, let this man get frustrated.
It’s so easy for me to get lost. When I know he’s upset, I try to listen more closely. It’s a work in progress.
Another chef is chopped, and we have time to talk and sip our wine. Ronan and I keep a light banter going and have a few laughs. My face hurts from smiling so much.
“Thank you, baby. I’m having so much fun,” I say.
“Yer welcome. Anything for my wife.”
I bite my lip as he glides his gaze over me. He stops at the deep V of my fitted shirt and his eyes linger. He’s been giving me heated looks all night.
I’m surprised we’ve made it to the second course. Although I’m questioning if we’ll make the final round. As if reading my thoughts, he reaches under the table and places his hand on my thigh.
Fingering the fabric of the split in my skirt, he then pushes his hand in to make contact with my bare flesh. I suck in a breath as his warm palm grasps my upper thigh. He gives a squeeze, then glides his palm up closer to the apex of my thighs.
Leaning into my ear, he whispers. “I’m about ready to leave. I have another surprise for ya at home. I want to eat my dessert off of ya, not a plate.”
It’s a good thing they’ve come over with dessert at that moment because I am about to get up and walk out. Did I mention how good my man looks tonight? His hair has grown out a bit, so it has a curl to it. His red locks are falling into his face.
The blue dress shirt he has rolled up to the elbows fits snug against his muscles and makes his eyes look mesmerizing. His black jeans are doing everything for his thighs and ass. The blue blazer is just icing on the cake. A cake I want to lick and suck all the frosting off of.
“I want to be fair to the chefs. Let’s hurry up and judge this round, then we can go,” I say.
“Fine,” he grumbles like a spoiled child.
I laugh and dig into the first dessert. It’s not doing anything for me. It actually has a weird, tangy flavor.
I push it aside and reach for the next one. This one is way better. The ingredients work together, unlike in the first dish.
“Rawny strikes again,” Ronan croons.
“Yes, he did,” I murmur. I then palm my forehead. “Oh, dear Lord. I can’t take it any longer.
“This dish was flavorful and palate pleasing. Unfortunately, the ingredients for the other dish got lost and didn’t come together as well for us.
“We chose this one. Oh God, my head is pounding. This migraine came on so suddenly. Honey, we have to go. I can’t sit here another minute,” I cry out dramatically.
“Aye, we should go,” Ronan plays along.
I can see the mirth dancing in his eyes. His ass knows he wants to leave as much as I do. The ride home is going to be torture.
* * *
Ronan
I don’t have the patience to wait until we’re in the apartment. I crowd Danika’s space as soon as we’re closed in the elevator and the car starts riding up. Caging her between my arms, I dip my head and take her lips.
She moans into my mouth and starts to work the buttons on my shirt. I reach to slide my hand into the slit of her skirt and find her silky wetness. As I push my fingers into her, she lifts onto her toes.
Just when I think to take her right here, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. I back off while staring into her eyes. Hooking my fingers into the top of the wide belt around her waist, I tug her with me as I back out of the elevator car.
Once in the foyer of the apartment, I tug her to me to connect our lips again. Her mouth is salty and sweet. I’m enjoying the flavor as much as the feel and passion of the kiss.
“I want you,” she pants as she leaps onto my waist.
I catch her in my arms and wrap her legs securely around me, then hook my arms under her thighs and palm her ass. I can’t think straight to execute my plans for the rest of our date.
Watching my wife look so happy about such a simple date kept me semi-hard the entire time. It was a fun date. We’ll have to do something like it again.
There’s so much Danny could be stressed about, but she’s been holding her head up about it all. I love and respect her more for the composure I’ve seen her have over the last month. If she knew the secret I’ve been hiding from her, she’d probably lose it on me.
Her mother asked me not to share with her that I’ve confirmed that Anika has been missing for going on over a year and a half. I’m still digging for answers. Someone has been living her life to make it seem like she’s still around.
However, I was able to confirm quickly it’s all bullshit. Even though her rent is paid every month at her apartment in PA, she hasn’t been there since right before Danny came to Ireland. Den’Nisha believes it’s best not to tell Danika.
She says with Danny’s temper, it’s likely we won’t find answers or Anika if she’s still alive. I’ve seen that temper firsthand. I don’t doubt her mother.
I’d never forgive myself if, after all this time, I were the reason her sister never returns. Den’Nisha is almost certain her other daughter is still alive at this point. I’ve doubled down on my search.
The thought of someone trying to hurt this woman in my arms or someone who means something to her makes me see red. I’m going to find her sister and then I’m going to kill whoever is responsible for this.
“Aye, I need ya too. Ya have no idea how bad.”
My plans forgotten; I carry her to our bedroom. I peel her top off and toss it to the floor. Her bra is the next thing I discard.
Her breasts have been taunting me all night. I want to bury my cock between them and suck them into my mouth until I have her screaming for mercy while begging for more. I release her to slide down my body so I can do just that.
Needing some relief, I unzip my jeans and peel them open. I don’t take my eyes off my wife as she wiggles free from her skirt then saunters over to me in her espadrille heels.
Slowly, she drops to her knees before me, not breaking eye contact. I cup the side of her face and run my thumb across her lower lip. She reaches into my pants and pulls me out.
My cock twitches in her palms. The anticipation has my skin buzzing. Her mouth is phenomenal.
She can suck a cock and leave a man feeling peeled and confused on how he ended up broken, yet wanting more. She gets me every time. I have no complaints about her head or her insanely tight and wet pussy.
I’m always left wanting more. I suck in a sharp breath as she begins the task of snatching my soul. I allow her to bring me close to the edge until I can’t take the waiting any longer.
Reaching under her arms, I then lift her and carry her over to the lounge chair in the bedroom, positioned next to the window. While I strip from my clothes, she reaches for the remote to the sound system and turns on the music. I go to the hidden chest in the wall and pull the oil and cuffs from inside.
My girl gives me a knowing smile and reaches her hand out for the bottle of oil. I hand it over to her. She squirts the liquid across her breasts and begins to rub it in.
I take the bottle and pour some into my hand. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I watch as she spreads her legs for me. With a grin on my lips, I rub the oil in my palms to warm it.
Then I begin to rub it across her skin, running my hands all over her body. She shivers as I glide my palms up her sides and over her stomach, then back down to cup her pussy.
I stroke her core and prime her for my coming feast. She squeezes her breasts together and bites her lip as she watches me. I reach to stroke myself with my free hand.
With a seductive look in her eyes, she leans forward while holding her tits together. I drop my gaze to her full, firm breasts. I now know the work that goes into her keeping her body looking the way it does.
There’s a lot of training that makes her the force she is. I love that this powerful woman allows me this power over her. I know that even at my height and size, she could easily take my life, but she’s been submitting to me with so much trust and love.
“You want to fuck them, don’t you?” she purrs as she eyes me stroking my length.
“Aye, come here.”
As I stand to my full height, she scoots to the edge and allows me to glide my way between her oil-slicked boobs. I groan as she applies pressure, squeezing tightly around me.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that, baby,” I breathe as I pump my hips.
Danika pulls away and begins to stroke me. I bend at the waist and take her lips. She moans and continues to stroke.
I reach between her legs and begin to play with her pussy as I drop kisses down her neck. When she begins to quiver and I know she’s about to climax, I get to my knees again. This time, I push her back against the chair and pin her legs out to her sides as I dive in to devour her.
“Ronan, baby, yes. So good. Fuck yes,” she cries out as she rocks her hips against my face.
I keep eating until she rains down my face three more times. As she sags, panting to catch her breath, I reach for the cuffs. It’s time for some fun.
I hold them in one hand as I thrust into her tight body. She reaches over her head to grab the headrest of the chair. When she does, I fasten one cuff to her wrist. I then drag my hand down her arm to her breast and cup the mound in my palm.
As I knead the flesh, I dip my head in to capture her nipple and suck on it. I groan against her skin as she squeezes her walls around me. I continue to thrust and grind as she claws at my back with her unrestrained hand, pushing her fingers into my hair then tugging tightly at the strands.
“That good, love?” I chuckle.
“Yes, so fucking good. That dick is so good ,” she drags out the last words.
I pull out and lift her to turn her over and reposition her over the chair. Pulling her other arm behind her back, I cross her wrists and clamp the other cuff on. Once her hands are secure, I thrust back into her from behind.
“Oh shit, Ronan. You’re so deep. Fuck, baby. I feel you in my stomach.”
A deep growl rises in my chest. Her pussy is so wet and loud. I reach for her clit and rub it as I pump my hips. My eyes roll back. I can’t help but to throw my head back as bliss consumes me.
“Ronan,” she screams.
I move to cover her with my upper body and grasp her arms by her biceps. While drilling into her, I move my lips to her ear. She tightens around me and whimpers.
“Ya like that? Does it feel good to ya?”
“Yes, so good. Don’t stop.”
“Tell me what my bad girl wants.”
“I want you to fuck me harder. Please.”
“I can’t hear ya. What do ya want?”
“Please. I want you to fuck me harder. I need to feel you.”
I slap her ass and pull out to hold off my orgasm. Tapping my cock against her pussy, I watch as it clenches, searching for me to fill her up. I thrust back in then pull back out and repeat a few more times before I bury myself inside her and begin to fuck her hard like she’s begging me to do.
“Thank you, baby. Thank you for fucking me so good,” she cries out.
I grab her tits and squeeze them as I kiss the side of her face. My hips slap against her ass. She begins to shake as she cries out uncontrollably.
I reach to hold her hips in place as I rock, roll, and grind my hips beneath her. It’s a move I haven’t done with her before, but it gets me the results I want.
“What the fuck?” she pants in confusion. “Ronan, stop fucking playing with me. Damn, oh shit. I’m fucking coming.”
“Aye, I know. Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s yours. Damn, motherfucker, this shit is yours.”
“Yer motherfucking right.”