Chapter Eleven
Michael O’Reagan
“You did all this?” She’s in my arms as we dance under the fairy lights that flow above us. The outdoor reception on Whitewood house grounds impresses me. They did wonders in such a short time.
“I directed them,” I say and she laughs. It’s soft and feminine just like the flesh that I press my hands into. Tonight can’t come quick enough and I can see that want burning in her eyes as well.
“Tell me you’re happy?” I want her to be happy. I want her to be happy because of me.
Her hands leave my shoulders and cups my face. “Nothing in this world could make me happier. All I want is you.” I press my lips gently against hers. I don’t want to be gentle I want to consume her but I want everyone to respect her as much as I do.
Her father approaches and he wears a false smile. One I don’t mind. Margret smiles back at him as if he is truly happy.
“Can I have a dance with my daughter?” I give him her hand and allow him this moment with his daughter. Tom is watching me from the bar and I stop beside him and order a whiskey.
“Are you not dancing?” I ask him facing the floor that has filled with couples.
“I’m not the dancing type.” He drinks a pint of Guinness and right now he reminds me of Father so much.
“Not the woman type?” I quiz and he gives me a sharp look that I raise my brow too.
“I’m only asking.”
“What you think every man who serves time in prison favors men.” The drink turns sour in my mouth at his words.
“I knew you wouldn’t let it go.” I down my whiskey and he laughs.
“Ten years is a long time brother. But I only like women.” I’ve had enough of his chatter and push away to reclaim my wife.
She sees me approach and her face lights up. Her father hands her over immediately and I don’t resume dancing, instead I take her away from the dance floor.
“Where are we going?” She sounds excited as I leave our guests behind and walk towards the house.
Over the last few weeks Margret has been doing up some rooms. It’s hard to get her to spend money, but with practice I’m sure she will get used to it. Catering staff in the hallways move aside while congratulating us.
The noise drops as we climb the steps to our room. Margret doesn’t say anything and her hand squeezes mine nervously. I don’t think she’s aware of what she’s doing.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I say the moment I close the door. “I just wanted you all to myself.”
Her smile creeps up slowly and my heart thumps loudly.
“I knew I would marry you and here you are.” Surprise lights up her eyes.
“Really? I didn’t think you noticed me.” Brushing her hair behind her ear I smile at her. “You’re all I’ve ever seen.” She had no idea. Holding her face steady I close the distance and kiss her with the want that has been growing in me all day. She moans softly into my mouth and I have to remind myself to be gentle with her.