Chapter 31 #2
“I’ve got a lot of postscripts to share with you.”
A particularly strong gust of wind had the house shaking and groaning, the rain beating against the roof sounding like a million marching feet.
Dan put his arm around her. “Let’s go to bed.”
“You heard that, right?”
“Heard what?”
Kara elbowed his ribs as they blew out the candles and walked toward the bedroom and bathroom on the opposite side of the house from Grant and Stephanie’s room.
She elbowed him so often, it was a wonder he didn’t have a permanent bruise on his ribs.
Not that he would mind if he did. Being with her, teasing her, was worth the bruises.
Her phone chimed with a text. “It’s my mother again, wanting to make sure we’re okay.”
“Tell her your big, strong, heroic husband is taking very good care of you.”
“I will not tell her that.”
“You want me to?”
“That’s okay.” She typed her reply and then plugged the phone in to charge on the bedside table. “Did you charge your phone and laptop?”
“Yes, ma’am. Grant said if we lose power, we can go to Big Mac and Linda’s. They’ve got a generator.”
“I’m sure they’ve also got a full house. They don’t need more people.”
“We’re not just people. We’re family.”
“Last time I checked, your name wasn’t McCarthy.”
“I’m a McCarthy by osmosis.”
“Meaning you’ve ingratiated yourself to the point that you consider them family, but they’ve probably had more than enough of you.”
“Baby, they love me. What’s not to love?”
“Well, there’s your propensity to speak of yourself in the third person. There’s your enormous ego. There’s your—”
“Enormous penis?”
Kara lost it laughing. She laughed so hard, she had tears in her eyes. “I can’t even with you. I just cannot.”
“That’s what you were going to say, right?”
“Stuff it, Torrington.”
“Oh, I’d love to stuff my enormous penis in your—”
She kissed him and pinched his lips closed. “Shut it.”
“If I shut it,” he said, wiggling out of her grip, “then I can’t lick you in that place you like so much.”
“I swear to God, if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna…”
“What?” he asked, his eyes glittering.
“Forget it. You’d like that too much.”
He walked her backward toward the guest room bed and came down on top of her, mindful not to put too much weight on their baby. “Now you have to tell me.”
“Nope.”
“Yup.”
She pulled him into an openmouthed, tongue-twisting kiss that was one of the few truly effective ways of shutting him up.
His hand landed on her face as he kissed her with hours’ worth of desire.
As he pulled back, he kept his lips moving lightly over hers.
“Before you made me fall in love with you, I thought the most exciting thing in the world was arguing a case I knew I would win before I even arrived at the courthouse.”
“I made you fall in love with me? Are you rewriting history now, Counselor?”
He shook his head. “Nope. You gave me no choice but to fall in love with you. But as I was saying, arguing a slam-dunk case has nothing on hanging out with my gorgeous wife.”
“Just when you’re on the verge of becoming completely insufferable, you go and say something sweet. And PS, you made me fall in love with you by being a relentless pain in my ass.”
He pinched her ass for emphasis. “I’m so glad you fell in love with me. I’m not sure what I would’ve done with myself if you hadn’t.”
“I’m sure your insufferableness would’ve gotten even worse without me around to keep you humble.”
“No doubt.” He caressed her face and gazed into her eyes. “Now, about that hurricane sex you promised me.”
“When did I promise you that?”
“Earlier. I heard you.”
“Can you prove that?”
“I’ll have the stenographer read back the transcript.”
For the millionth time since she met him, she rolled her eyes.
“It would be easier to have the sex than to argue about it.”
“Easier for whom?” she asked.
“Oh, I love when you’re all proper with me.”
“You love when I breathe.”
“That’s true. I need to keep you breathing. So, about the sex you promised me…”
“Once again, you’re wearing me down in a desperate effort to make you stop talking.”
“That’s what I do best. Made a whole career out of it, in fact.”
“It’s a good thing you married me, because anyone else would’ve stabbed you in the eye by now.”
“Aw, baby, I’m so lucky you love me so much.”
Kara pulled him into a kiss, and as the wind howled and the rain beat down on the roof, he showed her that hurricane sex with him was much different from what she’d experienced in the past. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming more than once, especially when he buried his face between her legs and brought her to a quick, sharp orgasm with his tongue and fingers.
Lord have mercy, the man was good at that, not that she could ever, ever, ever tell him so.
He moved up, dropping kisses on her abdomen and breasts as he slid into her in one deep stroke that had her gasping from the impact. “Tell me the truth… Was it this good with Limp Dick?”
“Shut up, Dan.”
“Tell me, Kara.” He moved in her as his lips slid over her neck, electrifying her from head to toe with sensation. “This is way better, right?”
“No comment.”
He stopped moving and withdrew from her so suddenly that she was left gasping. “What the hell?”
“Is it better than Limp Dick or not?”
“Honestly, Dan, you’ve lost your ever-loving mind.”
“I need to know.”
“Yes, it’s better! Everything is better with you than it’s ever been with anyone. You already know that, so why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
Grinning, he entered her again, holding still for a long time, so long that she started to squirm from wanting him to move. “Just making sure.”
“You’re so ridiculous.”
“This is what you do to me. You make me into a lunatic.”
“You were a lunatic long before you ever met me.”
“You took me to a whole other level.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Of course it is.”
“Now how about you finish what you started while we’re both still young?”
“Was that a complaint?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I didn’t think so.” He reached beneath her and cupped her ass to hold her tighter against him as he picked up the pace and had them both straining to reach the peak at the same instant. “Ah… Yes, Kara. Yes.”
As he came down on top of her, she kept her arms around him, making soothing circles on his back. A minute or two later, he rolled to his side, bringing her with him, their legs intertwined. “Best hurricane sex ever.”
“It’s right up there in the top ten.”
His laughter rocked them both. “You love to drive me crazy.”
“It’s so easy.”
“I love you anyway.”
“Thank goodness for that.”
“Can we go home?” Dan asked his lovely wife as the festivities wound down at Victoria Stevens and Shannon O’Grady’s post-hurricane wedding reception.
Dan could tell Kara was exhausted, but she would never admit it to him or anyone else.
As she entered the second trimester of pregnancy, they both hoped she’d start to feel better.
This kid had better be worth the toll he or she was taking on his or her mother.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m ready. Let’s say our goodbyes.” They made the rounds, which included serious abuse from the McCarthy brothers for leaving early.
“We’re right behind them,” Abby told Adam, shutting him up.
Abby, who’d experienced fertility challenges, was pregnant with quadruplets that had been conceived naturally.
She was already so big that Dan couldn’t imagine how she’d last many more months with four babies on board.
One baby was taking such a toll on Kara that it was astounding to think about having four at once.
“I’m not sure why we’re friends with these people,” Dan said to his wife.
“It’s because you’ve never had more fun with anyone in your life than you do with us,” Grant said.
“Something like that,” Dan replied. “Call me tomorrow?”
“Will do,” Grant said.
Dan and Kara said good night to the bride and groom, to Seamus and Carolina and the others at their table and then spent the next twenty minutes chatting with everyone from Alex and Jenny Martinez to Slim and Erin Jackson to Mallory and Quinn James as they made their way out of the tent.
Knowing Kara was tired, Dan kept moving them toward the driveway, where they finally made their escape. “Wow, nothing like knowing every person at a wedding, huh?”
“That’s how we roll on Gansett Island,” Kara said. “Everyone knows everyone.”
“It was a fun day. Shannon and Vic seem very happy.”
“They sure do.” Kara had high-heeled sandals dangling from her fingers as she walked on bare feet. “I’m so glad their wedding went off without a hitch despite Mother Nature’s efforts to derail things.”
They’d parked out on the street and had nearly reached Dan’s Porsche when Kara’s phone rang. She fished it out of her purse and looked at the screen. “It’s my mother. She’s called three times. What the hell?” Kara took the call. “Mom?”
“Oh, Kara, thank God you finally answered.”
“We were at a wedding. What’s wrong?”
“You and Dan need to come home to Maine right away. Your brothers have been charged with murder.”
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