“I fucking love you, Mrs. O’Connell,” I told her as she took me deeper into her mouth. I was seconds away from coming when someone started pounding on the door. Em paused. “Ignore it,” I told her, and she carried on.
“Con. Quit fucking Em and open up. You two have been going at it for ages,” Tommy shouted as pounding started again. Angry whispered voices argued with him, and I could hear a scuffle, so the boys must have been trying to rein him in.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him,” I told Em as she started giggling.
“Sorry, love. I’ll make it up to you later,” Em promised me.
Of course that didn’t help me while I was lying here too stiff and achy to move with my cock stood up like a tent peg. Em kissed me passionately, which took the edge off my bad mood over the interruption, then jumped up to let the boys in. Pulling on some shorts, her bra, and my T-shirt, she still looked far too gorgeous to be answering the door to those horny maniacs. At least it was my T-shirt she wore. I fucking loved seeing her in my training clothes. I sighed loudly as I tried to think about washing machines, Father Pat, having a medicine ball dropped on me, literally anything I could to stop my cock standing to attention. Hearing Em’s laughter, I knew Tommy was hitting on my girl, which was all the push I needed to get my arse out of bed. Every bone in my body hurt, and I swear some of them even creaked as I sat up. Five years ago, I would have jumped out of bed after a fight, even with a hangover, and run five miles easy. Now I could barely sit up. These days, I was fighting world-class boxers and my body knew the difference. I pulled on clean underwear and my favorite worn jeans, buttoning them as I went. The guys were slouched in the few chairs around the flat. As I suspected Tommy leaned against the counter next to Em with his arms crossed over his tightly fitted T-shirt as she made them all bacon sandwiches.
“Take your eyes off my wife’s arse, boyo,” I warned Tommy.
“Geez. You’re so fucking possessive,” he answered me back. “You’re married now, Con, and I totally respect that.” Everyone stopped and stared at him, not quite believing what they were hearing. “Besides, if I was going to check out anything, it would totally be your tits. You have an absolutely banging rack, Em,” he whispered conspiratorially to my wife.
“That’s it,” I shouted and, pain forgotten, dived across the tiny sofa to smack him. Liam and Kieran intercepted, talking me down before I got anywhere near him. The gutless fucker dived behind Em, who was laughing her arse off.
“Seriously, Tommy,” she wheezed between breaths, “do you have a death wish or something?”
“He knows how much I respect you. I don’t know why he keeps getting his knickers in a knot all the time.” Tommy whined like he had no idea what my problem was. My problem was that Em treated him like a little brother she needed to protect when she actually needed to let me teach that little fucker a lesson. After sorting everyone out with their breakfast, she sat down in my lap when the boys finally let me up. I gave Tommy the stink eye, which he completely ignored, but any remaining rage faded away when my gorgeous wife wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing me close enough to smell the slight vanilla scent of her skin. Em loved the smell of vanilla. Candles, body wash, shampoo were always the same. For me, if sunshine had a smell, it would be vanilla.
“Em, don’t suppose you’ve been baking lately?” Liam asked hopefully, breaking the tension.
“Red tin on the countertop,” Em answered with a grin.
“Don’t eat them all, you greedy bastard,” I warned him. Danny banned me from all of Em’s cakes during training, and I knew Sunshine had baked those ready for me to eat as soon as the Temple fight was done. Liam opened the tin, and the guys dived into it like it was filled with the phone numbers of Victoria’s Secret models. Rescuing a lone chocolate chip muffin, Em fed it to me so that I didn’t need to let go of her. She smiled as our collective groans explained how fucking delicious they were.
“Jesus, Con,” Liam piped up when the last muffin had been demolished, “you are one lucky bastard.” I smiled widely as I tucked Em into me more closely, knowing that he was right. Having her curves pressed so close was rapidly redirecting the blood flow around my body. As much as I loved the guys, the sex ban had been in place for the last four weeks, and I had a lot of time to make up for.
“So what brings you ugly lot here?” I asked.
“Fucking charming,” Kieran replied. “Anyone would think we’re not welcome.”
“Ignore him, Kieran,” Em said. “All of you are always welcome here. Now who’s for a cup of tea?” she asked, slipping off my lap. I rolled my eyes at their collective grins, knowing how much they loved Em mothering them. She moved over to the kitchenette, and I waited for the kettle to start boiling before I turned to Kieran.