“Fuck, Sunshine, I’m not gonna last long,” I told her.
“Me either, baby,” she moaned. I reached between us to stroke my thumb lightly over her clit and angled my pelvis higher to hit the right spot. Still trembling from the last orgasm, she came again loudly on my dick. What little control I had completely snapped. Grabbing her hips, I lifted her up and down hard and fast. Tomorrow I probably wouldn’t be able to move but tonight I was pumped full of adrenaline, and every muscle in my body was primed and ready to make this woman mine. I wanted to brand myself so deeply into her soul that my name would be the first and last on her lips, forever.
“O’Connell,” she moaned in pleasurable agony and the sound of my name vibrating through her lips was enough to set me off. The violence of my orgasm rocked us both, and I held her close to me, her forehead resting gently against mine. My heart was beating so loudly that I was sure she could hear it.
“I fucking love you, Mrs. O’Connell,” I said. There isn’t a single day that went by that I didn’t thank God that she chose me. I didn’t need her to fix me and all the fucked-up shit that followed me. I just needed her to love me and have faith in me while I fixed myself. She was so far out of my fucking league that having her love me back seemed like an impossible hope once. But striving to be worthy of that love had changed me. It made me a better man. Now I knew the man I was capable of being and the man I was.
“I love you too, Mr. O’Connell. So much,” she whispered back, and closing her eyes, she gently kissed her way down my injured face. We showered each other, tenderly, and then threw on some sweats. I imagined the boys had organized a victory party at the hotel so we could change there. I loved that she reached for my black hoodie to keep her warm. The minute I saw her in it, I was hard again. At this rate, neither of us would be able to walk tomorrow. Five minutes I’d told Kieran, but it was forty-five before we came out of the bathroom giggling and holding hands. Everybody stared pointedly at the television and avoided looking at us, though Tommy was humming the Irish national anthem.
“Don’t worry, the doctor waited,” Kieran told us without turning away from the screen. Sure enough, the middle-aged doctor sat on the sofa between Liam and Tommy, clutching his medical bag on his lap and looking absolutely terrified.
“He wants to know if you’re okay, Sunshine,” Tommy asked. “You sounded like you were in pain.” Unable to hold a straight face any longer, they all burst out laughing and started whooping and hollering. When Tommy started making arse-spanking gestures, the doc looked like he was gonna piss himself. Em pulled the neck of her hoodie to cover her face and buried her head into my side.
“Laugh it up, arseholes,” I told them, rubbing her back reassuringly and not giving a single fuck who heard us.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, doc,” I told the doctor and led him to the back of the room so he could do his stuff. Em sat down in the seat he’d vacated, and I smiled as they carried on ribbing her. A couple of small stitches and some ice packs for the swelling, and I was given the all clear. Despite the soft tissue damage, which would heal, my vision was fine. I’d have a hell of a black eye tomorrow though.
Em and I held hands on the car journey back, me playing with her fingers and teasing them gently through my own. Every touch was foreplay. The bathroom had taken the edge off but we still had months to make up for. Right now we were slow dancing, building the anticipation for what was going to be the end of a fucking epic night. When we got back to the hotel, I decided to skip my ice bath, even knowing I’d be in agony in the morning. I shaved and changed into jeans and a black shirt, then sat flicking through the television channels while I waited for Em. When she came out of the bathroom, I dropped the remote control.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, making her smile.
“Are you sure it looks okay?” she asked nervously. She stood in the doorway wearing a short, body hugging black dress and black stiletto heels. She looked like every wet dream I’d ever had. When she turned around to show me that the dress was backless, my jaw hit the floor.
“O’Connell, say something!” she complained, rubbing her hands anxiously down her dress. I was speechless, willing my brain to put together words to form a sentence.
“You look amazing.” It was the fucking lamest thing I could ever had said, and it didn’t do any justice to the breathtaking, heart-stopping way she affected me, but it was enough to make her smile.