Page 52 of Stronger Than Love

“Hmmm. Yeah, I’ll have a look at your list. When will I be back home? Um…”

I popped my head up. “Tomorrow?” I mouthed to her.

“Sure, I’ll come down tomorrow to give you a hand.”

Speaking of hands… My finger hooked inside her pussy to find that sweet spot that made her purr.

“Oh, shit!” Oonagh’s hips bucked up into me. “NO! No, Mum, not you. I have to go, chat later.”

Her phone slammed onto the counter and her hands grabbed my face, dragging me up to her. “For that you better make sure I come twice.” She pulled me down to kiss me like her life depended on it.

I didn’t stop until she screamed my name three times, her fingers nearly dragging my hair out. There were definitely benefits to sharing my home with someone, and I was developing a taste for them.

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“Oh, my God, what are you doing here?” Oonagh squealed, the man from the photographs on her phone hauling her into a hug that set my back molars grinding together. I didn’t know who the fuck he thought he was, buthe needed to get his hands off her ass before I broke them for him. A blonde female stood on the periphery with me.

Was I possessive? Yes.

Did I give a fuck? No.

“Liam, this is Martin. We went to uni together and spent most of our careers picking the same assignments.” Oonagh’s smile lit her face up as she introduced us. “Martin, this is my oldest friend Liam.”

We stared at each other. She was too innocent to realise that he wasn’t picking the assignments, he was picking her. His jaw tightened as he evaluated me. Her ring was in my pocket and it killed me that she wasn’t wearing it since her mum wasn’t aware of our fake soon-to-be-real engagement.

“Pleased to meet you,” I grated out, holding my hand out to him, and using the other to pull Oonagh back beside me where she belonged.

His gaze followed the gesture, his hand slowly meeting mine in a handshake that felt more like the start of a contest.

I didn’t have to say anything. Oonagh’s body language shouted loud and clear for anyone who wanted to listen that she belonged to me. Her hips aligned to mine and her thumb tucked into my waistband. This type of familiarity only came when you were sexually comfortable with someone.

“And this is Angie, she’s one of the nurses in our unit and my best friend,” Oonagh continued.

A genuine smile manifested for Angie since she didn’t pose any threat.

“You must be the Liam I have to fight for best friend title.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it between both of hers, smiling at Oonagh.

“I gotta go and check the work down at the lighthouse station, but I’ll be back later.” I dropped a kiss on her forehead before heading outside to my car.

“Liam,” Oonagh stopped me before I opened the car door, her fingers interlocking with mine. “I know this sounds strange, but can I have my ring back? I feel naked without having it with me.”

“I’d prefer if you wear it,” I said, tucking an unruly strand of hair behind her ear.

A sad smile tipped her lips up. “Do you want to explain it to my mother?”

One shoulder lifted in a shrug. “Those who take the biggest risks claim the greatest rewards.”

“You’re being a dick again.”

“I thought we agreed that you loved my dick.” I winked, and instead of a blush, a smile that contained feminine awareness crossed her lips.

“I do own him until the end of summer.”

My body leaned into hers, my lips close to her ear. “You keep satisfying him and you could end up owning him for life.”

I kissed the side of her neck and felt the shiver that rippled through her. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieved the ring and placed it into her hand, closing her fingers over it.

“See you later, baby.”

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