Page 93 of On The Rocks

There was no knock, no warning. Instead, I threw Maeve’s door open and strolled right on in.

Maeve’s shocked gasp was like a song to my ears, but I didn’t dwell on it. Instead, I prowled toward her, taking in her sleep shorts and tiny top that strained tight against her beautiful breasts.

“Time to talk,” I rasped.

She opened her mouth—probably with the intent to give me lip—then closed it again when she saw the look on my face. “Callum,” she whispered.

Jesus, even the way she breathed my name made my cock stir.

My hands raised to her hair, and I pulled out her ponytail, tossing the tie somewhere on the dresser. Then I stooped slightly, grabbed my wife under her ass, and lifted her onto my hips.

Her arms automatically went to my shoulders to steady herself. “W-what are you doing?”

“We’re gonna talk,” I grated out, carrying my wife over to the bed. “It’s time to get a couple of things straight.”

“I’m tired, and I’m pissed with you,” she protested. “Can we do it tomorrow?”

Stopping at the bed, I tipped her onto it, watching her land gently, her magnificent breasts bouncing prettily, and my mouth salivated. “No, we can’t fucking do it tomorrow.” I placed one knee on the mattress and crawled up the bed toward her, my stare catching hers and locking. “I need to show you.”

“Show me what?” Maeve demanded, a note of panic threading through her voice.

I gave her a predatory smile. “Who I belong to.”

The moment she comprehended my words, her eyes widened. “I just need to—I can’t.” She began to shuffle to the side of the bed.

Reaching out, I tagged her elbow and dragged her back, grinning as she let out a squeak, her eyes flashing as she breathed my name again.

“Callum.”

My cock throbbed.

Getting to my knees, my hands went to my waistband.

Maeve’s eyes rounded, and her cheeks pinked prettily.

“Look at me, Maeve.” I pushed my shorts down past my ass until my steel-hard cock sprang free.

Her eyes came to mine, full of confusion.

“Look at me,” I ordered again, gentler that time. “Look at me, baby. Really look at me.”

Her gaze swept down my body, taking in my shoulders, arms, and pecs before dipping to my stomach and lower. Her mouth slackened, and the tip of her tongue darted out to run across her bottom lip.

My cock pulsed even harder with the gesture.

“You haven’t touched me,” I pointed out.

Her head tipped back, and her eyes met mine again, her expression confused. “Is that what you want?”

“It’s everything I want, but not what I meant,” I murmured. “We haven’t kissed or made out. We haven’t touched each other in any way, but look at me.”

Her eyes traveled over me again, but that time lingered on the hardness of my nipples and my even harder cock before coming back to my face and searching deep.

“You don’t need to do anything to me, wife, and you still own me—you always have. There isn’t anybody else because there can’t be. I’m yours, my body, and everything inside. Every nerve, every muscle, every goddamned electrode knows it. Everybodyaround us sees it. Ma, my friends, my brothers. The only person who hasn’t got with the program yet is you.”

Tears filled her eyes. “You had your hands on her.”

Dipping my chin, I reached down and cupped her cheek. “I’m sorry, love.”

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