Page 164 of Where We Bloom

“I need to know that you’re safe.”

“I know.” She lifts her hips and her legs higher, opening herself so I slip in deeper. “It’s your love language.”

“Mo chroi,” I growl against her ear, moving faster. “I’ve missed you.”

She smiles and tightens around me. “Me too. So much. Oh God.”

“You’re so good for me.” I lean up so I can watch where we meet, where her wetness coats my cock as I move in and out. “Look at how well you take me. I’ll never get enough of you.”

She whimpers again, and I can feel her body tensing, ready to fall into oblivion.

“That’s right, come on my cock. Finish for me.”

She cries out as her body convulses around me, tugging me over with her as I shoot inside her, over and over again as I fuck her through my climax, rocking into her until finally, I fall onto her and crush her to the mattress.

“Canp momb,” she says against my shoulder, making me grin.

“What was that?” I ask as I pull up and pepper her cheek with kisses.

“Can’t move,” she repeats. “But that’s better.”

After one more soft kiss, I clean us both up and snuggle her to me, her front to my side, her arm wrapped around my middle, and her head on my chest.

She hitches her leg over my thigh, as if she can’t get close enough.

“Oh God. Here it is. My peaceful place.” She tips her chin up so she can look at me, and I see tears fill her pretty eyes. “No pressure or anything, but if you leave for that long again, I’ll have to key your car.”

“Which one?” I ask, tipping up an eyebrow.

“All of them.” She chuckles, then her face sobersagain. “You look so tired, baby. Ireland wasn’t good to you this time?”

“No.” I kiss her forehead. “You weren’t with me.”

“Let’s go to Galway soon.” Surprised, I blink down at her. “I’ll slip away for a long weekend or something. You need it.”

“Christ, I love you.” I tighten my hold on her, hugging her to me. “I think we both need it.”

“Yeah, we do.” She nuzzles against my chest, and I feel her muscles loosen. “I think I might actually fall asleep.”

Brushing my lips back and forth over the crown of her head, I smile. “Go to sleep,mo rúnsearc.I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got this,” I say to Bridger, who nods and reaches for another box.

We’re in town, and I’m helping the Blackwell men move their parents into the new house they bought. All four of them are here, along with their dad, Brandon, and Holden Lexington.

The women are at my house, having a lass’s baking day. It’s been a week since I got home. Billie wants to go to Galway later this week, but I need to talk to these guys first.

After the last box is unloaded from the truck, we gather in the small kitchen, and I clear my throat.

“I need to talk to all of you.” They quiet down and turn their attention to me. I’m not usually one who gets nervous.

But today, my hands are sweaty.

“Are you okay?” Brooks asks, his brow creasing.

“Aye, I’m good.” I tuck my hands in the pockets of my jeans. “I’d like to talk about Billie.”

“It’s happening,” Blake says with a smug grin.

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