Page 70 of Naughty Irish Liar

“Aren’t we going?” She asked finally noticing we were stationary. “We don’t want to miss the ferry.”

“We will in a minute,acushla, just as soon as you tell me you’re pregnant.” Her little shocked gasp gave me all the confirmation I needed, and I unhooked her seat belt and deposited her directly onto my lap in seconds, with my stomach muscles working in intricate knotting and pulling.

Me a father. Holy fuck. We weren’t trying. But we weren’tnottrying either.

I smiled, kissing over her blushed cheeks. “Go ahead, tell me.”

“You’re an asshole!” she slapped my shoulder. “How long have you known?”

“About a week, ever since you started sneaking out of our bed to puke first thing every morning and you didn’t get your period last month.” I’d noticed the subtle changes in her body, too. How sensitive her nipples were now, and her libido was heightened to the point I barely had to touch her before she was rubbing her tight pussy all over my stomach to fuck her.

I knew my wife’s body inside and out just like a fanatical husband should.

How else could I fix any problems if I didn’t keep an eye on her?

Her happiness was mine. Catherine brought something to my life I hadn’t known was missing, so keeping her happy and content was my life’s mission. I never slacked from that duty and the moment I saw something was different in her body and the way she subtlety refused any wine with dinner and the unconscious way she placed a hand on her belly, I knew she was holding back from telling me the news because she thought I didn’t want kids.

“Are you mad?” She asked whittling her lip and I felt the punch of pain that she didn’t know the answer. I gripped both sides of her hips and ground her down. “Does this hard dick say mad to you?”

Relief entered her eyes and she leaned forward to nuzzle my mouth.

“Ronan…”

“There’s a part of me inside you,acushla. I feel prehistoric right now wanting to beat my chest. I did that,” I rasped against her mouth. “You’re stuck with me now, there’s no getting rid of me, so deal with that.”

She laughed at my warning as she always did.

“Thank god. I locked you down, didn’t I?”

“Fucking hell, girl. Don’t start with that, or we’ll never get out of here.”

The caveman was alive and well and wanting to fuck my pleasure into her until she was completely full of me. And for the reason she was now raining kisses all over my face there was a one hundred percent chance we would not make the next ferry because I was already pushing my hand up under her thin-strapped jade bodycon dress.

And I didn’t stop until I reached the damp apex of her clutching thighs, trapping my hand there like a Venus fly trap.

“I was going to tell you tonight, I swear, baby, after the opening when it was just you and me and you were all cozy relaxed.”

Relaxed meant she’d ridden orgasms out of me like it was her job to kill me with her pussy. It never took much, the moment I slid inside her and she clamped down on my dick it was always game over.

I suppose now I’d have to love her with more care. I couldn’t go at her like a raging ram … could I?

Someone please give my body that memo because it was full steam ahead when I dragged her thong to the side and rubbed a long finger along her slit right up to knuckle her needy-clit which hardened instantly.

“Oh, my god. That feelsgood.”

“About to get better,acushla. Get comfortable and let your man do all the work.” She was sideways on my lap, it didn’t give us much room for anything other than my hand shoved up her skirt, but I’d give it to her so good, so damn good she’d be lovely and pink when she walked into our pub.

“Does this mean you’re happy we’re having a baby? I know the timing isn’t ideal, we wanted to go traveling this summer.”

She bumped her hips to my fingers and I gave her what she silently asked for by sliding not one but two fingers deep inside until I touched the sensitive cushiony part of her that had her teeth biting first into her lower lip then she chose my shoulder as her new target to stifle most of her whimpers.

It felt fucking incredible to witness the soft buckling as she wilted against me and I tormented her, just so she’d bite me harder, swallowing my immediate growl in case she mistook it for anger and not the boiling lust churning me up to own her in all the ways I could.

Catherine knew all my hands, literally and figuratively. The former con artist and the man who took care of her and she’d understand how I needed to give her this pleasure more than I needed my next chug of air.

There was no decision about whether I was happy she was pregnant. Not even when realization clouded my brain and I comprehended I’d forever have to share my wife with a tiny, screaming person who would want her sweet, ripe tits more than I would be allowed on them ever again.

The happiness just was.

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