Page 38 of Naughty Irish Fate
“Rooker. I want your promise now. Promise me if you go, I go too. I can’t... I never wanted to be that woman who waited at the pier for someone but I would wait for you. I love you, Rooker. Fate knew just what she was doing, I think. I love you, baby.” It’s wild and crazy that after just a short time, I can say those words. Say them and truly mean them.
I never wanted to be my mother’s daughter, but maybe there’s something to be said about how she loved my father. I’d like to think I could have carried on without Rooker but the past few hours of thinking he was gone make me think otherwise.
Can’t say I would give up on life like she did.
But I know without Rooker life could never be the same.
“Fuck, I love you. I swore I was coming back no matter what it took me, Wyn. Nothing was stopping me. Nothing.” He kisses me again and I melt into him, into the safety of his touch, his love.
“Wait,” I bite gently at his lip when he pushes his tongue into my mouth, “How did you get here? Trudi talked with Ruddy he...” Rooker growls and sucks at my bottom lip as he slaps my ass.
“Maybe don’t say another man’s name while my tongue is in your mouth, yeah? Come here. Let’s talk.” Before he sets me down, he kisses me again and I laugh into his mouth I am so relieved to have him again.
Rooker sets me at our spot at the bar and explains. How the ship went down and he got separated. How he pleaded with the sea and fate to get him back to me somehow. After a day at sea, he was spotted by another trawler and he bribed them to turn their boat around and head to Shore Ridge.
“From the boat, I checked on my crew. Just to be sure they got back on land. Came home to you as fast as I could, Wyn. Fast as I could.” I take him in finally and realize he’s a little rougher than the last time I saw him. Sunburnt skin and dark eyes he looks weary. But still fucking beautiful.
“Don’t you need a doctor, Rook? To be sure...” He shakes his head and leans in for a sweet lingering kiss.
“No, Wynnie. Got you to nurse me back to health. I do believe you will make a sexy as fuck nurse, in fact.” Waggling his sandy brows he smiles and it lights up the entire room.
Damn, I love this man.
“Where shall I nurse you better, sailor?” Running my hands over his thighs, I press closer as the idea of caring for him gets me hot.
“Upstairs. Let’s go.” Rooker growls, starting to move from the stools.
“Can’t, love. I sold the joint. Signed papers today. It’s Bryan’s.” Clouds darken his face as he draws me closer with a tug of his boot on my stool.
“Fucker better know nothing else is his. You’re mine, Wynnie.” I shiver a little as I nod and press into his chest.
“Yes, baby. I am yours. I sold it because… I couldn’t be here after you. It was too much after everything else.” Rooker sighs sadly before he bends to kiss me.
“I swore I was coming back. Would have been lost to come back and find my beautiful baby gone.” Circling my waist with his hands, he lifts me atop his lap, forcing my legs to straddle his.
“Fate had other plans. I used the money to charter a boat. I want to see the world, Rooker. Do you think... could we see it together?” Rooker bands his arms across my back, crushing me to him.
“Fuck yes, baby. Never paid it much attention before. I want to see the whole fucking world with you, Wyn. I love you more than the seas, more than the skies, more than the air I breathe. Let me be your captain and I’ll show you the world.” I laugh and kiss him, leaning away with my hands braced at his chest.
“Maybe I ought to be captain? Last time you were....” I squeal as he slaps my ass and throws me over his shoulder.
Rooker doesn’t seem to give a good goddamn that I don’t own the place. He carries me upstairs and has me naked beneath him before I can protest. Not that I had plans to, of course.
“Oh god,” I pant as he drives me to my third orgasm, “Rook...” I shout his name as he pounds into me. Seems a near-death experience hasn’t slowed my sailor down.
“Fuck, I love you. Love when you chant my name and beg me to fuck you harder. You’re my siren, Wynnie baby. I love you. I love you. Going to see the entire fucking world with you.” We come together as I do chant his name and beg for more.
Finally, I have found my home.
Rooker is my home and I am his.
Doesn’t matter if our home is here in Shore Ridge or out on a boat seeing the world.
Home is wherever we are together.
Fate got it right–and I don’t need a coin toss to convince me.
