Doug pulled in front of the hotel that Devin had first taken me to on St. Patrick’s Day, and then again, on our wedding night.
He grinned when he saw the building. “I should buy this place.”
“Indeed. It’s not a far leap for the Roarke business to expand into hotels.”
“You’re right.”
Up in the room, a candlelight dinner was already waiting.
“Is this how you celebrate Lá Lúnasa?” he asked as he helped me into my chair.
“It’s how we do it.” I pulled off the dome. “Irish stew—”
“With mutton?”
“Of course. And potato bread. For dipping.”
He grinned. “What’s for dessert?”
“Me.”
He groaned. “Can we skip to that?”
“Eat your dinner.”
We settled into the meal, all the while, my nerves feeling a little rattled. There was no reason to be on edge, and yet I was.
“You know, it always makes me a little nervous when I feel like you're hiding something,” he said, taking my hand. “Pavlovian response.”
“I do have something to tell you.”
I could see him steady himself.
“Want to go to the couch?”
He shook his head. “No, I want you to tell me what’s going on.”
I moved my chair next to him and took his hands, trying to figure out the best way to share this. Finally, I decided on the direct route.
“Devin.”
“Serena.” His voice sounded apprehensive.
“You knocked me up again.”
It took him a moment to register what I said. Then a slow grin came to his face. “I did?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He stood, pulling me up with him. He cradled my face in his hands. “It just keeps getting better and better with you.” His hand went to my belly. “How? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Remember back in June when I had the flu?”
“Yes.”
“I missed a few. I’m sorry—”
“Sorry? Don’t be sorry, baby.” He grinned. “Andrew is going to be a big brother.”
“Yes.” I was relieved. We’d talked about more kids in an abstract sort of way, but hadn’t made any specific plans so I wasn’t sure how he’d feel.
“I’ll get to see it all. See you ripe with my child in you.”
I snorted. “You mean fat.”
“See our child as a baby.”
I felt bad that he’d missed that with Andrew.
“I love you so much.” He kissed me hard and maneuvered me to the bed. “Is it perverse that thinking of impregnating you makes me hard?”
I laughed. “No.”
“Is it okay to have sex?”
“Yes,” I said pulling him down over me.
“Lots of it? Because I’m feeling particularly horny.”
I pushed him over and undid his belt. “I want to see.”
We were a rush of arms and legs as we got undressed. Once naked, Devin slowed things down, trailing kisses from my neck to my breasts and lower, hovering over my abdomen.
“There’s a baby in there.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Yes. It will be here in March.”
“I love March. I met you in March. I got engaged to you in March.”
“I think St. Patrick’s Day should be renamed Devin Roarke took my virginity and my heart day.”
He snorted and then groaned. “Fuck that makes me hard too.”
“What?”
“I took your virginity. I’m the only man who’ll ever be in your sweet body.”
“Do you plan to start soon, because I’m wet for you.”
“I think I just came.” He grinned up at me, and then lowered his head into my nest of curls and sent me soaring into pleasure.
I was still coming down when he moved up my body, and slid inside me. He took my hands in his, holding them over my head. His body pressed over mine and he kissed me. It was like every single inch of me was in contact with every inch of him.
His hips rocked in a slow rhythm. I didn’t know what other men were like in bed, but I couldn’t imagine any of them making me feel the way Devin did. Not just the pleasure, although that was spectacular. But he also made me feel loved and cherished. Laying together like this, it wasn’t just our bodies entwined, but our hearts and souls as well.
His lips tore from mine as he groaned and his hips picked up speed. “Tell me you’re close.”
“Yes,” I gasped as my orgasm teetered on the edge.
He lowered his lips to my nipple and sucked hard, and that was it, I was off to the heavens.
“Devin!” I cried out as my entire body was awash in the sweetest pleasure.
“Yes, baby…I’m there…” He groaned and thrust in, releasing warm liquid inside me. He did it again and again.
When he finished, he rolled us until I was splayed over him. My head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Let’s make Lá Lúnasa a regular holiday too,” he said through a ragged breath.
I laughed. “You know Lá Saoire i mí Dheireadh Fómhair is in October.”
“What is that?”
“I don’t know. I think something to do with Daylight Savings time and maybe Halloween.”
“You’ve been researching this?”
I lifted my head to look at him. “Yes. Do you think it’s weird?”
He gave me a wicked grin. “Not as long as all these holidays have us end up naked and sated.”
“Well, yeah,” I said as a matter of course.
He pushed my hair behind my ear as his face turned more serious. “You’re amazing, Serena. Thank you for taking away my boredom and bringing such joy to my life.”
I kissed him. “Devin, don’t you know? You’re my dream come true.”
The End
So Wrong (Preview)
A Second Chance Fake Marriage Romance (Heart of Hope Book 3)
Description
One plan.
One fake marriage.
One big disaster.
Everything about Dylan melts me.
He’s more than that ripped chest… those strong arms.
The best thing about him is his daughter.
The daughter that I babysit.
He shares Maisie with his ex-wife.
But I see the concern in his eyes.
He wants his daughter to be loved, to be safe.
…and he needs my help.
A fake marriage with me would win him the custody battle.
The only hiccup?
I let him take my V-card and get me pregnant.
I shouldn’t have kept it a secret.
Now, I have a baby and divorce papers on the way.
After all,
