Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Our wee boy was almost seven months old, and this was the first time we’d left him with someone who wasn’t family.
“He’ll be fine,” I whispered in Monroe’s ear.
She jerked in surprise and then turned to me with wide, guilty eyes. At the sight, I sighed inwardly. Maybe we’d be better off leaving the reception early. But then she surprised me. “I’m sorry. I want to be here.” Roe clasped my face in her hands. “It’s just a bit of separation anxiety.”
“I know. If you want, we can go.”
“No.” She shook her head and held out a hand to me. “We’re going to enjoy your brother’s wedding.”
Grinning, I let my wife lead me onto the dance floor, then I drew her deep against my body and watched her eyes flare. Anticipation filled me as I moved my pelvis against hers. Sex had been a thing of the past for what felt like forever, but we were finding our rhythm again. Still, we didn’t have time for much more than quick and quiet. I was eager to make love to my wife properly.
I knew by her expression that her mind was in the same filthy gutter as mine.
“You know, I think my brother would understand if we disappeared upstairs for a while. I might have gotten us a room.”
Monroe’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with the telltale sign of arousal. “Really?”
“Really, Sunset.”
“Well, what the bloody hell are we waiting for?”
Throwing my head back in laughter, I cuddled her close. “What happened to separation anxiety?”
Roe scowled. “Teasing me about that is one way not to get laid, Brodan Adair.”
Straining not to smile, I nodded. “Good point.”
“Well?”
“What?”
“Uh … room … upstairs … now.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. Taking her hand, I tugged her across the dance floor, meeting Arran’s knowing gaze, and ignoring the equally knowing gazes of my brothers and sisters.
“They all know,” Monroe whispered a little breathlessly as we left the pub and hurried upstairs.
“And they all completely understand,” I replied over my shoulder.
By the time we reached our room, Monroe was giggling at my side, making me chuckle. As soon as I unlocked the door, she shoved me inside impatiently.
She still wore her dress, and I’d only dropped trews and undies when she jumped me.
“We’re supposed to be taking our time,” I panted, holding her hips tight as I sat on the edge of the bed while she rode me.
“We’ll take our time after this,” Roe huffed against my lips. “I need you now.”
“Fuck,” I groaned as her tight heat stroked me.
We came like sex-starved teens, and as I held her in my arms, I smiled as I felt Monroe shake with laughter. “That was fast.” She chuckled, pulling back to look at me.
I reached for a soft, slow kiss and then murmured, “It was exceptional. But I’m calling the shots for round two. First order of business is to get you very, very naked, Mrs. Adair.”
Monroe beamed, as she always did when I called her Mrs. Adair. I’d achieved many a thing in my life, but nothing filled me with more pride than my son’s very existence or my wife taking pleasure in sharing my name.
As if she read my mind, her face fell. “Do you think Lennox is okay?”
I nodded reassuringly. “I wouldn’t let anyone near him I didn’t trust.”
Hearing the hard truth in my words, Roe relaxed.
When the world found out that not only was I retiring but settling down at home with my pregnant wife, we were unprepared for the media storm. The paparazzi hit Ardnoch like never before, and it was so bad, we had to move back into Ardnoch Castle temporarily. The entire family was given protective detail, and it seemed to go on for weeks, even though it probably only lasted a fortnight. My fans showed a mix of support and love and blame and viciousness toward Monroe. I stayed off social media, no longer required to keep up in the way I had as a working actor.
By the time it was announced I was producing the film I’d written after a renowned director picked it up, the attitudes of the masses softened a bit. They were excited I was still working in film in some capacity. The movie, about childhood friends who fall in love with each other at different times and drift apart only to find each other again eventually, would go into production next month. I’d be away from home for the first time since returning. Thankfully, I wouldn’t be needed on set for the entire shoot, so my trips down there would just be a few days at a time.
As for the distillery, it was coming along. Lachlan and I had finally decided on our whisky, and it was now maturing. The distiller would open to the public once our first bottles were ready to be sold.