“I love ye. I love ye,” he panted, kissing my face and repeating his devotion. “Ye’re mine forever,” he growled, possessing my mouth rough and loving all at once.
“Forever,” I sighed, pulling his body down on mine.
Declan
Six Years Later
I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Silvia and I have been married for ten years. It only felt like yesterday that I watched her walk toward me surrounded by a group of men who hated my guts for existing.
“Whoa, Cowboy, what are you thinking about so hard over there?” she asked from our bed. I turned around from the window and drank in her beauty. “Just about us, my princess. These ten years of loving ye have been wonderful.”
“And we’re just getting started.” She tossed the sheet back and wagged her finger at me, summoning me to her. I make my way over there in only my boxers. “Is there anything else on your mind?”
“Absolutely,” I growled, climbing onto the bed and leaning over her.
I kissed her lips, slowly deepening it until we both needed air. “Is there anything you regret?”
“Nothing,” I whispered, kissing her again, I eased off her swollen well-loved lips, bending lower peppering kisses down her neck. She had on a satin pink nightgown that was, at present, in my way. I slipped my finger under the thin strap and slid it off her shoulder and followed it down with my lips. She moaned, rocking her hips into me. I growled and wrapped her leg around my waist, pressing her body into the mattress with my pulsing cock hard on her stomach.
We were startled apart when the door opened up. Standing there, only illuminated by the hallway light was our youngest, Agnes. I groaned and pulled the covers over my bottom half. My dick was harder than stone, but her arrival eased it.
Silvia fixed her strap and leaned on her elbow, facing the door. “Agnes, angel. What are ye doing?” I asked her.
“Mama, papa, I have bad dream,” she cried, rubbing her eyes. Fuck, break my heart why didn’t she? My second little beauty was her mother all over again. No wonder Stefano was putty when it came to Silvia. My girls were too damn perfect.
“Oh no, come here,” Silvia told her gently with her arms open. My sweet little girl was only four and normally a spitfire like her mother, but not tonight. Every day she picked a fight with her siblings because she knew that they couldn’t hit her. Carter, Anna, and Shane grumbled all the time about how spoiled she was, but they had been just as bad at her age. She climbed up on our bed right between us. We snuggled her to us. “Tell us what it was about.”
“William took my doll and threw it in the garbage,” she exclaimed. William was six and the boy who moved into the Daley’s home after they moved to America to be closer to Regan and her family. William was just as mischievous as Agnes and Silvia’s father enjoyed telling me that maybe it was because he liked my princess. That was out of the question. She’d never leave her da for some boy. Anna was already crushing on the older brother who was way too old for her.
“Well that is one bad dream,” I muttered, kissing her forehead. Ten minutes later in our loving arms, Agnes fell asleep.
“Are you sure there’s nothing you regret.”
“Now that ye say that, I do regret not locking the door,” I chuckled, leaning over and kissing Silvia. “I’m going to carry her to bed.” I got off the bed and put on some pajama bottoms, and Chicago Bears slippers that I bought while visiting my in-laws last year. Scooping up my little lass, I carried her into her room and set her down, tucking her back in bed.
“I love ye, papa,” she whispered sleepily. Yeah, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
THE END