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These three. Fuck, they’ve been my rock for over a year, and we’ve never even met in person until today. And they’re here? For me? Because this amazing, feisty woman wants to spend the rest of her life with me? It doesn’t feel real.
I turn to my girl, open up the ring box I’ve been carrying around for months, on the off chance the right moment presented itself. “Nora, I?—”
“I already proposed, and you said yes. I don’t need this. It’s been you and me since the moment I stepped foot in Ireland. I’d marry you today, if I could.”
Russ chimes in, raising a finger. “I’m an ordained minister, but we’d have to fly to BC to make it happen.”
“You’re a what?” Will laughs. “We’ve known you for a year and not once have you told us this? Can you perform divorces, too?”
“That’s not a thing,” Elle grumbles, elbowing Will in the side. “Besides, you’re enough of a PR nightmare without adding a marriage and a quickie divorce to the mix.”
Will has mentioned on a few calls that he can’t stand Elle, but based on the way he’s looking at her, there’s something more at play. Either they’ve shagged, or they’re going to.
Ignoring their obvious flirtation, I rest my forehead on Nora’s and whisper, “Will you be my wife, Nora, my little night owl who has consumed my every thought? Marry me and make me the happiest man who ever walked the earth?”
“I still stand by it being my idea first,” she chuckles.
I slip the ring onto her finger and wrap Leo and Nora in a tight embrace. While I love my siblings, Nora and Leo are the family I never knew I was missing, the family who chose me.
EPILOGUE
NORA
One Year Later
Yes, I married the man I tried to stay far, far away from. It took me some time to catch up, but I am hopelessly in love with Ronan. He loves with his whole heart, and for whatever reason, he trusts me with it.
We lasted a total of two weeks before we eloped. I’ve been married and didn’t need a wedding, and with Ronan finishing the season, it made sense for us to quietly marry. The media forgot all about his little announcement that he was to be engaged when he was appointed the new assistant coach position with Cork. No matter how many times he insisted he wanted this, I was afraid of the change. I never wanted him to resent Leo and me for retiring early, but the club respects him, and this season they were league champions.
Leo, Declan and Gavin were on the same team this year, with Lucas as one of their new football coaches, helping Ronan when their match days conflict. Lucas had an offer to play for the new rugby team here in Cork, and Bridget convinced him to help theboys. Gavin adores him, so I may or may not have been trying to fix them up for the past year, to no avail.
Bridget was a saint and offered to have Leo for a sleepover tonight, giving Ronan and I much needed alone time. Between the rush of the season ending, I all but begged her, but in exchange we’ll take the boys a night later this week—it’s our anniversary, so I wanted to plan something special for Ronan.
I gave Ronan a grocery list to keep him busy, filled mostly with items we don’t need. Stripping out of my match day clothes, I quickly hop in the shower, letting the warm steam envelop me. Unfortunately, my husband is an incredibly efficient shopper and I’m surprised to find him opening the shower door and joining me less than ten minutes after I stepped in.
“Happy anniversary, Mrs. O’Leary,” he purrs, pulling me close and kissing my neck.
“You enjoy saying that a bit too much, Mr. O’Leary,” I laugh, biting my lip. He’s lost a bit of his muscle since he isn’t following the same regimen when he was playing, but I’m still obsessed with his toned shoulder and back muscles that have maintained. I smooth my hands down them as water pelts his back.
“Fuck, Nor, I need you right fucking now.” He sucks hard on my neck, leaving a bruise behind. Without fail, I have no less than three on my body at any given moment.
“I had plans,” I whine. “I bought the cutest red silk knickers and matching bra. I was going to surprise you, all sexy on the bed, ready for you to ravish me.”
“Come on.” He turns off the water. “You know I hate shower sex.”
We step out and dry off, then he bends to lift me up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry—just like our first night together. “Damn it, Ronan! I can walk. It isn’t as if I’m unwilling… Unless you want to role play tonight?”
“Not tonight.” He tosses me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing, my wet hair sticking to my face. It’s truly the most unattractive sight, but my husband doesn’t seem to care. “Tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife until both of us are so fucking spent that we pass out.”
“So, thirty minutes?”
Ronan lets out a hearty laugh. “Such a fucking brat.” In an instant, I’m flipped onto my stomach, arse in the air. He palms each cheek, kneading a couple of times. I shudder when he licks up my pussy, teasing my entrance with his tongue in little licks, then presses his lips to my clit, sucking hard. I’ve been craving his touch all day that it only takes a few minutes before I come, crying out his name. “Are you ready to count for me?”
“One.” It’s only a whisper, so there’s a swift spank on my arse. “One!” I shout earning me a kiss to the sting.
“Attagirl. Let’s see if we can get you to ten tonight.”
My husband, the delicious man that he is, makes me come seven times…seven.It was probably eight and I lost count. My body is buzzing, and he’s only come inside me once. It’s my own fault, stumbling across a book last month where the man made her come ten times; Ronan took it as a challenge. He’s determined, as if levelling up in a video game.