by Sofia Tate
After they reunited at the lake, they wanted to marry as soon as possible. They booked a chapel for the following month in one of the larger resorts, and invited only their closest relatives, along with Gigi and Sean with their families, Dante and Fergus, Paul and Steven, Clea, and Clayton and Spencer with their wives. Gigi was Blakely’s maid of honor, returning the favor that her best friend had performed for her.
Before the wedding, Blakely had told Ronan everything about her father, so he was prepared for anything with him. He was ready to go toe to toe with him if necessary, anything to protect Blakely. But when he met him at the rehearsal dinner, Ronan was surprised to find him civil, almost bordering on friendly. Even his daughter was surprised at his attitude. Her mother told Blakely in private that he had begun seeing a therapist, and it was obvious to her that the sessions had changed him for the better.
His brothers managed to show up for the wedding. He wasn’t that close with either of them, and it was just as well that Sean was Ronan’s best man. Declan was constantly joking with Frankie, whose fake smile and laughter echoed to much deeper feelings to which he was oblivious. And Liam brought some random girl, adorned with the full package of fake boobs and lips, hanging all over him during the ceremony and reception.
But neither of them could have done anything to ruin his wedding. When Blakely was walking down the aisle with her father, Ronan burst into tears, completely unashamed to show how much he loved her. Once Blakely met him at the altar, she reached out and wiped away his tears with her fingertips, as he did the same for her, smiling and laughing softly through it all.
They had a brief honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas because they were anxious to get back to the ranch and begin working on it. And now, four years later, the ranch had surpassed all of their expectations. With Blakely’s business savvy, they were booked every month, bringing in business not just to the ranch, but to Blossom as well, which was now thriving because of it. The ranch was also the first success story of C&R Consultants, Blakely’s firm, which now had clients in Nevada and California. Blakely was quickly building a reputation for herself as a businesswoman who was selective when taking on a client, but it was only because when she applied her golden touch to it, profits would shortly follow. Ronan was proud as hell of her, and he knew that no matter what happened in her work, she always returned to him in the end.
The roar of a car made Ronan swivel in his chair. He looked out the window and saw his wife’s white Lexus hybrid SUV pull into her reserved parking spot. She got out of the driver’s seat and went around to the other side. Ronan watched and smiled as he saw Blakely pull their three year-old daughter, Daisy, out of her car seat. With her long blonde curls, she was the image of her beautiful mother, with an attitude to match.
Daisy took off as Blakely yelled to wait for her. Within seconds, he heard the sound of little feet in cowboy boots echo throughout the lobby, as well as his daughter’s loud voice.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
“I’m in here, Daisy!”
He turned his chair to face away from the desk, his arms outstretched, waiting for his daughter to charge right into them.
A small head bobbed above his desk right before she ran into him. “There’s my girl!” He gave her a tight hug. “Did you have fun at the market?”
Daisy began to pout. “No, I didn’t. Mommy wouldn’t let me get the fun cereal. I wanted the one with the tiger on it, but she got Cheerios again.”
Ronan heard the lobby door slam. “Daisy Renata Byrne, you know better than to run away when I tell you to stay put!”
Father and daughter looked at each other. Daisy whispered, “Uh-oh. Mommy’s mad.”
Ronan put his finger up to his mouth. “Shh! If we’re quiet, maybe she won’t find us.”
“Okay. I’ll hide,” she told her father as she burrowed her head into his chest.
The sound of heavy boots thundered across the floor into the office. Blakely’s face was red from anger. “Daisy, what did I tell you?”
“I’m sorry, honey,” he said, raising his hands, feigning helplessness, “but I don’t see anyone named Daisy in here.”
Blakely pursed her lips as she smiled. As mad as she was, her heart melted every time at the sight of her daughter with her father.
“Well, then, she must’ve run away. That’s too bad, because now she won’t be able to spend the night with her granddad and nana.”
Daisy spun around in her father’s lap. “No, Mommy! I’m here! I’m here! I want to go to Grandad and Nana’s!”
“Oh, there’s my daughter,” she exclaimed in fake surprise, “who needs to listen to her mother when she tells her to do something!”
“Mommy’s right, sweetie,” Ronan whispered into his daughter’s ear. “You need to listen to her, okay?”
Daisy lowered her head. “Okay, Daddy.”
A voice boomed outside the door. “Where’s my pretty Daisy?”
Daisy scooted out of her father’s lap and ran into Malachy’s arms. He lifted her in the air and pecked her on both cheeks. “There she is!”
Rosaleen followed her husband into the office and kissed her granddaughter’s curly hair. “Ready to go to Nana’s house, love?”
Daisy pulled herself back to look at Rosaleen. “And Grandad’s house too, Nana!”
Ronan and Blakely smiled at each other and shared a look, rolling their eyes.
Ronan pointed to the chair by the door. “Her overnight bag is over there, Ma.”
Rosaleen picked it up, and began to follow Malachy out the door. “Enjoy your day, loves. We’ll see you later.”
Blakely cupped her hands over her mouth to shout to her daughter. “Thank you. Bye, baby. Mommy and Daddy love you!”
Ronan and Blakely didn’t hear a reply from their daughter, only a set of squeals, no doubt brought on by something Malachy had said or done.
Blakely walked over to her husband and planted herself in his lap, who promptly clamped his lips over hers as he wrapped his arms around her. A bulge in his jeans made a swift appearance. She pulled back and smiled at Ronan. “Miss me, baby?”
He ran his fingers through her thick blonde hair. “Always.”
She laid her head down in the crook of his shoulder, sighing. “I swear, our daughter will be the death of me.”
“And whose fault is that? Like mother, like daughter.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. She’s three going on thirty. She notices everything. Too smart for her own good.”
“Sounds familiar.” He squeezed his wife. “I think we have somewhere we need to be.”
Blakely looked into her husband’s eyes. “Indeed, we do. Let’s go.”
After a quick stop to retrieve two packed tote bags and a large cooler from their house, Ronan and Blakely walked back across the road and hopped into Ronan’s Jeep. As they held hands, only letting go when he had to shift gears, Ronan drove to their spot by the lake, stopping in at the spa on the way to check on everything.
They pulled up to the small parking slot on the side of the road that Ronan had marked off specifically for his Jeep. He grabbed the cooler as Blakely picked up the tote bags, walking a short distance to the structure that now stood there.
It was a small wooden cottage that only had one room. A California King bed took up most of the space, with a skylight above them in the roof so Ronan and Blakely could see the stars at night. A wall of sliding glass doors opened up in the back so they could see the lake as they lay in bed, with white gauzy floor-length curtains hanging down from the ceiling should they want more privacy during the day.
This was their home away from home. Ronan had it built for his wife as a present on their first anniversary. He couldn’t really keep it a surprise from her since they visited their spot at least once a week, but he enjoyed watching the look of awe across her face every time they came, seeing the wonder in her eyes, no doubt envisioning what it would look like once it was completed.
The place was a testament to their love, and Ron
an had carried her across the threshold when it was finally ready for her. He had blindfolded her until he was ready to reveal it to her once she was inside. When she did see it, Blakely had cried from it all, and they christened their hideaway many times that day long into the evening.
Blakely pulled out the champagne from the cooler as Ronan opened the sliding doors to let the warm breeze in. He took off his clothes except for his briefs. He watched lustfully as his wife took off her clothes, wrapping herself in the white silk robe that hung on the back of the door.
Blakely sat down and watched her husband pop the cork on the champagne bottle, filling two crystal flutes that they kept in the small cupboard near the door. He brought them over to his wife, placing one into her hand.
Ronan cleared his throat. “Four years ago today in this exact spot, I asked you, Blakely Pierce Byrne, the sexiest, most stubborn woman I’ve ever met, to marry me. And thank God you said yes, because you’ve given me a life that I never could’ve imagined for myself, filled with love and laughter and the best make-up sex I’ve ever had. Most of all, you’ve given me my precious daughter, Daisy, who thank God is nothing like me, because I love knowing that there are two of you on this planet, which is better for it.”
Blakely’s eyes were wet with tears. She let them fall freely down her cheeks as she began to speak.
“Ronan Byrne, from the moment I saw you in Blossom Café in this small town that I now happily call home, I knew my life was going to change forever. Your gorgeous blue eyes attracted me and scared me at the same time, because I felt as if you could see into my soul, and that scared me to death. Nobody had ever affected me that way before, and being the stubborn ass I was, I did everything I could to deny how I truly felt about you. But I couldn’t get you out of my head, because I felt like there were signs everywhere pointing me back to you. And when I finally followed them, I found a life full of the things I hadn’t felt in a very long time-warmth, kindness, laughter, love, and the best earth-shattering orgasms I’d ever had in my life.”
Ronan roared with laughter as his wife continued.
“I love you so much, Ronan, my beloved husband. Thank you for giving me everything I never knew that I really wanted.”
They clinked glasses and drank the bubbly liquid.
After a few sips, Ronan took the flute from Blakely’s hand, and placed hers along with his on the side table. He walked over to the curtains and slid them across the rod, closing out the rest of the world.
He turned to face his wife. “Take off your robe, baby, and get on the bed.”
Never taking her eyes off his, Blakely let her robe drop to the floor in a pool of silk and climbed onto the bed, lying back on the sham pillows, spreading her legs wide to give him a vantage point into her pussy from where he was standing.
The bulge in Ronan’s briefs began to grow in size, stretching out the cotton fabric. Ronan’s cock began to throb. In one swift motion, he pulled his underwear down, leaving it on the floor, and climbed into bed with his wife.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair in her hands, silently commanding him to kiss her as hard as he could. He slowly moved down her body to her breasts, sucking them, savoring their taste in his mouth.
Blakely began to moan. “Ronan, come inside me. Please.”
“Anything my baby wants, my baby gets.”
Blakely was ready for him, her soaked pussy welcoming him as he thrust into her. There was no sound he loved more than his wife’s mewls as he pleasured her with his cock. He began to buck on top of her. The only sounds in the cottage were their raw, primal grunts and the wet slaps of their bodies against each other.
“Open your eyes, Blakely. I want to see you.”
His wife’s emerald eyes appeared before him, locked with his sapphire ones, which were now hooded with desire. His hands clamped down onto hers as her muscles locked around his cock. He pummeled her, her pants and his groans echoing throughout the cottage until they cried out together in ecstasy.
Ronan fell onto Blakely, covering her in his sweat. They panted until their breathing returned to normal. He pulled his face back to look into his wife’s face, who was crying again.
“I love you, Ronan. So much,” she whispered.
Ronan smiled at Blakely, wiping away her tears with his fingertips. “I love you too, baby. Always.”
After placing a soft kiss on his wife’s lips, Ronan slowly crawled over and reached for the iPod that was hooked up to a set of small speakers on the nightstand. He hit the play button and settled Blakely back into his arms.
As the sun began to shift in the sky, the slow strums of a guitar echoed throughout the cottage. Van Morrison began to sing about a place called the Mystic, enveloping Ronan and Blakely in their own private cocoon as they blissfully fell asleep in each other’s arms.
HIS ALL ALONG (The Byrne Brothers – Book 2)
Declan is the middle Byrne brother and the deputy sheriff in Blossom. His best friend is Francesca (Frankie) Davies, who works in her family-owned café in town. He’s been friends with her so long that he’s oblivious to her true feelings for him. He doesn’t realize what he could lose until a serial killer wreaks havoc in Blossom, threatening the one thing he never knew he truly wanted.
HIS TO PROTECT (The Byrne Brothers – Book 3)
Liam, the bad boy of the Byrne family, only has two priorities in life: getting paid and getting laid. Then his life changes in one night when he becomes a temporary bodyguard for Zoey Page, a famous alternative singer in Las Vegas who had a troubled childhood that comes back to haunt her. She’s not his type at all – petite, pixie blond hair, a wisp of a girl. But once he meets her, he’ll do anything to keep her safe.
Cover Art by Cover Couture
Books by Sofia Tate
Davison & Allegra
Breathless For Him
Devoted To Him
Forever With Him
Crazy For Him
Grayson & Lily
His Beauty
Her Beast: Coming March 2019
The Prose Series
Unspoken
Unbroken: Coming November 2018
Unforeseen: Coming Spring 2019
The Byrne Brothers
His For Now
His All Along (Book 2 – Declan): Coming 2019
His To Protect (Book 3 – Liam): Coming 2019
About the Author
Growing up in a bilingual family in Maplewood, NJ, Sofia Tate was a shy, good girl who attended Catholic school and never misbehaved. Now, she is a proud author of contemporary erotic romance. She graduated from Marymount College in Tarrytown, NY, with a degree in International Studies and a minor in Italian. She also holds an MATESOL from New York University and an MFA in Creative Writing from Adelphi University. She has lived in London and Prague. A former resident of New York City, Sofia currently lives in New York’s Hudson Valley.
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