Seated to the hilt, he stopped, gasping for breath, trying to assimilate to the unforgiving tautness of her ass clenching around him. Christ. It would be a miracle if he could thrust three times without coming.
Keira, until that moment, had held to his command, remaining perfectly still. She turned slowly to look at him and she smiled. Then she turned away from him, lowering from her hands to her elbows and pushing her ass even farther into the air, driving him in just a touch more.
“Fuck me, Will.”
Her words released him and he moved out and back in, faster this time. Every thrust increased in speed and force until both of them were crying out from the pleasure-pain of the moment. His climax was long, the come pulled from his balls with the force of a freight train, leaving him to wonder if he’d ever walk again.
“Keira,” he whispered as the final drop of semen filled her ass. “God, Keira.”
With the last bit of strength left in his arms, he shoved the coffee table away, falling slowly to his side, keeping her back pressed tightly against his chest. He refused to leave the heat of her body and for several moments the two of them simply lay together, connected, side by side.
She broke the silence first. “Will?”
“Mmm,” he hummed, unwilling to break the power of the moment.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He grinned, placing a soft kiss against her shoulder. “I love you, too.”
Epilogue
“Okay everybody, they’re here. Quiet. Quiet, Riley! Shit, how much of that spiked punch have you had already? Tris, bend down more. I can see the top of your head over the bar,” Keira called out across the room.
They’d closed the pub today for a private family celebration. Sean had graduated from high school. They’d all attended the ceremony this morning, sneaking out as soon as it was over to come back to prepare for his surprise party. Pop had stayed behind as Sean gathered up the last of his things and said goodbye to many of the friends he’d grown up with.
Will gripped her tightly from behind, chuckling at her last-minute commands to her unruly bunch of siblings. They were bent down in their corner booth together.
“Shhh,” she warned him. He pinched her nipple covertly and struggled to control his cock when a little excited expulsion of breath escaped her lips. Woman was always primed and ready. He should know better than to tease her as he always got taken down in the fall. Then he thought to hell with it and grinned as he pinched the other nipple, causing it to peak beneath her T-shirt as well.
“You are the devil,” she whispered.
“And you’re my angel.”
She giggled. “Fallen angel.”
“Hush up, you two,” Ewan warned from his position beneath a nearby table, “or I’ll turn the hose on you.”
Pat opened the door, speaking far louder than he needed to. His odd behavior was no doubt making it obvious to Sean that something was up.
“Well, my goodness,” Pat practically shouted. “Where is everybody?”
“Surprise!” they all yelled in unison as Keira fought not to roll her eyes. Sean caught their gaze with a less-than surprised but totally pleased look on his face. The black eye had faded and was nearly gone. He still hadn’t told anyone what had prompted his fight, but as he and Chad seemed to have made amends, Will had convinced Keira to let it go.
The siblings all gathered around hugging Sean and Will smiled at the image they made. Perhaps one of the most wonderful things Keira had given him this past month was the opportunity to see a large, loving family up close and personal.
Riley snuck into the kitchen and came out with a triple-layer chocolate cake she’d made special for the occasion, claiming it was Sean’s favorite. Will dipped out the punch and he made sure to give Sean a cup from the liquor-free punchbowl when he caught the boy trying to sneak a glass of the spiked stuff.
“Here,” Will said, handing Keira a glass. She took a sip and winced.
“How much rum did Riley put in here? I can’t even taste the juice.”
“There’s supposed to be juice in there?” Riley asked with a laugh.
“Christ, the whole lot of us will be falling down drunk if we keep drinking that stuff,” she said. “Get some soda, Tris.”
“Nope. I sort of like the idea of falling down drunk,” her brother replied.
The door to the pub opened and Will did a double take as Tris appeared to have morphed into two people.
“Got room for one more?” the man asked.
“Killian!” The whole lot of Collins siblings yelled their brother’s name in unison, every one of them rushing to hug him.
“Sorry about missing the ceremony, Sean,” Killian said. “My leave wasn’t approved until the last minute and then I had a devil of a time finding a flight. I got here as soon as I could.” As he spoke, he walked over and took the glass of punch Will offered. “You must be the professor.”
He nodded and took the man’s proffered hand. “Yes I am.” After spending the past month proving his worth to Keira’s other three brothers, he stiffened his spine, prepared to take up the battle once more.
“Nice to meet you,” Killian said. “So, Keira, sounds like you finally found a man worthy of you.”
Keira shared the surprise he felt at her brother’s remark. “Well, I certainly think so,” she answered, “but who told you?”
“I did,” Tris answered.
“Nay, it was me,” Pat replied, “in our phone call Friday night.”
“I told you so in that email last week,” Teagan added.
They all laughed and Will felt his heart expand at the thought of being included in this amazing family.
“Actually,” Will said, placing his hand across Keira’s shoulders and pulling her close. “I wanted to…” He paused and looked down at her. She nodded. “We wanted to let you all know that Keira has agreed to move in with me.” He looked quickly at her father. “Now I know that’s probably not the way you would prefer it, Pat, but…”
Part of their concerns in sharing their plans with the family had been Keira’s fear of Pat’s response to their decision to “shack up,” as she teasingly called it.
“Now son, you don’t have to worry about me,” Pat replied. “I’m hip to the new ways,” he said so stiffly everyone in the room burst into laughter.
“Oh Christ, Pop. What the hell was that?” Riley asked.
“All I’m trying to say is that I think I speak for all of us when I say, welcome to the family, son.”
“Hear, hear,” Tris said, raising his glass.
The toast was just the first of many as the family lifted their glasses to Sean and to Killian’s return, but it was Pat’s last toast that meant the most to all of them.
“Raise your glasses one last time,” he said. “Here’s to the one who couldn’t be with us today. She’d be damn proud of every single one of you. You truly are Sunday’s children.”
Will tightened his grip on Keira as she attempted to covertly wipe away a tear.
“You okay?” he whispered as Riley started handing out plates, telling everyone to eat.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“I love you, Miss Collins,” he said, hoping to lighten the sadness in her face, calling her by the name he’d used in the classroom.
She laughed. “I love you too, Professor William Wallace.”
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Ruby Tuesday
Wild Irish, Book 2
Tuesday’s child is full of grace…
Sky Mitchell is hiding out in Baltimore, seeking peace and solitude while he struggles with a career decision. Lead singer of popular rock group The Universe, he’s thinking of going it alone. Wandering into an Irish pub, he’s ecstatic to discover the breakout single for his solo album—but the songwriter doesn’t want to sell. One musical challenge later, not only does he win the song, but also a writing partner to complete the rest of the album.
Teagan Collins has never aspired to
fame and fortune. She’s content taking care of family, friends and neighbors, and singing in her family’s pub. Working on an album with Sky tests her patience…and her libido. The hot rocker plays her body like a fine instrument, their desire deepening with each song they write.
But someone doesn’t want Sky to go solo, and is repeatedly trying to sabotage the couple’s efforts. Undaunted, Sky wants Teagan to join him onstage at his farewell concert to sing her original, Maybe Tomorrow.
If they make it through today.
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ONE GOLD HEART
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One Gold Heart
Mac Wallis agrees to join the wind quintet, Dominant Cord, for the Christmas concert season as a favour to an old friend. It's her first step towards recovery after a vicious attack more than a decade before. However, sparks fly when Dominant Cord's unofficial leader, flutist, Finn Taylor takes issue with Mac's reliance on medication in order to perform.
Mac can't understand why the jerk who so completely humiliated her at their first rehearsal keeps showing up in her late-night fantasies as the Dom of her dreams. It's not even like he's the good kind of bad boy.
After his marriage ended in disaster, Finn tries to steer clear of damaged women, but as a Dom, he feels compelled put aside his own hang-up to help Mac reclaim her independence and her former life.
DEDICATION
For my amazing Grandma.
I miss you every day, but especially at Christmas.
Chapter 1
Mac checked the caller ID and grinned as she answered, "Hi, Sully."
"I need a huge favour."
"I'm quite certain it's customary to at least say hello, maybe even engage in a little small talk before making requests," Mac scolded.
"Look Mac, I'm desperate and I don't have time to suck up. I was stupid and went on a date yesterday to the outdoor skating rink, and—"
Mac interrupted. "But you can't skate."
"Yeah, back to the 'I was stupid' part. Anyway, I broke two ribs when I crashed into the side railing and I'm out of commission for the next six weeks."
"I'd have more sympathy if you'd stop thinking with your dick, you know."
"I don't need sympathy, just a favour. Dominant Cord has gigs booked for most of December, starting Friday, and I need you to sub for me."
Mac cringed. "Tell me you don't mean Friday, as in day after tomorrow Friday."
"Yes, that's exactly the Friday I mean."
"Bugger. You, of all people, know I hate performing. There must be someone else you can call on."
"'Fraid not. Everybody's booked solid. C'mon Mac, you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I had any other option."
"You are such a weasel."
"I knew I could count on you."
Mac was suspicious. "Hang on, what are we playing?"
"Bach's Christmas Oratorio," Sully mumbled.
"For that, you miserable lump of knob cheese you are paying for the beta-blockers and you owe me a favour to be named later."
"Done."
"Shit, that was too easy. I have a couple of errands to run this morning. I'll swing by to pick up the music and get the details from you on my way home."
"Fabulous. I'll see you soon."
"Yeah, just feckin' fabulous," Mac muttered as she hung up the phone.
***
Mac rang the bell, nervously clenching her fists as she waited. Minutes later, she took another anxious look at her watch and rechecked the house number against the address Sully had given her. Yup, apparently, this was the place. She rang the bell again and waited. Irritated and out of patience, she decided to make one last effort before giving up. As she prepared to knock, the door was replaced by a broad chest and impressive biceps accentuated by a muscle-hugging, black t-shirt. She stomped on her lust. She was here to work, and didn't need to complicate her life any further.
"What?"
Mac took an involuntary step back and looked way up. She briefly regarded his handsome face, but his Guiness-brown eyes had her wet and tingly before she could regain her composure. She extended her hand and said, "Um, hi. I'm Mac Wallis, Sully's sub."
The man gave her the once over and blew out an exasperated breath. "You've got the date wrong, pet. The play party isn't until Sunday night."
; His deep voice resonated within Mac's chest, sending another trickle of moisture into her panties. "Sunday? Sully told me we were scheduled to play on Friday night."
"I don't think so, pet. We're otherwise engaged on Friday. Where is Sully, anyway? He should have been here ten minutes ago."
"He's at home, where else would he be?"
"Here. He is supposed to be here for a rehearsal, dammit"
Realisation dawned and Mac held up her index finger. "Hang on a mo." She suspected this man wasn't often interrupted by a finger waving woman, and his surprised look amused her. She reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and punched in Sully's number.
She didn't wait for his greeting before laying into him. "That favour to be named later just doubled, pal. I'm standing in front of a very grumpy man who wants to know why you're not here and I am. I'll be generous and assume you are loopy on pain meds and forgot. I'm going to give the phone to Mr. Peevy-pants, and you will rectify the situation immediately."
Mac handed the phone over and stomped off the porch, needing the space to cool off. She was already so stressed about having to play for strangers on crappy reeds, she didn't need to colour it with anger and arousal. Bugger that feckin' weasel, Sully, anyway. She kept her back to the house as she inhaled deeply through her nose, letting each breath trickle from her mouth.
She was almost calm when Mr. Sexy-voice invaded her happy place. "Mac, he wants a quick word."
She turned slowly and took one more deep breath before heading back up the stairs to reclaim her phone. "This had better be fixed, because if there is even the slightest problem, I'm done. Are we clear?"
"I am SO sorry, Mac. Really, I meant to call and—"
"I don't want excuses, Sully. Just tell me it's sorted."
"It's sorted."
Mac disconnected, and returned the phone to her bag.
"That was rude. You didn't even say goodbye."
Mac's eyes flashed as she wagged her finger again. "Stop right there. I am doing him a huge favour. Far bigger than I think you could ever understand. His fuck-up increased the value of that favour and we've been friends long enough that we don't always have to observe telephone etiquette. I am here as Sully's substitute because he is unable to play. Can I assume we are both on the same page, now? "
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