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When I had no more to give, he got up and sat next to me, taking me into his arms.
“I love you,” he said, kissing me on the forehead, “and I’m really happy to have you back in my life.”
“I love you too, and I feel the exact same way,” I said, nuzzling his broad, muscular chest and feeling happier than I ever had.
Epilogue
Maggie
Eleven Months Later
The sound of beating drums reverberated around the narrow streets. There was something different about St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland. It felt more genuine, and the party atmosphere was electric.
There were also a lot more Irish flags everywhere, and everyone wore green. That was something I didn’t tend to see too much of at the St. Patrick’s Day parade in California.
Gavin and I had been together officially for a year. Living in sin by some standards, but common-law married by others. Either way, we’d been having lots and lots of the most amazing sex imaginable.
It was stimulation that really got my creativity flowing, to the point that I had finished a novel. Darcy had pulled some strings with her brother-in-law, who worked in publishing, and it was going to be published within the next year.
It was a RomCom about two people meeting in a therapist’s office who had to pretend to be engaged to save the girl from embarrassment. Gavin had laughed when he read it, though not in a bad way, and said it was very meta.
It had been an interesting year. Kenny and Raquel had somehow made up and gone ahead with their wedding— I’d turned down the invitation. I figured that if they wanted to be stupid enough to ruin their lives marrying each other, that was on them, but I didn’t want to waste one moment of my life watching them.
I wished I’d gone, though, because not one but two of Raquel’s boyfriends had stood up and objected. The whole thing ended in a bloody brawl and they hadn’t actually gotten married.
From what I’d heard, Raquel had since gotten engaged to a sugar daddy older than her dad, and Kenny had sold everything he owned and was now finding himself on the Appalachian Trail.
“What do you think of St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland?” Gavin asked, putting his arms around me.
“Even though I’m freezing my tits off, it’s magical,” I said.
“Aye, no kiddin’,” Gavin said, leaning down and kissing me from behind. “It’s magical days like today that make me want to do something crazy.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
“Like this.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, as, out of the blue, he got down on one knee.
My hands flew to my mouth, and tears filled my eyes.
He took a small black box out of his pocket. The sort of box that I recognized instantly.
“Yes!” I said, attracting some looks from bystanders.
“I didn’t even ask yet,” Gavin pointed out.
“Oh, right, please, continue,” I said.
“Maggie Sanders, will you marry me? You make me happier than I ever imagined I could be. Without you, my life is meaningless.”
I did a little dance.
“Yes. I will! I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
“Good. Same here. Because you are mo anam cara— my soul mate. The ancient Celts believed that when two people formed a deep bond, their souls would mingle. It was then said that each person had found their anam cara, their soul mate, and you’re mine.”
Tears filled my eyes, and a huge smile lifted the corners of his lips. Gavin opened the box revealing a gorgeous, antique emerald and diamond ring, polished until it nearly looked new again.
“It was my granny’s,” he said, taking the ring out of the box and gently slipping it onto my ring finger. “She wanted the first MacBride boy who got married to have it, and I think that’s fitting, since I’m the oldest one.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said, fighting off more tears.
Gavin got to his feet, held me tight, and kissed me tenderly.
I broke away and took his hand.
“What do you say we go and celebrate?”
“I say that’s a grand idea. We have a few hours before we have to meet up with my brothers.”
We practically ran back to the Europa Hotel, where we were staying during our visit. Gavin had informed me that it was known as the "most bombed hotel in the world" after having suffered 36 bomb attacks during The Troubles. It was a place of luxury and serenity now.
Gavin and I were barely through the door before we started to tear each other’s clothes off. He had me completely naked by the time we got to the bed, bending me over it so that my pussy and ass were exposed to him.
After feeling my pussy and realizing how wet I was for him— just like I always was— Gavin went straight to penetration, slamming the head of his cock inside me before I knew what was happening.
