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“Aye, keep coming. I can go for another hour. Anything to make you feel better, wife.”
I just smile because his head is already on my shoulder, driving me insane. I hold on for what I know will be a wild ride.
After lunch, Kieran disappears to watch Sunday football with his brothers, Ewan Quinlan, and Ewan’s brothers. It’s like a rugby team in the media room on the second floor, and I’m surprised the ceiling doesn’t crack or cave in. That and I’m blinded by the male beauty.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting at the kitchen island, researching other foundations for my project when Balor struts in.
He’s an adorable nerd with sandy-blond hair and dark-rimmed glasses. “It’s Sunday. You shouldn’t be working. Come watch the game with us.” He reaches into the fridge and comes out with a handful of longneck beers.
Other nights, it’s an Irish whiskey drinking contest in suits and cigars. On Sundays, my house smells like a pub. I smile, though, because Kieran loves when his brothers are here. But his face is brightest when he’s inside me. He does seem a lot happier overall now that I’ve completely moved into his bedroom and we go at it every night.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” I close my laptop to crash the all-male football party, when my phone rings, and I see it’s Samantha, returning my call from earlier.
Through my eyelashes, I watch Balor and wonder if he’s listening in on my calls, as well as checking who I’m talking with. I can’t ask because that will tip him off.
When he leaves, I step outside and call her back from the yard, facing the kitchen so no one can sneak up on me and listen.
“Hey.” Sam sounds out of breath, probably at the gym. “What’s going on? I saw you called me.”
“The usual. Sunday football. A house full of thirst traps.” I take a breath. “I need a favor.”
“The kind that will land an Irish bullet in my head?”
I bark a laugh. “No.”Maybe.“I need a package of birth control pills.”
“Did you lose yours?”
“No. I finished my last package. I’m supposed to be… We’re supposed to be trying to get pregnant.” I hear Samantha exhale. “Don’t sigh your disapproval like that.”
“What are you doing?” When I launch into myschool should come firstexcuse, she cuts me off. “Why are you lying to him? He’s going to find out and be furious. You’ve gotten so far with him. He totally trusts you now.” She’s right.
“I just want to finish college and maybe work for a year.”
“That’s a long way off. How long do you think he’ll just let you keep getting your period before he drags you to some doctor?”
I shudder, remembering his twin brothers out west are doctors. I might wake up one day to see Cormac or Darragh standing over me, ready to take cervix samples.
“Kieran… He’s intense. And I’ve figured out that I can’t come at him with anything big. My wanting to work at a foundation when I graduate and then start my own is a big deal. I need time to ease him into the idea. But once I do, I know he’ll be proud of me. Besides, everyone is still buzzing about Stasia, and all the Irish families have lined up behind Kieran.” I have to be careful, remembering I’m talking to an Italian who can use the information I give her to blackmail her union-boss father for a trip to Hawaii. “Kieran doesn’t need a baby right now, this second. He used that as an excuse when we first got married as a way to give our marriage a purpose. He just hasn’t recalculated yet. But he’s getting there.” The way he went at me in the shower didn’t hint at the slightest disappointment that I wasn’t pregnant.
And damn, he was right. I felt a little crampy, but the orgasms made them disappear.
“Or, he still wants that, and you’re telling yourself your marriage is real when it’s not.” Her words anger me, and I want to hang up on her.
But I need those damn pills. “Well, you don’t know him.”
“You’re right. I don’t. You should change that. Let’s all hang out.”
I scoff a laugh, remembering the last time we hung out. But she has a point. She’s my best friend, and she should get to know my husband. “Where?”
“There’s a new club called Juicy I’ve been dying to check out.”
I dump my head in my hands, not knowing what to do with that one. “Really? Juicy?”
“I didn’t name it.”
“I don’t know. Can you just meet me in the damn bathroom at the pharmacy on Steinway?”
“No, ma’am. I’m playing hardball because I want to see you. You deserve a night out. And if you have Kieran with you, there’s no reason for him to push back. I want to meet the king.”
