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  I laugh as she goes in, hitting the light. One side is full of all my suits, hung in order by color. Below them are all my shoes. On the other rack are all my shirts and shorts and a few pair of jeans and slacks. More shoes and some of my winter equipment. The other side, though, is completely bare.

  “For my wife,” I say, answering her question. “This closet was redone when I turned sixteen since that’s when I started looking for a wife. Or so my parents thought. I think my mom’s goal was to lure a woman with a huge closet if she married me. I was a little dorky back then.”

  She laughs, “I highly doubt that.”

  “Ah, let’s say the curls weren’t tamed then. Pretty sure I have a Brillo pad head.”

  She turns to me, wrapping her arms around my midsection. “I would still find you crazy hot and want you. Brillo pad head and all.”

  I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. My body catches fire immediately, as always. There is something about this gorgeous girl’s body against mine that drives me mad. Insanely mad. Capturing her mouth with mine, I hold her to me as my mouth works with hers. I gasp against her lips as her fingers move up my neck, as my hands drift down her arse. Squeezing the two globes, I lift her up without really thinking. Am I sure about this?

  When her legs wrap around my waist, her tongue moving into my mouth, I know I am.

  Carrying her to my bed, I lay her down, kissing down her jaw and neck as I press myself into her. She is so soft, while I am beyond hard. I can feel the heat coming off her in waves, and I don’t know if I can handle this. Kissing down her neck to her chest, I pause at the gunshot wound and close my eyes. This spot will always remind me of what Casey’s arse did to her, but it will also always remind me of the unconditional love she has for me.

  Kissing the spot below it, I move up so I can look down into her flushed face. Pressing my hard cock into her, I am rewarded with a gasp as her face reddens more.

  “I need ya, Amberlyn,” I say, my voice raspy and full of desire.

  “I’m yours,” she answers, moving her hand up to my face, running her thumb along my jaw.

  “Are ya sure?” I ask, my control slipping as I wait for the answer I need. Maybe she wants to wait until we are married or something. Shite, I don’t know, I just fucking want her.

  “Yeah.”

  Fuck. Thank God.

  Dropping my mouth to hers, I kiss her long and hard as my other hand moves her skirt up her thighs so I can cup her bare arse. Grunting against her lips, I squeeze her as I press into her, wanting her so bad, I am shaking. Pulling back, I go up on my knees and then pull her up to me. Her lips meet mine as I gather her dress in my hands before pulling away so I can slowly lift the dress up her body. Throwing it to the side, I take in the beauty of my fiancée. Her skin is as white as December but with splotches of red from her desire for me. This is the first time I’ve seen her almost completely naked for me, so perfect and all wanton just for me.

  It’s a sight that I’ll hold in my mind for the rest of my life.

  “You are stunning, my love,” I whisper against her lips as I pull the cups of her bra down, taking her nipple into my mouth. Swirling my tongue along it, my hand creeps down her ribs to her hips when the lace of her panties lies. I push them down as I kiss from her breast down her stomach to the spot above her pussy. She is wet, her desire all over the hair along her lips.

  Looking up at her, I say, “I’m going to take you in my mouth, mo stór.”

  She nods, her breathing labored and her eyes blazing with need. Watching her, I drop my head and take her into my mouth. Her eyes roll back as I move my tongue along her, opening her farther so I can get to all of her. Her fingers bite into my shoulders when I start to flick my tongue against her clit, her cries getting louder with each flick. She is squirming, crying out, and I know I’m about to lose it. She is so hot, so responsive, and I want her so damn bad.

  Coming undone, she tries to squeezes her thighs shut, but I hold them open, pressing my tongue to her clit to lengthen the orgasm. Her legs are shaking against my elbows as I slowly run my tongue along her, licking up her desire. She tastes like heaven, and the thought that I get to do this for the rest of my life is a little mind-blowing. How does one get this lucky? To find someone who completes them?

  I’m not sure, but I know I have to be in her. Though I know if I do, I’m going to come the second I am inside. Going up on my knees again, I release my cock from my pants and take it in my hand as I stare down at her. Reaching down for her, I bring her to me, moving my mouth with hers. I need to come real quick, and then I’ll get in her. I should have done this before I took her to bed, but I wasn’t thinking clearly then. Now, I have to take care of this before I embarrass myself.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, moving her hands along my chest under my shirt. “Aren’t I supposed to do that?”

  I smile shyly before pausing my stroke to take my jacket off and then my shirt. Shaking my head, I say, “Just kiss me. It’ll be quick, and then I’ll take care of you again.”

  “But aren’t you supposed to be inside me now?” she asks as I start to stroke myself again.

  “No, if I get in you, I’ll be done. Gotta get this first one out,” I pant as my body goes taut. I want to come so badly, but she is looking at me like I have three heads!

  “Well, let me do it, then.”

  “No, not yet. Soon,” I say, picking up speed. “Kiss me.”

  I don’t know why I thought she’d do as I said. With a sneaky grin on her face, she stops my strokes and takes my cock into her hand. Everything goes still—my body, my mind, everything as I watch her discover me. She runs her hand along me, cupping my balls, but then she goes to lower her mouth to me, and I don’t know why, but I stop her.

  “Mo stór, what are you doing?”

  “I’m going to suck you off.”

  “What? Have you done it before?”

  She smiles shyly. “No.”

  Before I can stop her though, her mouth is hovering over the tip of my dick and everything just freezes. I swear the world has been knocked off its axis as her hot mouth takes me inch by inch into her mouth. As I close my eyes, my fingers bite into my palms as she moves her mouth up and down my cock. She gags a bit and I want to stop her, but she continues, discovering some more.

  “Fucking hell, Amberlyn,” I groan out as she swirls her tongue around me, cupping my balls. It’s sloppy, and I can tell it’s her first time, but it’s good. Real. Good.

  “Oh my!”

  Opening my eyes, I look toward the door where my ma stands as Amberlyn screams and falls off the bed.

  “Ma!” I yell, reaching for the pillow near me to cover my junk. I look down at Amberlyn, naked and sprawled out on my floor as my ma utters an apology before slamming the door. Ignoring her though, I go to reach for Amberlyn, and I can see the tears in her eyes.

  Fuck me.

  Panicked, I reach for her.

  “Love, I’m sorry,” I say, pulling her up onto the bed and into my arms. “I don’t know what she was doing.”

  She meets my gaze, her embarrassment all over her face as she gasps for breath. “OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod!”

  “It’s okay, doubt she saw anything,” I say to make it better, but I’m pretty sure my ma probably feels like she walked into an HBO porno.

  She looks at me incredulously and yells, “Your. Mom. Saw. Me. Giving. You. Head! Declan! OhmyGod.”

  “Amberlyn, it’s fine,” I say again, but she is already scrambling off the bed.

  “Is she still in there?” she asks, pulling her dress up over her beautiful body. “OhmyGod, can you please take me home?”

  “Amberlyn,” I say, reaching for her hand, and when I pull her to look at her face, I see that she is crying. “Oh, mo stór, please don’t cry,” I say, pulling her onto the bed and against my chest. “It’s no big deal.”

  “Declan, stop. It is a big deal. She saw me with your dick in my mouth. Not what I w