Only You (Adair Family #5)(115)

By the time we reached our room, Monroe was giggling at my side, making me chuckle. As soon as I unlocked the door, she shoved me inside impatiently.

She still wore her dress, and I’d only dropped trews and undies when she jumped me.

“We’re supposed to be taking our time,” I panted, holding her hips tight as I sat on the edge of the bed while she rode me.

“We’ll take our time after this,” Roe huffed against my lips. “I need you now.”

“Fuck,” I groaned as her tight heat stroked me.

We came like sex-starved teens, and as I held her in my arms, I smiled as I felt Monroe shake with laughter. “That was fast.” She chuckled, pulling back to look at me.

I reached for a soft, slow kiss and then murmured, “It was exceptional. But I’m calling the shots for round two. First order of business is to get you very, very naked, Mrs. Adair.”

Monroe beamed, as she always did when I called her Mrs. Adair. I’d achieved many a thing in my life, but nothing filled me with more pride than my son’s very existence or my wife taking pleasure in sharing my name.

As if she read my mind, her face fell. “Do you think Lennox is okay?”

I nodded reassuringly. “I wouldn’t let anyone near him I didn’t trust.”

Hearing the hard truth in my words, Roe relaxed.

When the world found out that not only was I retiring but settling down at home with my pregnant wife, we were unprepared for the media storm. The paparazzi hit Ardnoch like never before, and it was so bad, we had to move back into Ardnoch Castle temporarily. The entire family was given protective detail, and it seemed to go on for weeks, even though it probably only lasted a fortnight. My fans showed a mix of support and love and blame and viciousness toward Monroe. I stayed off social media, no longer required to keep up in the way I had as a working actor.

By the time it was announced I was producing the film I’d written after a renowned director picked it up, the attitudes of the masses softened a bit. They were excited I was still working in film in some capacity. The movie, about childhood friends who fall in love with each other at different times and drift apart only to find each other again eventually, would go into production next month. I’d be away from home for the first time since returning. Thankfully, I wouldn’t be needed on set for the entire shoot, so my trips down there would just be a few days at a time.

As for the distillery, it was coming along. Lachlan and I had finally decided on our whisky, and it was now maturing. The distiller would open to the public once our first bottles were ready to be sold.

Life in Ardnoch had grown quiet again. Monroe, Lennox, and I had a fairly normal life, considering. True, if we ventured farther afield, photos of us ended up on the internet somewhere. Once we started planning holidays abroad, I’d hire security to accompany us. We might be safe at home, but that didn’t mean I was comfortable traveling with my wife and son without protection.

“Ery and Arran seem so happy,” Monroe observed as she stared into my eyes.

My grip on her tightened. “If they’re half as happy as we are, they can count themselves lucky.”

She studied me thoughtfully. “You’re still happy, then?”

“So fucking happy it’s terrifying,” I promised her.

Roe gave me an understanding smile. “Me too.”

“I’ll be even happier if you get naked right now.”

My wife barked a laugh before she eased herself off me. Her gaze turned sultry. “Would you like a striptease, Mr. Adair?”

Leaning back on my hands, uncaring of my half-nakedness, I felt a renewed rush of blood flood my cock. “I would like that very much, Mrs. Adair.”

A bang on the hotel door made us both jump in fright. “Brodan, you’re missing your brother’s reception!” Thane’s voice was filled with laughter and more than a small hint of whisky.

“Fuck off! I’m making love to my wife!” I shouted back.

“You can make love to your wife anytime!”

“If you don’t get away from that door, I will end you, you sadistic bastard!”

Thane’s deep, booming laughter filtered through the walls, and then I heard Regan’s voice. “Thane Adair, get away from that door!”

“Aw, I’m just having fun, mo leannan.”

“Yeah, well, you just see how you like it when you haven’t had sex in months after the baby’s born, and someone interrupts our opportunity.”

“What do you mean months?” We heard his outraged question just as their voices trailed off.

I looked at Monroe and found her chuckling hysterically to herself as she tried to strip off her clothes.

Seeing her there, mirth in her eyes, amusement flushing her cheeks as she struggled to undress through her giggles, it wasn’t quite what I’d imagined when she’d offered a striptease.

But fuck, the sight of her was perfect, anyway.

I wouldn’t want her or the life with our son that we’d fought hard to win to be anything other than what it was.

It was about family.

And we were an imperfect but bloody great family, we Adairs.

“Come here, wife. Let me help you with that dress.”



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