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27. Theo

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THEO

Abigail scrapes her fork across her dish, scooping up the last bit of mashed potatoes on her plate. I watch her, my index fingers touching my lips.

I've barely been able to eat because I'm spending all my time watching her. Drinking her in.

"You're staring at me again," Abigail says with a smirk.

"Can't help it." I shift in my seat and lean on my elbow. "I can't believe my luck that you've agreed to have dinner with me."

Abigail laughs, pretty white teeth framed by pink lips. "I can't blame you. I am gorgeous."

"You are."

She blushes. "I was kidding."

"I am not."

I am filled with a bounty of love I never knew could exist for anyone other than my child. I never felt this for my ex-wife. Settled for believing what we had was love when all we had was temporary comfort until it turned sour.

With Abigail, though, I know I would do anything for her.

Her eyes jump away to pull her phone out of her pocket and check it quickly. "My mom…"

"Oh, how is Grainne?"

"Good," Abigail says, then eyes me. "She's going to want to talk to you, you know."

I chuckle, pulling at my collar. "Yes, I'm sure Grainne will give me the third degree."

"As she should."

"Yes, as she should," I say. "And I welcome it. If that's what it means to…" I almost say keep you. But we haven't discussed yet what the terms are beyond my admission of "I love you" and my apology.

Abigail smiles, a girlish gleam in her eye.

Oh, she makes me feel so young. Not because she is, although I suppose it helps.

Before either of us can speak again, the older woman in charge of the B&B I'm staying at comes up to us with a pitcher of water. She refills our glasses, humming something to herself as she does so.

"Thank you," I mutter softly, trying my best not to fill her parlor with my British accent.

"Welcome, dearie," she replies. "I hope you don't mind me saying what a handsome couple you make," she says, her nose scrunching, adding to all the wrinkles on her face.

My eyes flick to Abigail.

She's beaming, impossible to hide behind her hand.

I'm glad our age difference, whether obvious or not, hasn't overwhelmed our ability to be a cute pair. I'd hate for someone to think we're father and daughter.

I gesture toward Abigail. "It's all her, believe me."

"Not all, but certainly a large percentage," the older woman says with a crooked finger in the air. Then, she goes on her way, humming toward the next table.

Abigail watches her go, avoiding my expectant eye contact. Being coy. Playing hard to get.

God, I love her. "What do you think?"

"About what?"

I reach my hand across the table. "Do you think we make a handsome couple?"

Abigail places her hand in mine, letting her gaze linger on our touching hands. "Are you asking me if we're a couple?"

"I might be trying to determine whether you think we should be a couple or if I need to accept my love is unrequited."

She giggles.

"Might kill me. Might turn me into some tragic hero."

" Theo ."

I follow the bumps of her knuckles. "I'll survive. Hopefully."

Her foot makes contact with my shin under the table. "Don't joke about that."

"Right, sorry, sorry."

We sink into the touching of our hands. Every moment since we reunited feels like forever and yet, not nearly long enough.

Abigail's warm expression softens with solemnity. "I can't choose you over my family again, Theo."

"You won't have to. I spoke with your father before I came here. To ask his blessing to come after you."

Abigail's hand recoils. "You asked his approval ?"

"Wait, wait, wait." I take her hand again, trying to massage away her tension.

I'm grateful she doesn't pull away, gives me an opportunity to explain myself before she jumps away. "Let me explain my thinking before you determine me and your father are trying to run your life."

She lets out a tight sigh but allows me to continue.

"Our mistake was being so insular…thinking we could give each other everything. Give Bonnie everything. I know how much you gave up to choose me, Abigail. And I would not have come here if it would have meant continuing to separate you from your family."

It takes a moment, but she eventually nods. "I understand. But I need your word that you won't try and interfere ever again in my choices. I want to be there for you and Bonnie, but I matter too."

"Absolutely. Never again."

Abigail worries her lower lip with her teeth. "I don't know how to fix this. With my dad. My family. It's been so long since I've spoken to them and–"

"In time, love. There's time," I squeeze her hand. "I'll stay here with you as long as you like. I'll send for Bonnie. We'll work things out for ourselves first. And if you'll let me and maybe your mum, we can help open the doors for you and your dad. You don't have to muscle it by yourself."

Her eyes water, but she smiles.

"There's my girl." I nip her chin between my fingers. "There she is."

The smile turns into a grin. "I've missed being your girl."

My blood pounds, sending my heart racing…and my dick hardening. "Me too. You have no idea how empty life has felt without you."

Abigail blinks, her light lashes, her eyelids lowering with lust. "I've been so empty without you too."

I lick my lower lip, body beginning to fire on all cylinders.

Yes, I love her. Adore her in every way a person can. But the building blocks of our relationship were physical through and through.

I'm not going to pretend like my body hasn't been craving her.

"Don't do this, Abigail. The double entendres. This was supposed to be a sweet dinner and now you're–"

"I never promised anything sweet about it."

I rub a hand over my jaw, five o'clock shadow scrubbing over my fingers. "You're very lucky I have a room just upstairs."

"With a rickety, ancient bedframe, I'm sure," she teases.

"I suppose that will just add extra challenges if we don't want the neighbors to hear…" I glance over at nearby tables.

Abigail tilts her head to the side, hair draping demurely over her shoulder. "Who said we don't want anyone to hear?"

I can't get her upstairs fast enough after that comment.

My hand trembles with the key in the lock.

Bugger this charming little B&B with their old-fashioned locks. This is why you stay in hotels. Quicker access thanks to the keycards.

I manage it open, not a moment too soon, and almost tumble inside the tiny room.

As soon as the door is shut behind me, Abigail pounces, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.

Oh…yes.

I was trying to be a gentleman, taking things slow. Kissing her hands, touching her waist, suggesting my presence rather than impressing it.

Now, though, Abigail, eager Abigail, has me pressed up against the door, kissing me, locking her fingers in my hair. Her mouth rumbles against mine.

She's taken making the neighbors hear as a challenge and while my British sensibility is scandalized, I'm also thrilled by the idea.

Her hands fly to my shirt, making quick work of untucking it. "God, I need you so bad."

"Impatient, are you?" I take hold of her wrists, pulling her hands off me. "You'll be naked first. Always."

Abigail swoons, her body rolling downward into the bed, splayed out. "Fine. Make me naked, then."

Don't mind if I do.

I take my time, though, despite my every inclination toward speed.

I work my lips down her body as I remove her clothing. First her shirt, revealing her pale belly and freckled chest. Then her shoes and socks, followed by her jeans.

Her long thin legs invite me closer, trying to pull me into her.

I pepper kisses all over her thighs and her hips.

"Oh, my darling…" I moan, tracing my lips over her underwear.

She's already wet, and the scent is intoxicating.

I press and open-mouthed kiss to her center through the fabric.

Abigail bucks. "Theo…"

"Yes, love."

"I need you inside," she whimpers. "I need your body on my body."

I lift my chin, stare her down the naked plane of her body.

I could devour her in an instant, align my body with hers and sink into her pretty, glistening center without hesitation.

However, I want our reunion to count. I want to make it last.

I get to my feet and begin to undo the buttons on my shirt. "Beg."

"Please, Theo, I need you on me…"

I pace the room as I pull off my shirt, silent.

"Please."

I toss my shirt to the ground, then start on my belt.

"God, fuck, please. I've missed you so bad. My body has missed you so bad."

That's better.

I stop at the end of the bed, shoving down my trousers but not my underwear.

We are matched in our nakedness, only one piece of clothing on each.

Abigail's chest is already heaving with deep breaths. "Need you so bad."

I tilt my chin at her. "Take off your panties."

She does so, quick and fluid, tossing them to the side. She bites on her lower lip now as she waits for the next instruction.

I crawl onto the end of the bed. "Now me."

Abigail gets onto her knees before me, slides her fingers into the waistband of my briefs, and pulls them down, letting my cock spring forth.

"Fuck, I've missed you," she murmurs, palming my erection in her hand.

My head dips forward.

Bloody hell, only a month and change without her body, and I might be a lost cause. "Mmm…"

"How do you want me?" She starts rubbing my cock.

I get a fistful of her hair, yank her head back, and press my mouth to the front of her neck, sucking on her skin.

With my other hand, I guide her hips up against mine, rubbing myself through her slick center. "Going to make come until you beg me to stop," I growl against her.

"Prove it."

I move back onto my haunches, pull Abigail with me so my cock nestles into her tightness.

My girl gasps out at the initial stretch, but with a single sigh, relaxes onto me. All the way down she goes until I'm as deep as I can possibly go.

Neither of us moves at first. Instead, we wrap our arms around each other and hold the moment as if we can hold it forever.

Abigail moves her mouth to my ear. "I love you too."

My heart flies into my mouth.

It's not a declaration in the heat of the moment, not something tumbling out because tensions are high, and an orgasm threatens to boil over inside her.

I hold my breath in an effort not to cry, cradling her head to mine. "You don't have to say it if you don't–"

"I do, Theo. I love you." Her hands rub up and down my arms, delicate. Calming. "I love your body. I love your stupid jokes."

I chuckle, a good break for my emotions.

"And I love your heart." Her hands slide over my chest, skin to skin. "I love how you love."

Euphoria is rushing through me, not only because her center has me held in a vise grip. It's a mental release, an onslaught of pleasure for my brain. My tired, tried brain that has needed and desired her all this while.

I cup her ass in my hands, sealing her to my hips. "All you can say while I fuck you is that you love me. That's my rule."

"I love you," she says in return before kissing my jaw. "I love you," she repeats, the intonation needier.

I push her down onto her back and thrust into her, biting back on groan after groan.

If I let it all go, I'll explode, and we've only just begun.

"I love you," she says again and again, the words turning into moans and whines.

I grab her knees, force them back so I'm as deep as I'll go.

"Bloody hell, you feel so good." I move my mouth to her chest, winding my tongue around her peaked nipples.

The bed squeaks beneath us, and the headboard slaps the wall. The whole B&B will hear us.

They'll all know.

"Theo, I love you , I love you. I love–" A tremulous sound from her throat cuts her off.

She's already close, walls clutching around me.

I slide my arms under her, pressing myself as tight to her as possible, as was her wish. "Tell me. Let me hear you."

My beautiful Abigail shakes beneath me, her body jolting and jostling with release. She repeats the words I told her to, again and again.

I bury my face in her hair. My body is slick with our sweat. "Come with me. Come with me ."

The way our bodies meet is earth shaking.

Everyone will know now that we have chosen each other. Not just the other guests, not just Ireland. The whole fucking world.

After my orgasm crests, after I've emptied all the pent-up seed I've saved for her, I realize she's still repeating, "I love you," in my ear. Through tears.

"Oh, my darling, don't cry," I tell her, wiping the tears off her cheeks, then kiss her full on the lips. "Be happy."

"I am," she gulps out. "So happy that we…that I…"

Her eyes widen. "I stopped saying it, I'm sorry."

I chuckle. "Don't you worry. We'll have plenty more opportunities for that, I'm sure, love."

Abigail's lips are glistening ruby as are the rims of her eyes. She smiles, though tears continue to descend.

I kiss her nose. "I love you, my girl."

And I won't stop telling her now that she's mine.

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