Becoming the Whiskey Princess
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“Call if you need us,” Mr. Maclaster says, sending her a grin. He then looks at me and says, “Are you staying in here with her?”
“If that’s okay.”
I can see in his eyes that he wants nothing more than to tell me to fuck off, but he nods. “That’s fine. Let her rest.”
“Of course,” I agree as I turn to see Fiona kiss Amberlyn’s cheek.
“I’m right next door.”
“I know, I’m fine.”
She nods before squeezing her hand and then heading for the door. Clasping my shoulder, she smiles and says, “Hang in there, big guy.”
I scoff. “Trying.”
When the door shuts, I look over at my love and smile. Pulling the blanket back, she beckons me to her. “Come lie with me.”
I don’t hesitate. Kicking my shoes off, I head to the bed, crawling in slowly, making sure not to shake her too much as I settle in beside her. Wrapping my arms around her as softly as I can manage, I kiss her temple and close my eyes. “Get some rest.”
She smiles against my jaw. “I’ve been resting for two weeks.”
“Being shot is a big deal, sweetheart. Ya need your rest.”
“I feel fine.”
“Please just rest,” I practically beg.
“But I miss just being us.”
“We never stop being us, my love,” I reassure her. “I never stop loving you.”
“As do I, but I mean, we haven’t just laughed in forever.”
“Amberlyn, there really isn’t anything to laugh about right now. It’s all still so fresh and new. I could have lost you.”
Bringing her head up, she looks at me and cups my face, her eyes searching mine. “But you didn’t. I’m fine and you are fine. Our lives are about to change forever, and I don’t want to wallow in the past. I want to move forward.”
“And we will, slowly. I don’t want to rush you.”
“Um, you only have three months before you lose your distillery. We don’t have time not to rush.”
I shake my head before she finishes talking. “Don’t worry your head about that right now. I’ll worry about it. Now, I want you to recover.”
Setting me with a look that says she means business, she says, “I will worry because it deals with me. I want you to be happy, and that means us getting married. Me becoming the Whiskey Princess. So we need to get started on that.”
I look away, biting my lip as my hand comes up to run through my curls. Ugh, she’s gonna stress me the hell out.
“What is it? Do you not want to marry me anymore?
I look back at her quickly and shake my head. “No, Amberlyn, I’ve dreamed of making you my wife since I met you.”
Smiling, she asks, “Really?”
A true smile pulls at my lips as I nod. “Yes, I always knew you were it.”
Still grinning at me, she asks, “Then what is the problem?”
Clearing my throat, I look up at the ceiling and take in a deep breath before saying, “I just don’t think I’m the man you deserve.”
When she doesn’t say anything, I meet her gaze to find her brows pulled in. “And why is that?”
“I should be the one with the gunshot wound, not you. I failed ya.”
She rolls her eyes, obviously completely annoyed with me. “Declan, you’ve done no such thing. And if you weren’t the man for me, then why did I step in front of that bullet? I did it because I know you are, because I love you and I want you to have everything you ever wanted.”
“But I couldn’t have it without you.”
She smiles, cupping my face, her thumb slowly moving along my lip. “You’re completely right. I’m here, so let’s figure everything out.”
She is too damn headstrong, and I know that if she had her way, she’d plan everything now. She is such a planner and always ahead of the game. I know she just wants to ignore what happened and move on, but we all need to heal from this. We need time.
I’m a little worried we don’t have it though.
She’s right; it does need to be planned, but she needs to let me worry about it. One look in her eyes though, tells me that isn’t gonna happen.
“One week. Rest for one more week, and then we’ll figure everything out.”
She eyes me. “But we are getting married?”
I smile, covering her hands with mine. “If you’ll have me, yes.”
“I’ve already said yes.”
“I was a bit worried it was the drugs,” I tease and she smiles.
“Nope, I know what I want, and I want you. So damn much,” she says before pressing her lips to mine. Instantly my eyes fall shut as our mouths move together and a euphoric feeling washes over me. Her tongue moves with mine, her body molding against mine, catching me completely on fire. This is the first time since the shooting that we’ve actually kissed like this. Probably because we’ve never been alone. It’s always been soft, sweet kisses, not toe-curling ones like the one she is giving me now. My heart is pounding in my chest, my cock is growing, and I want more. But this can’t be good for her. No, it can’t, but my God, I want her. I want her so badly, I can’t see straight.
But not yet.
Pulling away, I meet her heated gaze and shake my head. “You are supposed to be resting.”
Her sparkling eyes lock with mine, her breathing is erratic, her breasts pressing into my chest with each breath she sucks in. As I search her eyes, waiting for her answer, I can see that her eyes are slowly starting to fill with tears. Shite! Did I hurt her?
“Amberlyn, my love, what’s wrong?”
Tears run down her face as she shakes her head. “I want to forget, Declan. I want to forget that any of it happened. I want to start our life together, I want to be happy, I don’t want to rest and feel sad that my chest hurts, I want to feel whole again. I don’t want him to own anything on me, and the more time we allow me to rest and lie around, the more he is winning. I want to get on with everything. I want to start our life. I want to feel alive.”
Clearing my throat free of the sob that is threatening to come out, I say, “Amberlyn, I want all that too, but I also don’t want to rush you into this.”
“You’re not. I want this. I want you.”
As I cuddle her in my arms, her face presses into my neck and I close my eyes. “I want you too, mo stór, but please, give me one week. I just want to make sure you are okay. Please give me that.”
“If that’s okay.”
I can see in his eyes that he wants nothing more than to tell me to fuck off, but he nods. “That’s fine. Let her rest.”
“Of course,” I agree as I turn to see Fiona kiss Amberlyn’s cheek.
“I’m right next door.”
“I know, I’m fine.”
She nods before squeezing her hand and then heading for the door. Clasping my shoulder, she smiles and says, “Hang in there, big guy.”
I scoff. “Trying.”
When the door shuts, I look over at my love and smile. Pulling the blanket back, she beckons me to her. “Come lie with me.”
I don’t hesitate. Kicking my shoes off, I head to the bed, crawling in slowly, making sure not to shake her too much as I settle in beside her. Wrapping my arms around her as softly as I can manage, I kiss her temple and close my eyes. “Get some rest.”
She smiles against my jaw. “I’ve been resting for two weeks.”
“Being shot is a big deal, sweetheart. Ya need your rest.”
“I feel fine.”
“Please just rest,” I practically beg.
“But I miss just being us.”
“We never stop being us, my love,” I reassure her. “I never stop loving you.”
“As do I, but I mean, we haven’t just laughed in forever.”
“Amberlyn, there really isn’t anything to laugh about right now. It’s all still so fresh and new. I could have lost you.”
Bringing her head up, she looks at me and cups my face, her eyes searching mine. “But you didn’t. I’m fine and you are fine. Our lives are about to change forever, and I don’t want to wallow in the past. I want to move forward.”
“And we will, slowly. I don’t want to rush you.”
“Um, you only have three months before you lose your distillery. We don’t have time not to rush.”
I shake my head before she finishes talking. “Don’t worry your head about that right now. I’ll worry about it. Now, I want you to recover.”
Setting me with a look that says she means business, she says, “I will worry because it deals with me. I want you to be happy, and that means us getting married. Me becoming the Whiskey Princess. So we need to get started on that.”
I look away, biting my lip as my hand comes up to run through my curls. Ugh, she’s gonna stress me the hell out.
“What is it? Do you not want to marry me anymore?
I look back at her quickly and shake my head. “No, Amberlyn, I’ve dreamed of making you my wife since I met you.”
Smiling, she asks, “Really?”
A true smile pulls at my lips as I nod. “Yes, I always knew you were it.”
Still grinning at me, she asks, “Then what is the problem?”
Clearing my throat, I look up at the ceiling and take in a deep breath before saying, “I just don’t think I’m the man you deserve.”
When she doesn’t say anything, I meet her gaze to find her brows pulled in. “And why is that?”
“I should be the one with the gunshot wound, not you. I failed ya.”
She rolls her eyes, obviously completely annoyed with me. “Declan, you’ve done no such thing. And if you weren’t the man for me, then why did I step in front of that bullet? I did it because I know you are, because I love you and I want you to have everything you ever wanted.”
“But I couldn’t have it without you.”
She smiles, cupping my face, her thumb slowly moving along my lip. “You’re completely right. I’m here, so let’s figure everything out.”
She is too damn headstrong, and I know that if she had her way, she’d plan everything now. She is such a planner and always ahead of the game. I know she just wants to ignore what happened and move on, but we all need to heal from this. We need time.
I’m a little worried we don’t have it though.
She’s right; it does need to be planned, but she needs to let me worry about it. One look in her eyes though, tells me that isn’t gonna happen.
“One week. Rest for one more week, and then we’ll figure everything out.”
She eyes me. “But we are getting married?”
I smile, covering her hands with mine. “If you’ll have me, yes.”
“I’ve already said yes.”
“I was a bit worried it was the drugs,” I tease and she smiles.
“Nope, I know what I want, and I want you. So damn much,” she says before pressing her lips to mine. Instantly my eyes fall shut as our mouths move together and a euphoric feeling washes over me. Her tongue moves with mine, her body molding against mine, catching me completely on fire. This is the first time since the shooting that we’ve actually kissed like this. Probably because we’ve never been alone. It’s always been soft, sweet kisses, not toe-curling ones like the one she is giving me now. My heart is pounding in my chest, my cock is growing, and I want more. But this can’t be good for her. No, it can’t, but my God, I want her. I want her so badly, I can’t see straight.
But not yet.
Pulling away, I meet her heated gaze and shake my head. “You are supposed to be resting.”
Her sparkling eyes lock with mine, her breathing is erratic, her breasts pressing into my chest with each breath she sucks in. As I search her eyes, waiting for her answer, I can see that her eyes are slowly starting to fill with tears. Shite! Did I hurt her?
“Amberlyn, my love, what’s wrong?”
Tears run down her face as she shakes her head. “I want to forget, Declan. I want to forget that any of it happened. I want to start our life together, I want to be happy, I don’t want to rest and feel sad that my chest hurts, I want to feel whole again. I don’t want him to own anything on me, and the more time we allow me to rest and lie around, the more he is winning. I want to get on with everything. I want to start our life. I want to feel alive.”
Clearing my throat free of the sob that is threatening to come out, I say, “Amberlyn, I want all that too, but I also don’t want to rush you into this.”
“You’re not. I want this. I want you.”
As I cuddle her in my arms, her face presses into my neck and I close my eyes. “I want you too, mo stór, but please, give me one week. I just want to make sure you are okay. Please give me that.”
