IRISH: a Bad Boy Fighter Romance by Olivia Hawthorne, Olivia Long

squealed and teared up.
    “Aye, it is,” I replied and watched a million emotions race over her features before she settled on joyous love.
    “Of course I will, I can’t believe it,” she said and held out her trembling hand. I slid the ring along her finger and settled it in where it belonged, where it would let the entire fekking world know that this gorgeous girl was mine.
    I stood and held her against me, let her cry a few tears of happiness and smiled when she finally asked, “Where was it?”
    “Jake said he found it in the back room on a stack of boxes,” I told her.
    “I can’t believe how stupid I am!” she exclaimed and shook her head. “I remember now, I took it off so I wouldn’t lose it when I was unpacking boxes. I’m such a dummy.”
    “Ye had a blow to the head, kitten, yer not stupid,” I said. “Ye were worked up, tis all.”
    “But I was worked up because I lost the ring,” she laughed, “I know it’s a circular argument but I can agree that this is the best thing that’s happened to me today.”
    “The best?” I asked with my brows raised, looking suggestively up and down her body.
    “Okay, the second best. That last orgasm just about knocked it out of me though, I think having sex with a head wound is potentially deadly,” she smiled.
    “How are ye feeling?” I asked. “I can’t believe ye didn’t tell me when I got too rough.”
    “I like it like that though,” she said, “it makes me feel like you can’t control yourself around me because I’m so damned sexy. And I’m feeling better, nothing a couple Tylenol couldn’t take care of.”
    “I can’t control myself for that exact reason,” I growled and swept her up in my arms. She shrieked with laughter and I nibbled her neck and chest, any exposed skin, until she begged me to stop.
    I set her down and her chest heaved with deep breaths. “Knox, what the hell have you done to me? I never used to be like this, life was so serious.”
    “Love is serious but makes yer life feel lighter somehow,” I said and leaned down to kiss her. “Everything is lighter since I met ye, kitten.”
    “I know what you mean, I’m so happy now,” she smiled and stood on her tippy toes for another kiss.
    My cock throbbed and I had to fight the urge to take her again. She had responsibilities and I knew she was loyal to George and his employees.
    “Ye have to tell George yer leaving,” I said, “I can’t stand waiting te have ye again, it’s killin me.”
    “Me too,” she groaned, “I wish I could stay home tonight. I’ll tell him later though, I promise. Why don’t you come to the pub with me?”
    “Ye couldn’t keep me away,” I said and kissed her cheek. “I’ll text the driver, that way I can break into a bottle of whiskey while I watch yer sweet little ass wiggle around in front of me.”
    “Good, it will get you ready for when we get home,” she winked and wiggled her ass for emphasis.
    I was already as hard as a fucking rock and couldn’t hardly stand it. She didn’t realize she was waving a red flag in front of a raging bull and she’d be getting the horns later on.
    Or maybe she did, and my horny little vixen knew exactly what she wanted.
    Either way, we were fekkin perfect together.
     

Chapter Twenty Five
    Lennon
     
    Every time I looked down at my hand I just about fainted again, I was so happy to have my ring back. And every time I looked down at the stained floor I just about fainted again at the memory of my painful accident.
    George had protested when I’d come in, looking at my bruised and bandaged head in shock and disbelief, but I’d convinced him I could handle the shift.
    It wasn’t fair for everyone else to pick up my slack just because I’d won the love lottery.
    I did let him know this would be my last couple of weeks though. Knox and I were getting married Friday so he wouldn’t see me next weekend, but I would stick around to train a new girl or two.
    “He’s watching you like