Page 99 of His Spanish Rose

Teagan

One Year Later

It’s late when I walk in the door. I’ve been out of town for work all week, and I’m ready to get my hands on my lass. The way I miss her when I have to travel is nearly debilitating. Especially at the end of the day, when I’m stuck in a hotel room alone.

I made an exception to the “all of your pleasure will be at my hands” rule. Now, when I’m away, Layla can use a toy or her hands, but only if we’re on the phone together or FaceTiming. She can’t go any longer without me than I can go without her. Even after the three years we’ve been together, our chemistry is still just as strong.

Quietly, I set my keys down on the table by the door, freezing when I see a folded piece of paper. My name is scrawled in familiar handwriting…and Layla’s ring next to it. My heart sinks, and I think I might vomit.

With shaky hands, I unfold the paper.

Teagan,

I’m giving the ring back. You can give it back to me when you ask properly.

I’m ready when you are.

xoxo,

Layla

A bark of laughter bursts from my mouth as the panic leaves my body. Then, I feel like a fecking eejit for even thinking Layla would leave me. We’re solid. The next time I laugh, it’s in victory because I can finally do what I’ve been waiting years for. I stalk to our bedroom, opening the door to find her asleep, the lamp on the bedside table still on, and a book face up next to her. She’s curled on her side, facing the lamp. Removing my shirt and pants, I crawl in next to her, reaching over to turn the light off before tucking my arm under her. She stirs when I kiss her on the top of her head.

“Teagan?” Layla’s voice is thick with sleep.

“Shhh, mo chroi. Go back to sleep. I’m home.”

She turns over, eyes barely open, and says, “I missed you, baby.”

“Missed you more.”

Her answer is to kiss me. I should let her go back to sleep, but I’ve missed these lips. The feel of her skin under my palms. I don’t have to deny myself any longer, and I deepen the kiss, letting my hands travel over her arse. Her responding whimper, and the way she pushes her hips forward, is enough for me to forget letting her sleep.

When we’ve both found our release, I curl around her, my chest pressing into her back.

“How was your trip?” Layla whispers into the dark.

“Grand. Boring at times, and the nights were brutal, but I made some new contacts.”

“That’s good,” she says around a yawn, wiggling her arse in an attempt to snuggle as close as possible, effectively putting my cock on high alert again.

“Layla?”

“Hmm?”

I kiss her shoulder and inhale her scent.

“Marry me, Lovely.”

The End.