“Mrs. O’Connell, do you know how fucking happy I am that you got to see me fight?” I asked.

“Not as happy as I was to make it in time. Remind me to call and thank the car service before we go. They took my bag and delivered it to the hotel so I could get to you quicker.”

The fucking tape on my hands was taking ages to get off. As soon as I saw Em slide down her skirt, I knew the tape could wait until later. Grabbing her roughly like some kind of caveman, I lifted her effortlessly to wrap her legs around my waist while plundering her mouth. Fuck, she tasted like heaven. Her tongue tangled against mine as she pressed herself as close to me as possible. Slipping one hand down her panties, I squeezed the smooth globe of her arse cheek. She sat perched on my cock that was hard as a diamond, but I couldn’t bear to let her go long enough to strip her.

“Let me down, O’Connell,” she said huskily. It killed me to do it but I reluctantly did as she asked, groaning because she brushed past my dick on the way down.

“Start singing the national anthem,” she ordered.

“I don’t think that’s going to work this time,” I replied, looking at her breasts as her hands moved up to her bra. One strap slid down her arm and then the other. When she reached around to unclasp it, my mouth went dry.

“You promised me once that you were going to fuck me to it,” she said with a glint of mischief in her eyes. I started singing, but a few bars in, when she slid down her panties, I was done. Dropping to my knees, I palmed one of her tits. When I slid the nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, she moaned and slipped a hand into my hair to steady herself. I wanted to make this last so fucking badly, but we had forever to take our time. This was going to be hard and fast.

Sliding my hand up her silky soft leg, I reached between us to part her folds. I didn’t exactly have a plan, but spotting the bench and towels behind us, I found a way to make her at least a little comfortable for what was coming next.

Standing abruptly, I kissed her hard, then reached over to spread the towels out over the bench, lifted her up, and laid her down across them. Before she could protest, my head was between her legs, and I was feasting like a man possessed. She was already so fucking close. Her little gasps and moans were making me even harder, and I knew the only place I wanted to celebrate my victory was in bed with my wife. I felt like I’d finally proved my worth to her in the ring, and now I was reminding her why I was the only man she’d ever need to satisfy her outside of it.

She writhed and wriggled beneath me, trying to make it over the edge. Sliding two fingers inside her as my tongue worked its magic, I gave her the blissful oblivion she was looking for. With her hand gripping my hair and riding my fingers hard, she cried out loudly as she came. Half the guys in my dressing room probably heard it, but I didn’t care. While she was still quivering and contracting, I sat down on the bench and lifted her to straddle me. She was soft and relaxed, like a woman completely sated. She was so wet that she slid down slowly but easily onto my waiting cock. I buried my head in the crook of her shoulder and stayed completely still, scared that even the slightest movement would trigger my release. I was still struggling with my control when she grabbed the hook on the wall above me and used it as leverage to rock her hips up and down. Her tight little hole milked me with the aftermath of the orgasm I’d just given her.

“Fuck, Sunshine, I’m not gonna last long,” I told her.

“Me either, baby,” she moaned. I reached between us to stroke my thumb lightly over her clit and angled my pelvis higher to hit the right spot. Still trembling from the last orgasm, she came again loudly on my dick. What little control I had completely snapped. Grabbing her hips, I lifted her up and down hard and fast. Tomorrow I probably wouldn’t be able to move but tonight I was pumped full of adrenaline, and every muscle in my body was primed and ready to make this woman mine. I wanted to brand myself so deeply into her soul that my name would be the first and last on her lips, forever.

“O’Connell,” she moaned in pleasurable agony and the sound of my name vibrating through her lips was enough to set me off. The violence of my orgasm rocked us both, and I held her close to me, her forehead resting gently against mine. My heart was beating so loudly that I was sure she could hear it.

“I fucking love you, Mrs. O’Connell,” I said. There isn’t a single day that went by that I didn’t thank God that she chose me. I didn’t need her to fix me and all the fucked-up shit that followed me. I just needed her to love me and have faith in me while I fixed myself. She was so far out of my fucking league that having her love me back seemed like an impossible hope once. But striving to be worthy of that love had changed me. It made me a better man. Now I knew the man I was capable of being and the man I was.

“I love you too, Mr. O’Connell. So much,” she whispered back, and closing her eyes, she gently kissed her way down my injured face. We showered each other, tenderly, and then threw on some sweats. I imagined the boys had organized a victory party at the hotel so we could change there. I loved that she reached for my black hoodie to keep her warm. The minute I saw her in it, I was hard again. At this rate, neither of us would be able to walk tomorrow. Five minutes I’d told Kieran, but it was forty-five before we came out of the bathroom giggling and holding hands. Everybody stared pointedly at the television and avoided looking at us, though Tommy was humming the Irish national anthem.

“Don’t worry, the doctor waited,” Kieran told us without turning away from the screen. Sure enough, the middle-aged doctor sat on the sofa between Liam and Tommy, clutching his medical bag on his lap and looking absolutely terrified.

“He wants to know if you’re okay, Sunshine,” Tommy asked. “You sounded like you were in pain.” Unable to hold a straight face any longer, they all burst out laughing and started whooping and hollering. When Tommy started making arse-spanking gestures, the doc looked like he was gonna piss himself. Em pulled the neck of her hoodie to cover her face and buried her head into my side.

“Laugh it up, arseholes,” I told them, rubbing her back reassuringly and not giving a single fuck who heard us.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, doc,” I told the doctor and led him to the back of the room so he could do his stuff. Em sat down in the seat he’d vacated, and I smiled as they carried on ribbing her. A couple of small stitches and some ice packs for the swelling, and I was given the all clear. Despite the soft tissue damage, which would heal, my vision was fine. I’d have a hell of a black eye tomorrow though.