Entwined E.C. Land (ebook pc reader TXT) 📖

not enjoying dinner with him. It’s not fair but I’m coming to terms this is my life. In this life it’s how it is. I guess with my sister having lucked out in getting a man such as Dean, it caused me to hope I’d have the same thing.

And I thought I did for the first two weeks of Mitch and I being married and away from everyone else.

Pulling into the driveway, Ian doesn’t get out of the car like he normally does. Instead, he sits there and watches as I go in.

Weird.

The first time I’d tried to go in before him, he’d told me to wait for him to check the house first.

Upon stepping into the house, I find the reason as to why he doesn’t come in. My husband is standing in view, flipping through a stack of mail I’d kept putting in one place for him to sort through when he had a chance.

As the door closes behind me, Mitch finally looks up at me with his grin I haven’t seen all week. “Mo stór,” he murmurs in greeting and sets the mail down on the table.

“Um, hi,” I whisper, unsure of myself. I mean, how can I be sure of myself when I’ve barely seen him and when I do, he’s not been the same man. It’s as if he has split personalities.

“How was your first day?” he asks, turning to face me fully and crosses his arms over his chest as he takes me in.

“Good, I suppose,” I utter and finally step further into the house, putting my purse on the coat rack while slipping my flats off my feet. I’m not one for heels, though I’ll wear them when needed, I’ll stick to my flats.

Instead of giving him my attention again, I walk in the opposite direction of where he’s standing in the opening to the living room. I head through the dining area and go into the kitchen. I don’t have to see him to know he’s following me.

“You didn’t tell me you were starting at the school,” he announces as I open the refrigerator and pull out the meat I’d intended to cook for dinner tonight. Granted, I didn’t really feel like cooking. I refuse to use any of Mitch’s money on fruitless things such as going out to eat, especially when it’s just me doing it.

“How can I tell you something when I don’t see you?” I mutter, annoyed by the fact he’d say this to me. He should know this since he’s barely been around. When he is, it’s a quick kiss, a squeeze to the side, and he’s taking what he needs from my body. This also isn’t a good feeling.

“There’s no reason for the snarkiness, mo stór,” he states firmly, and I look up to see him staring at me while leaning against the frame of the doorway leading into the kitchen.

“I’m not being snarky as you say, I’m simply speaking the truth.” I shrug and turn to go back to what I’d been doing.

I barely put the package of meat on the counter when I find myself spun around and ass lifted up on the counter with Mitch standing between my legs. Hands on my hips, my husband pulls me to the edge so we’re touching. This doesn’t seem like a good idea considering I’m wearing a pretty dress with a cardigan over my arms.

“You want to try that again,” Mitch demands.

“No, I already said it once,” I mutter without meeting his eyes.

“Look at me, Alison.” When I do, he continues, “You can tell me what’s going on and why you didn’t tell me about starting at the school today, or I’ll find other ways to get the truth from you.”

Ugh

Did he seriously just say that?

“Why do you care?” I ask, feeling somewhat brazen at this moment.

“Because you’re my fuckin’ wife and this was cause for celebration.”

Are you kidding me?

“I don’t see it that way. Besides, for me to tell you anything, I actually have to see you for that to happen. Or better yet for you to spend time with me,” I ramble frustratedly.

Mitch draws back a smidge and takes in my whole face, he must see whatever it is he wanted to see because his grin I love turns into a huge smile. “You miss me being home with you, mo stór?” he mutters in question.

I keep my mouth firmly shut, refusing to answer him, because in all honesty, yes, I did miss him. I miss his sweet banter that he’d have with me.

“Alison, mo stór, you have, and I will fill you in on something. I have missed you as well. I hate I’ve barely been home with you this past week.” My heart begins to beat rapidly in my chest.

“You missed me?” I ask, blinking in astonishment.

“Yes, baby, I have,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine.

I open to him, granting him entrance. God knows I’m unable to say no to this man. Not because I don’t want it, because I do more than anything. But rather, I’m upset with him and want to hold a grudge. Which I normally can hold a mean grudge, I am a MacDermott after all. I just don’t do it very often since I’m not usually around people.

Mitch deepens our kiss and holy mother of everything holy. I cry into his mouth as he rips my panties from my waist. Yes, literally rips my panties from my body. I then find myself impaled on his shaft while he holds me up with the counter behind us.

The entire time he keeps his mouth against mine. Taking my mouth in a demanding way at the same time claiming my body with his.

With his thrusting movements, I’m tipping over the edge. He doesn’t relent in his paces and draws another one out of me before finding his own, groaning against my mouth.

Only when he’s spent does he finally release his mouth from mine and press his forehead