Page 49 of Too Hostile

“They were my safe space, like libraries are for you. I worked cleaning one of the offices of one for a little bit. They let me enter for free whenever I wanted to. I could stay there for hours.”

And I did. For a long damn time, every chance I got, I’d hop on the bus and go to a museum.

I roll to my back and lift my arm for him to cuddle up next to me, his head on my chest. “I like museums too, but I also like to be able to stay still. Just sit in one spot and read.”

I kiss his sweaty forehead. “I always had the need to constantly be moving. I spent so many hours at each exhibit, Studying every aspect.”

He looks up at me with wide, beautiful eyes, and I swear he’s going to say something. Something that’s been on my mind. Something I won’t allow myself to say. My heart is pounding in my chest with anticipation. Do I want him to say it?

Could I say it back?

Would I freak the hell out and ruin everything?

I’m panicking, and I don’t know if he can sense it or what, but he just smacks a quick kiss onto my lips and then climbs off the bed in all his naked glory. “I’m starving. We should make dinner.”

I don’t know if I feel relieved or disappointed, probably a bit of both, but I force myself to climb off the bed anyway, and the laugh that leaves my mouth is genuine when I see the clock. “It’s not even four o’clock.”

“Yeah well, you fucked me good. What can I say? I’m starving.”

I laugh at that and shake my head before I take his hand and lead him into the bathroom. “Shower first. Then I’ll feed you.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He’s smiling, but I’m a little worried it’s a front. He’s really good at doing that, and I don’t want him to ever feel like he has to with me.

But at the same time, I’m not sure I can take anything else at the moment.

So maybe I’m a little grateful for that damn “nothing can touch me” smile of his.

FLETCHER

“If I could wake up every single day like this, that would be great,” I say breathlessly as Ronan works me over, his mouth hoovering my dick, slowly milking the cum from me as my orgasm starts to fade.

I pull him up to me when my dick gets too sensitive, and he kisses me with that fierce passion I love so damn much.

After we cleaned up yesterday, we grilled steaks outside and had dinner on the patio overlooking the lake. We didn’t really let our conversation get too heavy, but we didn’t really need to.

He’s let me in.

And I don’t sense him freaking out about it, which I have to say is an even bigger surprise than him letting me in. But there’s a quiet sort of peace there. He let me take him again when we climbed into the bed last night. I finished inside him as I jerked him off, letting his cum spray everywhere as he clenched around me, making me see stars, and then we passed out, cuddled up under the covers together until I awoke to soft kisses on my arms and chest.

I can feel him stroking his hard cock as we kiss, and I want to help him out, but my arms are jelly. He doesn’t seem to need it, though, he’s doing just fine, and when his warm cum splashes against my stomach, he only kisses me hard as he cries out into my mouth.

We both take a moment to come down from the high and then take a shower together. If I could take all my future showers with him, I think I would. The way he washes me so gently, taking his time to make me feel so damn wanted—it’s addicting.

Every single part of him is addicting.

After we get dressed—and once again Ronan is wearing shorts and a t-shirt instead of a stuffy suit—we make a quick breakfast, and then we go for a walk around the lake. It’s beautiful here. There’s no denying it. There are plentiful trees, which are still green and leafy all around the water’s edge.

There are a lot of people here, with it being a big spot for summer vacations. But when Ronan takes my hand in his as we walk, I want to whoop and do a fist pump because oh my God, he’s holding my hand out in public.

He didn’t have to. I didn’t ask him to. He just did it.

My heart does somersaults, but I try my best to keep my cool. I do not want to spook him. By the time we get back to the cabin, we’re both pretty sweaty because it’s hot as hell outside and so damn humid.

Ah, summer in the Midwest.

“We should go swimming,” I say, looking out at the lake. “Did you bring your trunks?”

He smiles. “You know I did. You practically packed for me.”

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