Page 69 of Too Hostile

“Fuck me, Ronan. Make me yours.”

“You already were,” he says as he moves my legs back and pushes further into me, making me moan. “Mine.” He kisses me hard and then pulls back before shoving into me again. “Mine.”

“Yes,” I pant as I start to stroke my cock as he moves in and out of my hole. Stretching me. Owning me. “Yours.”

My thighs shake with the impending orgasm. Each time he nails my prostate, a jolt of pleasure like none other rips through me. And before long, I can’t take it anymore before I’m shouting his name and spraying cum everywhere.

He lasts five or so more strokes before he’s filling me up with his release, and then he collapses onto my sweaty, well-used body. I drag my hand over the back of his hair as he lies on my chest, and I hold onto him for dear life.

“Thank you for coming back for me, Fletcher.”

I smile as I stroke his hair. “I’ll always come for you, Ronan. Always.”

I can feel him smiling against my skin as he holds onto me, clinging desperately to me like he can’t quite believe I’m here.

As if I could ever let him go.

That will never happen.

He’s mine, and I’m his. Forever. No matter what.

EPILOGUE

Fletcher

About four months later . . .

“Are you sure I look okay?” Ronan is fidgeting with his collar, and it’s the cutest damn thing.

“Aw, are you afraid of Blair?” I tease. He doesn’t need to worry. She absolutely loves him and was thrilled to find out that he was fully on board with her plan for us. She immediately invited him over for dinner and fussed over him, just like she does with all her kids.

Ronan looks far too serious when he says, “Of course I am. That woman would bury me all by herself. I have no doubt.” She wouldn’t. He’s one of her kids now, but still, this really amuses the hell out of me.

I remove his hands from the collar of his button-down shirt and take them in my hands. I kiss the tip of his nose. “That’s only if you hurt me,” I say with a menacing grin, and he just glares at me, but then I see the hint of a smile. He knows I’m messing with him.

And I know he isn’t going to hurt me. I feel it deep in my soul. Now that he’s opened himself up to love, he’s all-in. I don’t sit around and worry about losing him anymore or him letting me go. There’s a peace there now. I know we’re solid. That he’s it for me, and I’m it for him, no matter how young we are. No matter what, this is it for us.

“Blair is just happy to have all of her babies home for Christmas,” I assure him as I knock on the front door of my parent’s house. Why I bother knocking, I’m not really sure, but Ronan insisted.

It’s been a hell of a ride these past few months since we finally got our shit together. I kept my word and stayed far away from his office—even only helping Annie out by meeting at the library because she knows what’s up.

She was more than happy that we finally got it together and are an official couple. I did have to help her out in classes as her TA, but thankfully, I kept my head down and my eyes to myself any time I was even close to Ronan’s classrooms.

There was no way I was going to mess this up for him. We kept our distance until my last final—well, on campus anyway—he spent a hell of a lot of time at my apartment during the times we weren’t on campus.

But now, I’ve given up my place and moved in with him. It’s bliss. I mean, that’s probably cheesy as hell, but I really don’t care. I get to wake up every single morning in his arms, and I get to shower with him often. It is my absolute definition of bliss.

His dream has become mine. I love our house. We’ve been making plans to remodel one of the bathrooms and the kitchen. We’ve talked about extending the backyard patio. We’re making it ours.

I’m not worried about attending Rockford at all. It was never about the place for me. He has a life at this college, but I never really set roots down here. All I need in this world is currently under the roof of this house and standing right next to me.

I squeeze Ronan’s hand as Blair pulls open the door, looking fabulous as always in black pants and a cashmere sweater. “You’re finally here! I was getting worried. About to come drag you both home.” She pulls me into a hug and then Ronan, squeezing us both tight and letting us into her home—my home. It will always be my home too.

And now that she’s pretty much adopted Ronan—because he’s family now too—it’s his home also. That’s just how Blair is.

“We were doing our best to keep her distracted,” Rhett says as he and Grayson greet us as we take off our coats and hang them on the coat rack.

“It wasn’t working,” Grayson chuckles.

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