Page 85 of Tiny Fractures

“You don’t need to answer that,” Ronan chimes in, his words directed at me, but his eyes lock on Cheyenne, throwing her a tense look. I love how protective he is.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol sloshing in my head or just the fact that I think he should know, but I rest my hand on Ronan’s chest and lean forward to face Cheyenne. “I have never had an orgasm, Cheyenne,” I say, feeling brave.

There’s a collective gasp from my friends.

“Yikes, Ronan, I’d always heard you’re so fucking good in bed,” Drew laughs obnoxiously, and Ronan flips him the bird.

“Are you for real?” Summer asks me, her voice high, incredulous.

“Hey, remember the one-question-at-a-time rule,” Vada repeats, and I smile as everyone laughs. “Alright, Kitty Cat, your turn.”

I don’t think for too long. I lean away from Ronan and turn to face him. He narrows his eyes at me, amused, and his smile makes my heart speed up and makes me crave my very first orgasm. Damn alcohol.

“Ran,” I say, “when was the last time you had an orgasm?” A little hiccup escapes my mouth, and I swear he must think I’m more intoxicated than I really am. But I have to admit, I do feel really comfortable, and I genuinely want to know. I figure it couldn’t have been that long ago.

Ronan chuckles. “You’re breaking the rules, baby. You can’t ask the same question that was just asked of you,” he reminds me, smiling. I pout, and Ronan takes my face into both his hands, pulling me toward him and placing a soft kiss on my lips. As he pulls back I hear the guys hooting at us, but my eyes stay shut.

“But I really want to know,” I whine, knowing I sound like a little kid begging for candy. He places another kiss on my lips, this one more intense than the last, and my hand moves down his firm chest to his hard abs. My index finger slides under the hem of his shirt, feeling his warm skin.

“Get a room!” someone yells while everyone else chuckles, and Ronan stops kissing me.

“Well, I guess the game’s over,” Vada says, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and tipping her head back to take another gulp. Chatter erupts among the group, and I feel Ronan get up. He extends his hand out to me, and when I grab it he pulls me up and intertwines his fingers with mine.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he says.

We walk to the shoreline and away from the group. The stars are bright tonight, and I love being out here with only him. My hand is warm in his and we walk silently for a few minutes, out of earshot and sight of the group.

Ronan stops, and I turn to face him, angling my chin up to look into his gorgeous eyes. “Last night,” he says out of the blue.

I’m confused. “What happened last night?”

“My last orgasm. It was last night,” he says, and I immediately blush, clamping my mouth shut.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Ronan puts one hand under my chin and moves his face closer to mine, our lips only about an inch apart as his intense eyes search mine. “Because I was thinking of you,” he says in a low tone that sends a wave of heat through my body and between my legs.

“Really?” The word comes out breathy.

“Uh-huh.” He kisses me softly, and I stand on my tippy toes, eager to have more of him. “Have you honestly never had an orgasm?” he mumbles against my lips.

I lower myself onto my feet and look to the ground. “Never,” I say, a little embarrassed.

Ronan’s hand under my chin urges me to look back at him. “I would be more than willing to change that,” he says with a low chuckle.

“Are orgasms really that big of a deal?”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he says, and I shiver against him.

Ronan

Vada had divulged that Cat was a virgin, but the no-orgasm thing still surprises me.

After our little walk on the beach, Cat and I head back to the group. We hang out for a couple more hours until people start either turning in or passing out from the crazy amount of alcohol we’ve all been drinking. Cat and Vada duck into their tent around one in the morning, and the rest of us go to our respective tents soon thereafter.

Though I fall asleep quickly, I wake up just a short while later, feeling movement next to me.

“Oh, fuck. Really, guys?” I mumble, my voice thick with sleep.

Vada has made her way into the tent, and she’s looking at me apologetically as she straddles Steve, who has both his hands under her shirt.

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