Page 26 of Dearest Ronan

“Yes!” My panties are uncomfortably wet. I really should have taken them off at the start.

The brunt of his tongue lands on my shin. Thankfully, I’m wearing a dress for easy access. I shimmy my hips, urging him to move my body like I know he wants to.

With his tongue still on me, he lifts his eyes and smirks. As we connect, he licks a straight line up my leg. My free leg grazes his hips before I wrap it around his back. He grunts the moment he reaches the soft fabric covering my pussy, my dress having easily lifted to cover his head. I wriggle, eager for him to ease the tension in my core.

“Your cunt’s perfect for my cock, baby.” He nips and bites at my panties. The edges move a few inches back and forth, but he doesn’t tug hard enough for them to leave the snugness of my hips. It’s like he wants me to beg. He probably does, the sexy prick.

Desperately, I yank on the elastic bands of his sweats. “These. Off. Now.”

Chuckling, he starts with my panties, guiding them down my thighs and legs. Once they’re at my feet, I kick them off while he removes his pants. “So sweet,” he whispers. “My sweet little Anika looks so good underneath me.”

“Yes! So good,” I parrot. Without waiting further, he slams into me, eliciting a sudden gasp from me. In his own pleasure, he clenches his teeth, having his heavy balls slap against my ass.

“Fuuuck, Ronan! You feel amazing.”

“Do I? You sure it’s not just because you’re my filthy slut who loves cock?”

I whine, the noise coming from the back of my throat. I’m about to beg him to fuck me harder when the door slams behind us, causing the passion between us to still.

Ronan’s facing the wall, where my gaze is pointed straight at the door, so I witness Carolyn’s scrunched up, disgusted features before Ronan does.

In the blink of an eye, my world falls apart.

Ronan stiffens above me, and Carolyn’s face is already turning red. I try to grasp onto words, but nothing comes out. It’s going to crash in front of me and I can do nothing to stop it.

“Oh my god!” Carolyn screeches. I see the exact moment he recognizes her voice. It’s in the way his eyes widen and his cock thumps wildly inside me. I hadn’t known a dick can quiver in fear.

He seems to stop breathing. I’d think he’s dead if I didn’t still feel his warmth radiating over me. Protecting me, because that’s what Ronan does. He protects. Even still inside me, he maneuvers to the side so he can address his almost-ex-wife. “What are you doing here?” His arms brace the side of my breasts to hide them from view.

“What amIdoing?” she spits. Ronan’s jaw clenches in response, making me burrow into the sheets as deeply as possible. He’s upset and though I hate when he’s upset, I can’t exactly comfort him right now. “How long?”

When he doesn’t speak, I get the urge to defend him. Well, not really defend him as much as I mean defend us. We’re two consenting adults. Carolyn has no right to storm in and demand answers.

Plus, Ronan promised that when someone discovers us, he isn’t going to lie. We have nothing to hide. We’re doing nothing wrong.

Though I’m completely naked, I refuse to sink into the shadows, despite my body’s natural reaction to hide. Mouth dry, I speak the first thing that comes to mind. “Seven inches.”

Carolyn blanches. I can’t believe I just said that. Why did I say that?

Scratch that.

I know why.

Obviously, in the name of love.

I expect Ronan to smile, or at the very least make eye contact with me, but he doesn’t. In fact, as he yanks his body from mine, wraps me up on the sheets and him in the comforter, I realize he’s terribly angry with me. I just had the realization that mycrush on him has hit love territory, and rather than jumping up and down with glee, we’re tearing apart at the seams.

Because someone caught us together, and he thinks what we do is disgusting.

Will I ever be enough for him?

I went along with his secret sex and whispered kisses because I was desperate for any shred of attention he’d given me. Having pieces of him is a hell of a lot better than none.

Most importantly, I’m not completely obtuse. I imagine going through a divorce at any age can be ridiculously difficult. I’m not completely selfish enough to demand more of him when he’s rediscovering who he is without Carolyn.

Yet. . .

Somewhere deep within, I harbored the notion that one day he would come to terms with the idea of us—perhaps after his divorce, once he’d had time to heal. However, as my skin burns and waves of nausea threaten to unveil the turmoil within, his scowl betrays a truth I’ve long denied: he will never embrace me. Never acceptus.

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