Page 17 of Dearest Ronan

I expect Ronan to demand I jump in, but he only smirks. “Hmmm.” I kick my feet underwater like a mermaid. “Why are you smiling?”

“Don’t move,” he intones. Treading water, he closes the short distance between us. Him in the water, and me hovering above the pool with my ass on the perimeter concrete.

A flush creeps up my neck. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I’m all for it.

Hooking his finger into my bikini bottoms, he slides the material off the lips of my pussy and holds them up against my inner thigh. Meanwhile, I peer down at him to memorize the intensity of his face. He’s all hard lines and focus right now. It’s sexy as hell.

With the tip of his nose, he rubs it against my center before pausing and inhaling deeply. Small pebbles dig themselves into the flesh of my back, but it only adds to the sensations. It’s tortuous waiting for him. I can’t help by squirming.

“Ronan, please,” I moan. Anticipation aches deep within stomach while my desperation for him drips along the crease of my thighs.

He clicks his tongue, still pressing his nose against my lips. It comes out slightly muffled. “So impatient, butterfly.” How could it be any other way? I have the hottest man I’ve ever seen seconds from burying himself inside of me. Naturally, I’m impatient.

I resume wriggling, trying to gain purchase against his face. This only makes Ronan growl. His deep vibrations fly across my thighs, pussy, and stomach. Tiny moans slip from my mouth, but I can’t stop. Just staring at Ronan makes me wet. Add in anything sexual, and I’m drenched.

Ronan brutally grips my hips. Just as I open my mouth to beg him to touch me more, his tongue dives straight for my aching clit.

“Ronan! I’m close!” His thick head of hair bobs while he sucks and nips at my most sensitive bits.

Air gasping, I’m flying above the clouds, I’m—

Creeeeeak.

Eyes glazed, the haze of lust slowly lifts. It’s a weird transition between holding onto an orgasm and emerging from a mental fog.

The hinges of the gate echoes softly in the yard. Ronan freezes mid lick with my legs spread apart, and swim bottoms pushed to the side by Ronan’s thick finger. We seem to fully return to our senses at the same time as he scrambles away from my legs while I adjust my bikini.

A middle-aged familiar man saunters across the lawn, manicured grass crunching underneath his boots. His head is down, ruffling his dark blonde hair as he faces the expansive lawn. Scents of sea salt flows to us in waves from his uniform grey shirt, reminding me of how Ronan smells when he comes home. Sea salt and musk.

“Shit,” Ronan mutters.

“Hey, man!” The intruder smiles, though I can’t help the scowl on my face. Edging is not one of my kinks.

“What’s up, Maury?” Ronan asks. His arms lazily stretch out on the pool edge.

Emanating the relaxed posture of my should-be-boyfriend, I casually hop down into the pool, a good three feet from my former guardian. While his face is neutral, just underneath the surface of the water, he clenches his fists at his sides. I can feel the weight of his prayers, a desperate plea for us to remain undiscovered.

“Look at you,” this Maury guy asks. “It’s hot as balls, but you’re lucky enough to lounge in your awesome pool.” He scans Ronan’s waterfall feature, jacuzzi tub, willow tree, and stone pathway in quick succession. Mine and Ronan’s shoulders relaxed in unison. We’re clear.

As Maury and Ronan make small talk, it hits me. I’ve seen Maury the other day when I Ronan and I made love under the pier.

There’s something about Maury that gives off a positive and trustworthy vibe. If I can sense it, Ronan has to, too. I briefly consider using Maury to expose Ronan and my situationship,but decide against it when I envision the warmth of his touch turning distant. I don’t want to mess this up.

So instead, I smile sweetly. “Are you joining us?”

“Didn’t bring my suit.” Still, he flops down on the grass and sticks his bare feet into the pool. “Nice to see you again, Anika.”

“You, too.” While Ronan and Maury talk, I note the tension leaving Ronan’s shoulders. He continues to stray away from me, but he’s grinning more. I’m happy that he has a friend—someone to talk to. It’s good for him.

Feeling pulled, I lean over and place my hand on his warm shoulder, but his shoulder raises to his ears; therefore, dropping my touch.

I study the side of his now uncomfortable features. I can understand not wanting his coworker to walk in on us during sex, but why can’t I innocently touch him? We agreed to casual, but not to pretend like we’re not doing anything.

Gnawing on my lip, I try not to sigh. I wish we were alone to straighten this out.

Seeming to sense the tension between us, Maury lifts his hand from the water to rub the back of his neck. Water sways beneath me at the motion. “So,” he begins, “Are you and Anika. . .” He trails off, but all three of us can surmise what the rest of that sentence entails.

He scoffs like the idea is so ridiculous that he’d rather sink to the bottom of this pool and drown than have a relationship with me. “Maury, don’t be disgusting.”

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