Page 53 of Descent

“I don’t think the guys would like that very much,” I defend weakly.

“Probably not, but I think you would.”

Holy fucking shit. He has never been flirty with me like this. We don’t banter. He drives me around. We make small talk. That’s it. I thought Liam was just teasing me before. Now, I have a feeling he was trying to give me a heads-up.

“You act like it wouldn’t be the best day of your life,” I scoff, trying desperately to get the attention off of me because what the hell is going on?

That same smirk is still in place as he nods.

“I won’t deny that at all. I’ve spent way too much time…fantasizing,” he says, his eyes running down my body before coming back up again.

“About what?” I practically whisper.

Wesley tilts his head to the side curiously, a single brow risen in surprise, as he sets down the drill and adjusts his stance. I have no choice but to bump against the wall, and before I can move, he cages me in with his palms pressed against the wall above my head.

“You sure you want to know, little one?”

I hesitate for a moment before nodding.

His tongue pokes out, running along his lower lip as he inches his face towards mine until our noses brush against one another.

“An answer like that will cost you, you willing to pay?”

I don’t speak, mainly because I don’t remember how to. All I can do is intake oxygen, output carbon dioxide, and stare into those dark blue eyes.

“What’s going on?” Ronan asks, forcing me to physically jump before my head whips over to him.

Wesley drops his head like he’s disappointed for a second. His mouth bumping against my neck in what I think is an accident before he stands up fully. He pushes away from the wall before bending down and picking up the drill.

“Not much, got that one hung. Gonna go throw a couple in the garage and laundry room.”

Ronan’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t say anything as Wesley leaves the room. As soon as he’s out of sight, Ronan begins casually strolling over to me, a curious tilt to his head.

“Baby?” he asks softly.

“Yeah?” I rasp, clearing my throat as I look up to him.

“Am I going to have to stop introducing you to other men? I know I said I’d share you with as many as it took, but you knowyou don’t have to make it a ‘how many boyfriends can I collect’ game, right?”

Well, if I wasn’t already feeling bad about my reaction to Wesley, I feel fucking terrible now. I push away from the wall, moving to walk past him, when Ronan catches my arm easily, a chuckle escaping him as he shakes his head.

“Hey, now. Don’t be like that. I’m just teasing you. What am I supposed to do when I find my girl all hot and heavy with my bond brother?”

“It wasn’t like that,” I say weakly.

Ronan’s brows rise. “So, now we’re lying to each other?”

I blow out a breath and shake my head as I look away.

“I think he’s attractive. He called me out for staring too long. That was it.”

“I don’t know,” Ronan says as his hand comes to cup my jaw, tilting it up so that I can face him. “Looked like it could have been more to me.”

I shrug my shoulders, not knowing what to say, as Ronan leans towards my neck, his mouth grazing against the same spot that Wesley’s did.

“What have you done to me? I’ve always been a jealous fucking bastard, but the idea of sharing you, it’s so fucking hot.”

“It is? I thought Liam was the only one into it.”

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