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“You feel like home,” she whispered.

Something inside me cracked wide open.

And then I kissed her. It was slow and deep, and I poured everything into it—every moment that had led us here, every promise I’d ever made.

She was my home.

She always had been.

And she always would be.

willow

Three Months Later

Ronan rocked his hips against me, his cock sliding all the way in. He bottomed out, and a breathy moan left me. His mouth wrapped around my peaked nipple, and he lapped at it before biting down.

Sunlight streamed in through the thin curtains, but they were tightly clamped shut, as they usually were. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, tugging lightly on the strands.

“You can give me another, can’t you, baby?” he murmured, his morning voice vibrating through me.

“You’re such a greedy man.” I laughed. “I’ve already given you four.”

His blue eyes lifted to mine, wicked and full of lust. He grinned before he leaned back, gripping my hips in his hands. Slowly, he dragged out before slamming back in. Sweat glistened over his body, along his forehead, his muscles rippling with every movement.

The headboard banged against the wall, and I rested my hand on his lower stomach. His abs flexed under my touch, his neck straining.

“We have neighbors now,” I reminded him breathlessly.

“I don’t care.” He slammed into me again, harder than before, and a cry tumbled from my lips. Again and again, he fucked into me with slow, brutal thrusts. His thumb found my clit, and he began stroking back and forth. “Come for me, sweetheart. I’m so fucking close.”

He moved faster, harder. “That’s it, baby,” he grunted. “God, I feel you gripping my cock. You’re so fucking tight. So wet. So goddamn perfect.” He cupped my breast with his other hand, gently tugging on my nipple.

He moved his hands behind my knees and pushed them to my chest, hitting a different angle. I cried out, clawing at the sheets as he ground his hips against me. “Right there,” I moaned. “Fuck—Ro, please. Don’t stop.Please?—”

“God, I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Gonna get you pregnant.”

My toes curled, my thighs trembling. I reached up, gripping his hard bicep, and sank my nails into his skin. The bite of pain spurred him on, and his thrusts turned frantic.

His cock thickened inside me, and my back arched off the bed. My fifth orgasm of the morning ripped through me, my screams echoing off the walls. He moved faster, chasing his own release, before he slammed all the way in and stilled.

His face reddened, and the veins in his neck popped. I tightened around him, milking his cock as he came inside me. Finally, his body relaxed, and he slowly lowered my legs, gently massaging my hips.

“Fuck, I love you,” he panted, pressing his lips to mine before rolling off me. I cuddled into his side as we caught our breath. I knew he’d clean me up in a moment, but right now, I just needed him to hold me.

I trailed my fingers along the hair on his chest, down his stomach. His eyes were closed, letting me touch him any way Iwanted—just like always. I didn’t realize how touch-starved I’d been until we were together.

Ronan loved touching me, his hand always on some part of my body, no matter where we were. I loved it. I loved feeling wanted and desired, but his touch also brought a sense of safety and warmth nothing else ever had.

I nestled into the crook of his arm, breathing him in.

It had been three months since I’d last heard from my dad, his wife, or my stepsister. They were giving me the silent treatment, but honestly, it had been a much needed reprieve. I finally felt like I could breathe again, and after my kidnapping, Ronan was adamant about keeping my stress levels low.

Which meant not dealing with my family until I was ready to. And I just wasn’t yet.

It also meant daily trips to the lighthouse, going to The Taphouse twice a week, and going to his mom’s for family dinner every Sunday. Lately, it had just been Ronan, Trinity, Demi, and I since Brynne was visiting her brother in New York. She’d be back for the start of the school year, though. Theo had been strangely radio silent the last few months, only hopping into the group chat when we threatened to do a wellness check on him.

“Are you excited to see the house?” Ronan asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I grinned against his warm skin.

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