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I slip along the hallway as quietly as I can. If there’s another person here, they don’t need any warning before I rip them to shreds.

The door to Ronan’s bedroom is open, and light is spilling into the hallway. As I creep closer to the doorway, Ronan cries out, “Zac!”

I leap forward, prepared to defend him. But there’s nobody else there. Just Ronan. On his back on the bed, knees bent andspread wide to accommodate the dildo he’s working in and out of his ass. He whimpers as he hits a sensitive spot.

My cock snaps to attention, going hard so fast, I swear I get a little lightheaded. Or that might just be because of the sight before me, one of my favorite fantasies brought to life. The only thing different is that I’m not the one fucking him with the dildo.

His breathing picks up, and his free hand closes around his dick, pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. The slick gleam of lube on his skin and around the stretched pucker of his ass is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I could stand here forever, but the guilt of watching him without him knowing I’m here is too heavy a burden.

“Ronan,” I rasp.

His eyes snap open, and his lust-fogged gaze lands on me. “Zac?” Then orgasm overtakes him, and he cries out as his body convulses.

Swallowing hard, I avert my gaze and go into the bathroom, giving him time to pull himself together while I dampen a towel with warm water. I deliberately take longer than I need before going back into the bedroom.

He’s sitting up on the bed, the sheet held tight around his waist, dildo nowhere to be seen. I don’t know where exactly to look.

“Here.” I offer the towel. “I thought you might…” Belatedly, I realize there’s no mess—no cum, anyway.

As if he can read my mind, he says, “Dragons don’t ejaculate.”

That’s something to think about later. “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to watch. I… Zoe was at my place and insisted I come back here. And then I heard… um. Well, I th-thought you might be hurt.” I’m stumbling over the words like an adolescent, and the back of my neck feels hot. “I’m sorry.”

There are so many questions I want to ask him, like… have you been kicking me out every night so you can play with a dildo?Why?Did he think I wouldn’t… or is it that he’d rather have the toy than me?

Ronan’s face relaxes a little. “Zoe, huh?” He takes the towel and mutters, “I’ll kill her.”

I don’t know what to say, so I half turn away, giving him a little privacy to clean up the lube. If I was a better person, I’d leave, but I guess I’m flawed.

The sheets rustle, and I try not to picture what Ronan’s doing. What I wish I was doing for him. “You can look at me now,” he says, and he sounds a lot more… confident? When I turn back, he’s off the bed, wearing sweatpants and nothing else. The dildo is lying on the towel amid the rumpled sheets. It’s pink—I hadn’t noticed that before.

“We should talk,” Ronan says. “We should have talked before now. I’m sorry.”

Dread forms a lump in my throat, but I force words past it. “Are you ending things with me?”

“What? No!” His genuine shock allows me to breathe a little easier. “Zac, no. There’s no way. I…” He sighs. “Wow, I really messed this up.” Closing the distance between us, he takes my hands in his. “We need to talk, but I’m not ending things. Maybe this is premature, but I’m actually so far in love with you that just the thought of not having you in my life hurts every part of me.”

I don’t think my brain can handle this many shocks in such a short space of time. “You love me?” My hands tighten on his.

He searches my expression with a worried gaze. “Yes. I do. I love you. So, so much.”

Clearing my throat, I nod. “I love you too. That’s why it hurt when… This past week, you’ve been so happy for me to leave. I thought maybe you were getting sick of me.”

The little laugh that huffs out of him is reassuring. “That’s definitely not it. We need to sit down for this, I think.” He glances at the bed. “Um. Would it gross you out if we stayed in here? We can go into the living room.”

Ronan loves me and wants me in his bedroom? That’s not something I’ll say no to.

“Here is fine.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Ronan

This wasn’thow I wanted to have this conversation, but it’s all my own fault. If I’d listened to my friends and talked to Zac about this sooner, we wouldn’t be doing this with me half-naked after he just watched me fuck myself with a dildo.

At least I learned that I definitely like to bottom. I was pretty sure of that after a week spent fingering myself, but I’m a hundred percent certain now. So that’s information I can bring to the table. And him walking in on me means I don’t have to think of a way to bring up the subject.

I’m still going to kill Zoe, though.

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