Page 40 of Release Me

He pulls me down off the dresser with ease, setting me on the bed, where I sprawl out, boneless. I’m vaguely aware of him leaving the room, only to return thirty seconds later, his shirt missing and a foil packet in his hand, his track pants hanging low on his hips, the V of his pelvis leading down to the hard ridge of his erection.

His body truly is a work of art.

Ronan pushes his waistband down to his thighs and takes his length in his palm. With languid strokes, he rubs himself in front of me. “You thought I was going to bring someone home last night, didn’t you? That’s why you hid these?”

“Yes,” I admit. “Why didn’t you?”

He opens his mouth, but falters. “I didn’t feel like it.” I get the impression he was going to say something different.

He tears the foil wrapper with his teeth and rolls the condom onto himself with one hand, his gaze never leaving mine.

For the briefest of seconds, I consider closing my legs, denying him. But I quickly dismiss that crazy thought, because the truth is I’m aching to feel Ronan inside me again. I enjoy the idea of him wanting me.

He flips me over and pulls me to my knees with no warning, smoothing his palms over my backside. “Damn, this ass.” The mattress sinks under his weight as he kneels behind me.

“What about it?” I fail to keep the apprehension from my voice. I’ve always been self-conscious about my round hips, emphasized by my slender waist. In fact, this is my least favorite position because of it. I never let David take me like this.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Really?”

He drags his thumb along my crack, making me tense. “I could stare at it all day.” He grips each side tight, and I feel his tip prod my opening, still swollen and sensitive.

And so wet.

I close my eyes as he pushes into me, overwhelmed by his size from this angle. I take him in quickly enough, though.

His phone chirps. “Shit … you took too long in the shower.” He pushes my chest against the mattress and hikes my ass up higher in the air.

“What do you mean? Is Connor on his way—” My words are cut off with a cry as he thrusts into me at that same relentless pace as the other night, just before he came.

I don’t fight the sounds that slip from my mouth this time, fisting the covers, his skin slapping against mine, a repetitive and tawdry sound. It’s almost unbearable, my mind torn between the odd pleasurable pain he’s delivering and worry that my brother’s going to walk in. It’s distracting enough that my orgasm catches me by surprise, just as Ronan’s pulsing deep inside me with his own.

My muscles barely have time to stop constricting around him when he abruptly pulls out. He leaves, clicking my bedroom door shut behind him.

Disappointment doesn’t even have time to settle in before I hear Connor hollering at the door for Ronan to give him a hand unloading the car.

My heart is still racing. That was so close.

I press my lips together to keep from laughing.

What the hell are we doing?

And why am I enjoying this so much?

21.Ronan

Ihold my ground at the bar as I savor my last drink. It’s almost one. Connor no longer requires my services of wingman based on how far down that woman’s throat his tongue is, and I’m doing my best to avoid her friends, one of whom can’t keep her hands off me. She’s beautiful, I’ll give her that. But she’s drunk and obnoxious.

And she’s not Ryan.

I chuckle at myself as I think of that smash-and-dash earlier. World record, I think. At least for me. I haven’t come that fast inside a woman since my first time in one. But it was fun, all the same. Even more fun was hoisting Ryan onto the top of her dresser. A thousand bucks says she’s never had a guy do that before. It only took ten seconds for her to let go of her apprehension and enjoy it. I can still feel her fingertips against my scalp.

“You work at Wolf, don’t you?”

The feminine purr in my ear catches me off guard mid sip. More unexpected is the face I find next to me.

It’s the girl David cheated with. I can’t remember her name. Don’t care to. “I do.” A quick scan around us turns up empty for her new boyfriend. “You here alone?”

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