Page 128 of Release Me

Ronan follows it up with a soft stroke before leaningforward to whisper in my ear, “If you think that’s messy, wait until I come all over your face.”

My mouth drops with his filthy words, even as my heart rate spikes with excitement over a next time with him. I’ve never had a guy talk to me the way Ronan does. I never thought I’d like it.

He backs up, adjusting his shorts in the process.

The move draws my gaze down. Even though he came, he’s still hard. “You’re going to your friends likethat?”

“They’ve seen worse.”

Where to even begin with a statement like that?

“How many hours left in this cruise?” He asks again.

“Three, give or take.”

“Until then.” He reaches over the counter to grab the Solo cup. With a knowing smile, he pops his index and middle finger into his mouth and drags them back out, his eyes locked on me the entire time. It’s a promise that I feel like an electric current rippling through every intimate spot on my body.

He downs the tequila with one swig and then hops into the water to join the others.

And I finally allow myself a deep exhale.

What is it about this man that compels me to behave so recklessly?

49.Ronan

“Sasha, anchor!” the driver of the pontoon boat shouts. He’s a stocky, dark-haired guy who’s been shooting daggers at us for the past half hour, since I left Sloane to appease Connor.

A decision I am woefully regretting, though I had no choice. I was seconds away from begging her for a blow job, nowhere near spent. I haven’t been able to shed the mental idea of having her lips around my cock since. I can’t wait until this cruise is over.

“Let me help you.” Connor hauls the cumbersome and hefty weight out of the water with one hand and climbs up the ladder on the back of their pontoon, to settle it in the corner where Sasha and Mira are perched, their backs arched so their barely covered tits are on display. “Dude’s an asshole, hey?”

“Ignore him. That’s my brother.” Sasha casts a dismissive hand toward the stewing chauffeur. “He has a thing for Mira, whodoesn’thave a thing for him.”

No, she has a thing forme, if the overt flirting is any indication. Would she still be so friendly if she knew that before I came over here, I made our tiki boat captain come with the tip of my dick inside her?

Sasha thrusts a business card at Connor, her heavy, dark lashes fluttering. “Call me. We’re here until Thursday.”

“I will. Definitely.” Connor drops back into the water, holding the card up so it doesn’t get ruined.

Her chocolate-brown eyes rake over his sculpted torso. “I’ll be waiting.”

Connor flashes his signature smile. “You knowIwill be.” The propeller suddenly starts, and he jumps back with a booming shout.

Yelling erupts as the pontoon pulls away, clumsily navigating around the anchored boats and people, nearly hitting another vessel in their hasty exit.

“Guy could have chopped me up with that stunt!” Connor growls, glaring after them. “Just for that, I’m going to fuck his sister.”

“You’re gonna do that, anyway.”

“True, but I’ll shout his name while I’m in there.” He pumps his hips to emphasize his words.

“You’ve got issues.”

“My only issue is how soon before I get to fuck that ass.Damn, did you see it?”

“Hard to miss.” It was on display like the centerpiece on a buffet table. But to be honest, I barely noticed, too busy searching for every escape route back to Sloane. “I need another drink.”

“Yeah, same. I’ll come with. Hey, guys! Bevvies?” He makes a drinking gesture and they all nod and begin moving back toward our bar.

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