Page 11 of Finders Keep Her
ELLIE
Can you be addicted to a person? That’s what this has to be. I get antsy if I go too long without checking in on Ronan, which I’m guessing is the equivalent to some sort of withdrawal. It’s stupid; I don’t know the man. I’ve only met him once, but it feels like I do.
In my head we had this whole movie moment the first time we met. Sparks flew and all that other good stuff that happens. It really kind of did happen that way if you think about it. He’d been there to save his sister and Tova. Shots were fired, and blood splattered across the room. Even Cosima stabbed a man. It was all on another level. Then there was Ronan. When our eyes locked, it was the most intense experience of my life. It was the first time I ever felt connected to someone on that level.
I honestly couldn’t tell if he wanted to choke me or kiss me. I wasn’t supposed to be there that day. The girls and I had snuck around for a meetup. I was there to remove Zero from Cosima’s phone because he too has a stalking problem.
Either way, I’d gotten the hell out of there before one of the Marinos killed me. Except I couldn’t stop thinking about Ronan. I found myself checking in on him all the time. He was relaxing to watch. Ronan has this steady calmness to him. His expressionnever gives anything away. He has that wholeI don’t give a shitvibe down. Plus he’s easy on the eyes.
What if that's it? I can't crack him or fully figure him out. I have no idea what makes him tick. He doesn't know I exist.
I'm back in the city. I snuck out after my dad had gone to bed. I'm sure he knows. I check the alley one last time before I slip out of my dad's truck, killing the cameras to the back of the buildings before I make my way down to the small coffee shop.
I pull out my encrypted numeric keypad dialer as I pop the bottom of the block pad off. It clips in. It doesn't take long for the lock to click over so I can slip inside. I've already turned the alarm off for the building.
Pulling out a twenty, I stuff it into the tip jar before grabbing a cake pop and an energy drink. Then I set up shop with my laptop in the back. It doesn't take me but seconds to home in on Ronan.
He's back home. Last night he'd stayed out at his family farm. I knew Tova and Cosima were there too. I miss both of them a lot, but I know I need to keep my distance right now. I hadn't tried to get a peek while he was there for two reasons. I'm not trying to piss Zero off. I have enough of my own problems, and that was the other part. I don't want to take my crap to their front door. They’ve all been through enough the past few months.
“What are you up to tonight?” I whisper even though there is no one to hear me. Ronan hasn’t gone back to the brothel. I hate the sourness that fills me and the anger I get thinking about that.
The great thing about Ronan’s place is the wide-open floor plan. It lets me see all around. He doesn’t have many options inside his home to get eyes on him. The man hates technology. Why else would he use so little of it?
I get an excited flutter when I see that not only does he not cover his laptop, but he freaking never uses the thing. The rest ofhis cameras, except for outside around the gate, are off, which is typical for him lately.
It takes me a second to realize where he has his laptop when I turn the computer on. He often keeps it on a desk he has set up in the far right corner. This time it’s on his coffee table in front of him.
Ronan’s legs are outstretched as he leans back comfortably on his couch. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see he’s only in a pair of sweatpants. A thin layer of dark hair covers his massive chest, tapering off as it leads down to his abs. My fingers itch to touch, wanting to know how they would feel against the hard lines.
His head is dropped back, not letting me see his eyes. I wonder if he’s fallen asleep or is simply staring up at the ceiling. As if he hears my thought, his head drops forward, one of his hands brushing against his abs and down to his—my mind blanks momentarily.
Ronan's cock is hard, pressing against his sweatpants, the outline clean. His hand grips his cock over the pants, and his abs flex. This isn't happening, I think, as he strokes himself. My eyes are glued to his every movement.
Okay, I'm going too far. I need to back out, but still I sit there frozen, a warm buzz starting to tingle across my skin. I feel my nipples harden, my breasts starting to ache.
Ronan's tongue comes out, licking his lips, as his other hand pushes his sweatpants down. "Holy crap, he'd split a girl in two." His cock matches the rest of him, broad and thick. The head is slightly red, like it's angry. I squeeze my thighs together at the sight unfolding in front of me, the ache between them growing.
He wraps his hand around it, giving a slow stroke. I see a bead of cum form on the tip. I lick my lips, for the first time in my life wondering what cum would taste like.
I watch as he strokes his swollen member, lightly squeezing with each pass. Before I can think better of it, I'm slipping my hand into the front of my stretchy yoga pants that have never done a day of yoga in their life.
My fingers go to my engorged clit, and I realize how freaking wet I am. I’m soaked through my panties. I pretend he’s thinking about me as he touches himself because I know he doesn’t have anything up on his computer screen right now.
Ronan starts to stroke himself after I follow his pace, unable to stop myself. It’s shameless and terrible, but I can’t find the will to care. His abs flex, and he stretches out his legs further, flexing those thick, muscular thighs. Thinking about them alone is enough to make me come.
“Ronan.” I moan my orgasm, quickly pushing forward. That never happens to me. A lot of the time I can’t get myself all the way there, but I’m not having that problem right now. His grunts grow louder.
“Ellie,” he whispers under his breath as he starts to come.
My body goes off, the orgasm hitting me hard. Ronan’s name slips from my lips. I fall back into my chair as my breath comes out in small pants.
I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip as I lift my head to see Ronan staring right at his computer screen, almost like he can see me. His release is all over his abs, and his cock is still hard. It takes a second for my mind to catch up.
He said my name. No. I shake my head. That’s impossible. Not even Tova or Cosima know my real name. That’s my head playing with me. I imagined it for sure. That orgasm actually blew my mind and made me think I heard him speak my name.
Ronan leans forward, his face coming closer to the screen. I keep my eyes locked on him. My stomach dips as I feel the butterflies that I have heard others talk about before.
“Ronan.” I say his name, but there isn’t a reaction. It’s like I’m in a trance unable to pull away. Until an alarm on my system dings, jerking me back to reality. “Oh shit.”
