Page 2 of Ronan
Chuckling, I swipe the message away and stare at her kind-of-boyfriend’s cock for the first time. It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten laid, because it takes everything inside me not to squirm. The head is shining with his arousal, his fingers wrapped around the base corded with sinful veins, and when I take in his toned abs I can’t stop myself from picturing them covered in his cum.
Yet as I sit here staring at a real man’s cock, I still find my mind wondering what Nightbreed’s looks like. His confidence tells me it’s too perfect for his own good, and where Orion’s abs are nice enough, I can’t help but wish they were also covered in tattoos for my spank bank. I really need to get a grip.
“Girl are you drooling?” she teases, and I shake my head with all the confidence I can muster.
I also bet my step-brother is hotter.
“Okay, maybe a little. What are you waiting for? Go get that or I will.”
She holds out her hand for her phone as another message comes in, and whatever it is has her groaning in defeat. “He knew he’d get me with that stupid dick pic. He’s huge, I just wish he didn’t cum so much. It’s weird. I’m going to tell him I showed you.”
She disappears into the back room before I can tell her not to, a backpack slung over her shoulder when she comes back a few moments later, and I know I’m beat.
Sighing, I offer, “Have fun and be safe,” before she tugs out her keys, and her phone rings again.
This time she answers with an aggressive, “What, Orion? I’m not coming over,” as she tugs open the door and does exactly that.
I have to give her props, at least she knows how to play the game.
I just wish the game wasn’t like this.
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Ronan
I wish my best friend and his on-and-off girlfriend would have gone to his house to argue like civil people would have, but at least they’re past it now.
Emma is sitting on Orion’s lap and playing with the scruff on his jaw like she didn’t just tell him to go fuck himself ten minutes ago, but I can tell with one glance that he doesn’t care either way. He just wants to fuck. “You two are a buzzkill, you know that?”
Orion smiles like that’s something to be proud of and takes a long sip of his Crown Royal. “He’s boring, huh, Em?”
I roll my eyes and flip off my only real friend in the world as his sort-of girlfriend smiles. “He’s not so bad. Just wish he didn’t dress like a zealot all the time.”
Orion’s smile fades immediately, and I know it’s because he doesn’t trust her. When they first started seeing each other, she got black-out drunk and asked me if I could talk Orion into a threesome. Naturally, I told him. They fought and then made up all in the same night, and even though he never brought it up again, I know he remembers.
I just don’t know why he stayed. I get it, she’s hot and it was easy pussy, but he’s a good looking guy. That’s never been an area he struggled in before, so I don’t know why he’s trying to force this to be something it’s not.
People mistake toxicity for love every day, so I guess it’s nothing new. I just expected more from him.
Like I’m one to talk.
“I think you show enough skin for all three of us.”
“You see this skirt?” Orion hisses, tugging on the short fabric against her thigh. “She stopped at the gas station inthisbefore coming here.”
“What’d you do that for?” I ask, already knowing the answer. He loves being pissed off as much as she loves pissing him off.
“I needed gas.”
“Gas and attention.”
Ah, fuck. Here we go. Time to do damage control before they break something in my house. Again. “Why aren’t you pumping her gas for her, Orion? This is your woman, right?”
“I don’t know, are you?” he asks her, his hand gripping her chin so she can’t look away.
She melts under his touch, reminding me of just how much I’m missing. “If you say so, Orion. I’m whatever you say I am.”
“Good fucking answer.” He kisses her deep enough to have me standing up from my seat so I can disappear, but her next words have me pausing.
