Page 28 of Ronan
But if I’m going to be the one to call it quits, I want to get my half of this fantasy exchange first. Just once. Chances are good I’ll never be brave enough to tell anyone else I want it.
“Okay. I’ll wait, Daddy.”
“Thank you.” He sounds so relieved, I feel it through the phone. “Can I see you tonight?”
Fuck, I hate the way that makes my stomach squirm. I should be pulling back,not falling deeper. “On FaceTime or in person?”
“In person. I need to touch you again, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
Yeah, logic won’t do me any good here. He has me in a chokehold. “Where? How?”
“Well we made my fantasy come true... how about we make yours?”
Mindreading little shit.
“Um... we can,” I start slowly. “But part of it, for me anyway, is that I don’t want to know when it’s going to happen. Is that terrible?”
Once again I have to force myself not to think about how similar his chuckle is to Ronan’s. “Not at all, pretty girl. I hear you loud and clear. I’ll be patient.”
“While we’re on the subject, you already know where I live. There’s a code for the front door but it’s literally just 0000 because my landlord doesn’t care about us, I’m in apartment four, and there’s a skeleton key we all share under the big potted plant out front. And yes, before you ask, that means we all have the same keys. Again, my landlord is a cheap bastard.”
“That’s the shittiest landlord in the world,” he growls, real anger in his tone. “Are you allowed to change the locks?”
“No, because then he’d have to change them back for the next tenant. Believe me, I know. But the people in my building are cool and we don’t bother each other. We usually keep a chair under the knob just in case, but maybe I’ll forget about that the next few days.”
“Yeah, definitely do that, but as soon as I leave, put it back. I don’t like the idea of you being vulnerable... well... unless it’s for me.”
There it is. There’s that helpless-but-not-really feeling I’ve been craving. “Don’t keep me waiting too long then.”
“Never, baby. Never.” There’s a comforting silence that stretches between us before he chuckles again. “What are you wearing?”
Well, fuck. “I’m wearing a grey shirt and... nothing else.” My brother’s grey shirt, because I paced so fucking long this morning I never changed. I’m also not going to tell him or even think about the fact that I tried to show my brother my pussy last night. Something tells me that won’t end well. “You?”
“Boxer briefs. I was working out and then took a shower, but when I saw your text Ijust laid down on the couch. Have you eaten?”
“Not yet, but I’m getting there.”
“Drink water?”
At least he cares. “Some, yeah. Coffee, too. Were you okay last night?”
“I was alright. Thought about you the entire time and had to keep busy so I didn’t rush over to you to fix it. Next time I’m doing some aftercare before I leave. I dropped the ball yesterday.”
“What were you supposed to do?” I ask. “We were in a bathroom.”
Night chuckles. “Oh, I don’t know. Steal you and take you to my place so I can put you in my clothes and lay you on my lap.”
Fuck. Exhaling a little louder than I wanted to, I sit down on the edge of my counter. “Funny, that’s actually exactly what I needed.”
“I know, baby. I’ll make it up to you soon. You’ll be sick of me by the time I leave your place.”
He says that now, but the more time he spends with me, the more likely it’ll be I figure out who he is. I just have to drop the Ronan fantasy and start putting pieces together. “Then I’ll be patient. I know it’s hard.”
“It’s actually not hard right now, but it wouldn’t take much to get there,” he jokes, and I can tell he’s trying to get a smile out of me whether he can see it or not.
It works.
“Yeah? So I’d just need to remind you that you came inside me yesterday?” I ask. “Or maybe that I’m not wearing panties right now?”
