Page 3 of Ronan
“I showed Atley your dick.”
“What?” we both say in unison, but it’s Orion who finds more words before I do. “Did she ask to see it?”
Did she? How did she respond? Did it turn her on? Did she think of it after? Is she thinking about it right now? Fuck.
She shrugs a little, smiling like she knows something we don’t. “She said she’s never seen better.”
Bullshit.
The expression on his face tells me I’ll never hear the end of it, but I cannot meet his stupid eyes right now. “My poor step-sister must be a virgin then. There’s no way she said that.”
If she did, I’m going to have to chop it the fuck off.
“Don’t be jealous, I’m sure she’d think yours is adequate enough if she ever saw it.”
I’ll kill him.
Seriously, I’ll skin him alive and make him beg for death only to deny it until I’m satisfied.
And I’m never satisfied.
“That’s his sister, you freak,” Emma laughs. “He’s not jealous, he’s probably trying not to think about it. Which means he definitely doesn’t want to hear about how often she makes herself cum, especially to masked men.” She grabs Orion’s glass and takes a drink. “One in particular.”
“You made it worse.”
But I’m tuning him out at this point. “Who is it? Are they super popular or something?”
She shrugs. “He’s got like a hundred thousand followers, but I don’t understand how. His name is Nightbreed, can you imagine? Stupid,” she huffs, scowling when Orion steals his drink back before she can take another sip. “There’s a few others too,but he’s the one she’s really obsessed with. Bitch needs a life.”
Yeah. Stupid fucking name indeed. “Don’t talk about her that way or I’ll have to kill you.”
My tone is joking enough, but I mean it. I’m still stuck on the fact that she’s watching those videos at all.
Emma laughs it off, but Orion can see that my mood has changed. “You ready to go to my place now?” he asks her, and she nods to finally give me some peace.
“Yeah, I’m tired. Are you coming?”
He kisses her quickly as he shakes his head. “I’ll be there in a few.”
Our gazes lock as she takes her leave, and my jaw ticks at the amusement I see. The second the door closes behind her my best friend begins to laugh at me.
“It’s not funny, O.”
“Oh, it’s not? What is it then? Ironic, maybe? Your step-sister — who you’re obsessed with, by the way — is flickin’ her cute little bean to your videos. I thought you’d be over the moon.”
Am I?
In a way I am, because she’s the whole reason I made the stupid TikTok. But she doesn’t know it’s me. She’s fantasizing abouta man thatisn’tme. Well it is, but... god, this is a mindfuck.
“Bro, it’s been months and she’s never once engaged with my page. I had no clue she even found my account, but now that I know she has, what do I do?”
He eyes me like I already know the answer. “You’re the best manipulator I’ve ever met. Fucking use it. What do horny, bean-flicking girls want? Attention from people they think are out of their league. Start a contest or some shit, force her to say something.”
“Stop talking about her bean,” I hiss, but I have to admit, he’s onto something. “What should I give to a winner? A personalized video or something?”
No, that’s not enough. I need to truly get her attention. But how?
He contemplates for a moment, then shakes his head. “Nah. A personal FaceTime to the person with the best comment. You only want her, right? I’ll comment too, so if she dips on you, you don’t have to call some rando. Just pick mine.”
