Page 46 of Ronan
“What can I say? Your whole mysterious thing was captivating. I was dying to know why you stayed covered all the time, even in the summer.”
“So you didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t like the sun touching my skin?”
Her eyebrow quirks. “Did I believe you when you basically tried to insinuate you were a vampire? No, Ronan. No, I didn’t.”
Laughing, I roll my hips to remind her I’m still inside of her. “Well... I do like to bite.”
Leaning in, I suck on her neck a few seconds before I sink my teeth into her skin, grunting when her pussy clenches like a vice.
“Point taken,” she laughs, more gasped than anything. “I have to give you some props, though. I told you to your face a couple of times that I was disobeying your masked persona and you didn’t bat an eye.”
That was much harder than it looked. “My eyelid was twitching, but I kept my cool. I honestly kept trying to think of ways that Nightbreed could logically discover the truth so I could still spank you, but I like how this worked out better.”
She nods, reaching up to touch my cheek. “People are gonna think we’re really fucking weird for this. You know that, right?”
Turning into her hand, I gently kiss her palm. “People already thought I was weird, but at least with this we’re truly happy, right? Let them talk, baby sister. No one could ever understand what we have right here.”
“Oh, if we told them the whole truth, they’d die,” she deadpans. “The gloryhole alone would’ve taken your grandma out early.”
“Yeah, probably.” Once I finally get the strength to pull out of her and clean us bothup, I find myself thinking about how much our parents are going to flip.
I still don’t care though. The whole world could turn their backs on us, and I’d still be facing her. She’s my true north. Everyone else may as well be blurry lines on an outdated map from the past. Useless and obsolete, just like all the regrets I’ll carry for not making this decision sooner.
It’s time we focus on our future, the one we’re starting today.
Together.
Epilogue
“Oh, no thank you,” I grumble, turning deeper into Ronan’s side as he gently tries to wake me up. “There’s no way it’s morning already.”
“It’s 4pm, baby girl. Fuck, your neck looks like you were attacked by a vampire. There’s no way all those marks were me.”
His fingers dance along the tender skin, his lips trailing across my shoulder so gently you’d never believe he was the same man that fucked me into this coma.
Insatiable little bastard.
“What if we just told Orion we already ate and stayed right here instead?” I grumble. “I really thought he would’ve given up on Sunday dinners by now.”
“Yeah, these weren’t all about Emma,” Ronan replies, his fingers curling into my hipas he holds me close. “I think he just wants to feel in control of something, and that’s the only thing I’ll let him have. Maybe one day he’ll find someone that helps that side of him, but for now, if my best friend wants to have dinner once a week, I figure I can suck it up after the years of pining I made him endure. He had to hear all of it so I could play it cool when you were around.”
It’s hard not to smile hearing it. I kept my depraved little thoughts to myself, but knowing he couldn’t? It makes me squirm a little too happily. “Not playing it cool anymore, you know. You can’t keep your hands off of me.”
“I can’t. I reached my quota and I can’t go back. So tell me it’s official, you’re moving in here, right? We can go get the rest of your shit?”
He’s asked me nearly every single day since he told me the truth, and I’m running out of reasons to say no. Emma’s become unbearable to be around, our landlord still hasn’t fixed our furnace, and even when I do go home, I’d rather be here.
Ronan is everything I always hoped he’d be and then some.
Besides, it’s not like our relationship will suddenly become socially acceptable if wewait long enough to move in with each other.
It’s just really, really fun to mess with him.
“Hmm,” I tease. “Maybe if you beg.”
“Beg?” Suddenly he’s looming over me with an expression in his dark blue eyes that makes me squirm. “You want to hear me beg, baby?”
Or punish me for asking, I’m not picky.
