Page 47 of Ronan
Grinning, I reach up to grip his chin. “Yep. You heard me.”
Biting his lip, Ro hops off the bed in one swift movement and disappears, returning a few moments later from the basement with something in his hand. “Okay, pretty girl. I’ll beg.” He shoves his way between my legs and pushes something egg-shaped into my cunt, then presses a button on a small black remote. Immediately, it begins pulsing. “But you first. Get up and get dressed. You’ll be wearing that all evening.”
Uh oh.
“Ronan,” I gasp. “You’re not serious.”
He tosses me a wink over his shoulder before he enters the bathroom, and when I don’t move a muscle to get dressed, that vibrator switches on again so powerfully I nearly fall over.
“Okay!” I yell, scrambling toward my bag to grab some clothes. “I’m getting dressed!”
“Good idea. Put a dress on,” he calls back knowing damn well that’s not what I meant. I don’t know if I even have one here. “Scratch that.” Ronan comes back into the room with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. “Just one of my shirts and a pair of my socks will do.”
Blinking, I take a deep breath to control my tone. “You want me to show up to Sunday dinner wearing nothing but your shirt and your socks?”
“We’re having it here,” he replies like that helps at all. “It’s just Orion, and he knows not to look. Are you telling me no?”
My stomach flips at the thought, but he’s right. Orion wouldn’t do anything, and something tells me Ro needs this. “I’d never tell you no, big brother. If that’s what you want, that’s what I’ll do.”
I see the way his shoulders relax from across the room, and after he finishes washing up and comes back, I melt into him as he pulls me in. “You’re my good girl, Atley.”
Yeah, this is worth it. I’ll walk around naked all day every day if it’ll keep himhappy like this. “I know. Just... keep that in mind during dinner.”
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Apparently Ronan has forgotten I’ve ever been a good girl a day in my life. While it’s true that Orion didn’t spare a second glance at my lack of an outfit, the little fucker keeps smiling every time he hears the vibrations kick up.
I can’t do this.
I haven’t even touched my food.
“Oh god,” I whisper as it gets worse. My water glass shakes in my trembling hand as I take a couple of quick sips, but nothing is going to help me right now. I’m overheated, overstimulated, and way too close to coming. “So Orion, have you heard anything from St. Andrew’s?”
The amused expression on his face makes me want to smack him. “I start tomorrow, actually. I’ll have a few days to settle in and then Harvest Day is Friday.”
“I’ll watch the house as much as you need me to, so don’t worry about anything. Are you excited?” Ronan asks.
These fucking dickheads are gonna talk to each other like I’m not actively dying over here.
“I guess,” he says flippantly. “Commitment free, guaranteed safe sex? What more could a guy ask for?”
“I can think of something.”
Ronan’s gaze flicks to mine and holds it, a soft smile on his perfect lips that has me entranced right up until I shift a little too far forward. The fucking vibrator inside me presses right up against my g spot, making my eyes roll and my thigh twitch so hard, it knocks against my brother’s.
“What, torture?” Orion laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll get plenty of that too. They’re putting me in a TPE dorm.”
Total power exchange sounds like what he needs, but right now, I need to get the fuck out of here before I come at the dinner table.
Standing up on horribly shaky legs, I make it a half a step before Ronan grabs my hand and tugs me back. “Sit down, baby girl.”
His eyes are much more intense now, more demanding, and I know I won’t be able to change his mind.
“Am I at least allowed to c—” fuck, I don’t want to talk about this in front of Orion, though that seems like a moot point — “You know.”
“Are you?” He tilts his head. “I don’t think I’ve heard you beg yet.”
He’s talking low, but the way Orion hides his smirk behind a drink tells me he knows everything that’s going on right now.
