Page 13 of His Bountiful Gifts (Men of the Sea)

ULA

My pussy hurts. My thighs are scraped raw. There’s a sting from the bite marks on my neck and a large, stupid grin on my face.

My heart swells every time I think about the last few days with Ronan.

The things he’s doing to me are filthy, delicious. My body’s in a permanent state of arousal whenever he’s nearby. And being holed up in a small caravan together means he’s always nearby.

I’m humming to myself as I sprinkle fresh sage into the broth I’ve got brewing.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I know without turning around that Ronan’s behind me.

His hand slides around my waist and I lean against him, resting my head against his solid torso.

“Smells good.”

He kisses my neck as he says it, and I’m not sure if he means the broth or me. His hand wanders to my breast, making my nipples pucker, and I feel his hardness pressing into my back.

I guess it’s me that he likes the smell of.

Even though my pussy is raw from overuse, I’m wet down there as soon as he touches me. I push my hips against him and am satisfied to hear him groan.

“What are you doing to me, angel…”

His hand wraps around my throat, pulling my head back to kiss my scorching flesh.

“You’ve enchanted me with your spells…”

My body writhes against him as his warm breath moves down my throat, kissing the love bites, the marks he’s left on me.

But is there truth in his words? I always thought Gram’s spells and chants were superstitions, her card readings a way for an old woman to make a bit of pocket money from troubled neighbors in need of advice.

I never thought they would actually work. Despite the happiness I’ve felt over the last few days, there’s also a feeling of foreboding deep in my stomach.

What if I really did conjure Ronan and he’s under some kind of spell? When the spell breaks, he’ll see me for the chubby, plain trailer park girl that I am.

When the spell breaks, he’ll leave me.

The thought of Ronan leaving makes me shudder. I turn to face him. My arms go around his neck, clinging to him. His eyes meet mine, and he must see something of my fear in them.

“What’s the matter, angel?”

His thumb rubs under my chin. It’s such an intimate gesture. I’ve only known this man for a little over a week, yet I feel like I know him on a deeper level.

“I think I love you.”

The words slip out unbidden, and I regret them immediately. Ronan stares at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. He opens his mouth to speak, then his eyes shift quickly to something out the window.

“Shit.”

His grip on me loosens, and I turn to see what’s got his attention.

There’s a man striding through the middle of the trailer park. He’s wearing the distinctive jacket of the Underground Crows, the motorcycle club that operates down the Sunset Coast.

The man nods at someone, and Jeremy comes slinking out of the shadows. They converse, as if they’ve spoken before. Then Jeremy lifts his hand and points toward my caravan.

“They’ve found me.”

When I turn to Ronan, his expression is hard, and a bolt of fear goes through my belly. Whatever he was hiding from has caught up with him.

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