Page 56 of Running on Empty

Ronan’s words contained so much, a promise that he would remove the obstacles now and any that might crop up in the future, even if he had to use his gun, his knife, to remove them. So when I arched my back slightly, inviting him to do as he asked, I was agreeing to a whole lot more. The flak jacket was pulled off over my head and then my t-shirt was shoved up, my bra cups as well, my nipples pulling tight in the cool air. But more than a kiss pressed to my breastbone, he didn’t do anything to capitalise on the ground given, moving down to unbutton my jeans, his eyes on me the whole time, searching my face, reading my responses until he reached down and worked my jeans down my hips.

“Don’t.” He grunted that as my hand wrapped around his cock, but his eyes fell closed and his breath came hard and fast through his nose. I ignored his protest, stroking the long, hard, thick length of him. “No, Stevie, I’m too fucking close and if I come anywhere, its inside you.” His eyes flicked open again as he stared into mine. “I need you to take my cock, every fucking inch of it and I need to knot you.”

“Yes,” I said, feeling something twist tighter and tighter inside me. “Yes, that—”

“And when you do, I need to sink my fucking fangs into your flesh—”

“Ronan!”

Both our heads jerked backwards to see Jax was halfway out of his passenger side seat, then was sprawled next to us.

“You can’t—”

I slapped a hand across Jax’s mouth, feeling the shape of his jaw, the stubble against my palm, but with it came a blessed silence.

“Youcan’t,” I echoed his words but with quite different intent. “You can’t keep telling me what to do, nor your brother. You can’t try and step in between me and my mate. I choose him.” A sharp sucking in of breath drew my attention back to Ronan and I found him staring down at me wide-eyed. “I choose you. I always will, you know that.” But by his expression Idiscovered he found that hard to believe, a feeling I knew well. “I’ll let you carve your name into my breast if that’s what you need.” I frowned slightly. “Kinda wish you had less letters in your name though.”

“I’ve never wanted my knife in your flesh, ever.” Ronan shot Jax a dark look. “I never want to hurt you beyond this.”

Beyond his bite, that went unspoken, because we didn’t need to articulate it. We just knew. Everything had been leading to this moment, everything.

“The world feels like a fucking mess to me,” Ronan said, staring into my eyes. “Too much and not enough, but not you. Never you. There’s no one else in the world for me, but you, Stevie. You’re the bright star I use to navigate through a whole lot of darkness and now I want to make you mine.”

The wolf and the woman pulled away from Jax and used the grip she had on Ronan’s neck to roll him back down and under us, our now bared thighs sliding over his hips until we felt his hard length nestle within our folds.

“Yes…” I hissed.

“I’m too close for you to touch me. I feel like a fucking keg that’s gonna explode, but you?” Ronan’s hands slid between my legs, issuing a low growl of approval at what he found. “Are so fucking wet.”

“For you,” I corrected, liking the play of his fingers, but wanting something more.

I reached down and gripped his cock by the base, rising up, my head bumping on the ceiling of the car as I rubbed the head of his cock against the place that ached for him.

“Now?” There was something heartbreaking in that comment, all the longing and need that was a twin of my own injected into one word, but all I could do was nod. My body wasn’t quite ready, it usually took some foreplay and more importantly, some stretching, for me to take alpha cock, but as I sank down, the way my body fought to take him seemed good and right.

“Now…” I said, flexing my hips.

“Fuck… Fuck…” Ronan’s hands slapped on my hips as if to stop me from pulling away, but I never, ever would, not after this. I craved that sharp stab of him, opening me up, forcing himself inside, making a space for him inside me, one where we joined.

My hands slid into his and I felt them lock together as I turned to stare at Jax.

“This is happening. Ronan is mine.”

“Fuck yes, I am,” the man himself growled.

“And you can either get the fuck out of the way or—”

I didn’t get to finish that sentence, Jax’s hand snaking out to grab my neck, using it to pull me as close as he could before he slammed his mouth down on mine.

Jax was always the good one, the one with an easy smile and a similar manner. He was the glue between the polar opposites of his two brothers, but right now I felt like I met a different part of him. One who’s fingers bit cruelly into my scalp, who wouldn’t let me pull away for a second as he plundered my mouth. One who kissed my lips until they were swollen and bleeding from a tiny bite mark. One that made me smile when he finally pulled away.

“Fuck…” Ronan growled. “You’re choking my dick, beautiful. Did my brother do something right for once?”

“Maybe.” I shot Jax a challenging look. “We’ll have to see.”

But when my focus returned to Ronan, it felt like it took on quite a different air. His smile faded, all the people we’d been pretending to be shucked off, because when my hips moved, his mouth fell open, his eyes, his expression telling me exactly how he felt. A desire that was a twin of mine, I was willing to bet.

Ronan wasn’t content to just take what I was giving, his hands slapping down on my hips as he thrust up, our bodies slamming together. And each pulse had my clit crushing into his knot, sending explosive waves of pleasure through me. One I couldn’t help but reach for, over and over, our bodies moving as one in a long galloping motion, but while I would never forget the feel of Ronan inside me, it wasn’t enough.

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