Page 67 of Give Me What I Want

I couldn't look at him though, for the second time in my life I couldn’t meet Jordan’s eye, and this time I had a feeling that I would never be able to again. Four years ago I had forced myself to get past what he had done, but I was a new woman now, one with stronger morals and better sense. He had hurtmethis time, and the people I loved. No one did that.

It only took one snarled word from me to send him running. “Go.”

He clambered to his feet and wobbled as he ran down the bus and out the front door.

I had no idea where he went, and I didn’t fucking care.

Right now, all I wanted was for it all to be a dream, one that I’d wake up from at any minute.

Come on, Bea, wake up.

When nothing changed after a few hours, I gave in, opening my eyes, seeing the truth without a haze of anger and hurt. I accepted that this was my reality and that I needed to face it.

“Where is he?” I asked as I grabbed a bottle of water and perched on the edge of Mav’s chair. My eyes stung from the tears that I had let fall, and my head was pounding.

“Which one?” He looked up from his book, then closed it and tugged me onto his lap, wrapping me in his warm, huge arms.

“Either, neither.” I chuckled awkwardly, and Cole smiled at me from the other side of the space. He was halfway through a bar of chocolate and got up to break off a square and push it between my lips. I smiled up at him and thanked him quietly. He sat back down, a smug look on his face, no doubt down to his ability to cheer me up with such a small act.

“Jordan is explaining himself to Garth, who isn’t going to do anything without your go-ahead, but from what Ro told us, and what we relayed to him, he wants Jordan gone,” Mav explained.

I laughed coldly. “So Garth wants me to make that choice? I can’t tell if that’s better or worse than how he usually treats me.” Maybe it was better, if it was due to him respecting me, but chances were it was worse, and he wanted me to play the bad guy.

I wasn’t entirely certain about my choice though, and I needed to talk it over with Mav, Cole, and Ronan. After all, it affected all of us, not just me. It needed to be a group decision. But my head and my heart had quickly come to an agreement, and I had a feeling that, even though it felt wrong after all these years, the guys would agree with the choice that I was leaning towards.

“And Ro?” I asked.

“He was having a shower,” they both said at the same time.

He must have been listening in, because he called out to me less than a heartbeat later. “Queenie, get your ass up here.”

Leaning back in Mav’s lap, I craned my neck, peering down the bus to find Ronan standing in the doorway to the bedroom with a black towel wrapped low around his waist. His expression was unreadable, but his posture was relaxed. I was certain we wouldn’t fight again today, so I pecked Mav on the cheek, blew a kiss to Cole, and then made my way back to the bedroom.

“We all need to talk when I’m done with him,” I said over my shoulder to the other two.

“We’ll be waiting.”

Ronan had already got himself comfy on the bed when I attempted to close the door, forgetting that it was entirely fucked, but I managed to push it into place, then turned to face him.

“What do you want, Ro?” I asked, propping a hand on my hip.

He laid back with his head on my pillow, a dark glint in his eyes as he pushed his damp hair back, hooked his hands behind his head and raised his chin, beckoning me closer. I scowled at him, not wanting to cave so easily to his silent demand, but then he closed his eyes and said, “You have ten seconds to sit your fine ass on my face, Queenie. And I’m not offering any other apology. It’s this or nothing.” Before he sank deeper into my pillow, opened his jaw wide, and held out his tongue.

I only hesitated for two of those ten seconds. Just long enough to cuss myself out for thinking with my cunt. But deep down I knew that I wouldn’t hold anything against him. Ronan was as entitled to his anger earlier on as I was, a simple ‘I’m sorry’ would have been enough on its own, but this—me climbing up onto my bed and straddling his gorgeous face—was so much better. I paused as I reached his chest, then reached out and ran my finger down his tongue, he quickly pulled it back into his mouth and tutted.

“That doesn’t feel or taste like your sweet pussy, and you’re down to your last four seconds.”

His tongue fell back out, and I climbed higher, tugged my panties to one side, and sank down, instantly gasping as he lapped and sucked. I started to grind against his face, and his hands slipped out from under his head, snuck up Mav’s t-shirt, and ripped through the side of my panties. A moment later the other side was torn, and a scrap of lace was being tossed across the room. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I continued to ride Ronan’s tongue.

With my fingers in his hair, nails digging painfully into his scalp. his hands gripped my ass, and he urged me on, letting me take control just as he always did when I was sitting on my throne. His tongue flicked over my clit, then dipped into my pussy, I pushed down hard and ground my ass back until his tongue was back on my clit. He suctioned onto me, and within no time I was screaming my release as I fell backwards, crashing to the bed with a smirk on my lips and a fresh new mood.

“We good?” he asked, licking his lips and side-eyeing me.

“We’re most definitely good, but we have some talking to do now,” I said with a stretch. “So get dressed, and you can do that to me again later. I think I’m gonna need it.”

He chuckled, then rolled, pinning me to the bed as he kissed me. When he came up for air he whispered, “Whatever happens, I’ll stay by your side and support you. You’re my girl, no matter what.”

And I realised, none of it was fake anymore, and it hadn’t been for a damn long time. The only fake in my life now, was Jordan. And if the guys agreed, he wouldn’t be in our lives for much longer.

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