Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
I burst into laughter. “Bye, Mom.”
I hang up and place my phone down on the island. Happily, I pick up my fork to dig into my pancakes and sausage. The buttermilk flavor bursts in my mouth, causing me to close my eyes and hum.
“These are so delicious.”
When I open my eyes, he’s still standing beside me, looking at me intently. I put my fork down and fold my arms across my chest. For months, we’ve been in our own little bubble.
He keeps trying to tell me something, but I’ve managed to cut him off whenever he gets that serious look on his face. I don’t want this to change.
I’m happy. I have my book life, my alter ego, and then there is him. Life is good right now. We don’t need to change that.
I think fast before he can say anything to change all of that. Lifting from my seat, I reach across the island for the maple syrup. Once I have it, I place it in front of me and push my plate aside.
Then I retake my seat and pull Ronan’s shirt I have on over my head, tossing it away. A heated look comes to his eyes as he looks my naked body over. Whatever he was going to say is forgotten as he plucks me from my seat and places me on the countertop.
He steps between my legs and cups my face, then takes my lips for a deep kiss. I moan into his mouth and push my hands into the back of his basketball shorts. He sucks on my tongue as I rake my nails over his tight, hard ass.
“Why haven’t ya told yer mother about me?”
I’m caught off guard as his question sinks in. I thought I had distracted him. Slowly, I drag my nails up his back in hopes that I can derail him this time.
“Danny, I asked ya a question,” he says firmly.
“I heard you, but do you really want to talk about my mom?”
I reach for the syrup and begin to pour it over my chest. His nostrils flare and his eyes blaze with passion and desire. I’m not about to tell him my mother wants me to date to find a husband.
Ronan would have me call her back to set up a dinner where he’d likely ask for permission to ask for my hand or some shit. I’m not giving her or this man that kind of encouragement.
When he dips his head and traps my nipple between his lips, I know my distraction has worked. He groans around my flesh in his mouth and reaches between my legs. I begin to whimper and keen as he fingers me while sucking deeply at my hardened peak.
The sound of my wet pussy and his heavy breaths fill the air. The look of lust in his eyes is enough to get me there. I’m right on the edge of an orgasm when he pulls away and stops.
My breasts are heaving and I’m panting for him to continue. Looking me in the eyes, he lifts his drenched fingers to my lips and sticks them into my mouth before he attacks my lips with his once again.
Pulling back slightly, he reaches to pinch my nipple as he bites his lip and groans. Grabbing my breast to squeeze in his hand, he then leans in and presses his forehead to mine.
“Are ya sure ya want to play this game with me, love? Ya should answer my question I asked ya now,” he breathes against my lips.
“What?”
“I’m yer man, Danika. I have been for eight months, nearly a year. Why doesn’t yer ma know about me? Why is she trying to set ya up with other men?”
I reach for his face and tug him to me to capture his lips. He allows the kiss, but it’s hard and demanding. Ronan can be aggressive during sex, but this is a bit different.
He groans into my mouth as he pushes his shorts down. I whimper into his kiss as he taps his length against my weeping pussy. Don’t ask me how he got a condom on so fast or where he got it from.
I’ve become used to him pulling them out of thin air and getting them on in the blink of an eye. We haven’t spoken of not using them since that very first time. I started birth control a few months ago, but I haven’t told him yet—there’s so much more to that conversation I’m not sure we’re ready for.
“Tell me, love. Are we going to do this the easy way or are ya going to make me fuck the answer from yer lips? Yer choice, but ya will answer.”
“I’m not afraid of some dick, baby. Do what you must.”
“As ya wish, smart-ass.”
“Ronan,” I cry out and throw my head back as he thrusts into me.