17. ~Ronan~
Chapter 17
~Ronan~
I was agitated as I parked my Bronco and headed into the house. I’d dropped Celine off since she’d ridden with her brother to the fight, and he was staying out later with the guys. Besides, she’d wanted to get home before her parents, who were out for their date night.
The night had been perfect. The fight went better than I’d even expected. Zack’s loss to Baron didn’t even bother me because I knew Baron was their best fighter. The only one with advanced skills of the four of them.
Then seeing my girl afterward and holding her in my arms had been amazing. I’d even gotten the approval of her brother Diego.
On top of all that, Celine admitted she was falling for me.
Tonight had been one of the best nights of my life.
So why was I so fucking annoyed as I made my way through the quiet house to my bedroom ?
My blood was up as always after a fight. I was restless. I stripped down to my briefs, knowing good and well what this was. Sexual frustration.
But I didn’t want just any girl or my hand again. I wanted Celine. Laying on my back, I draped an arm over my eyes and willed my body to calm down, trying to force myself to not think about how insanely beautiful she looked in those jeans and that red top tonight. She’d told me she was wearing my color, the team’s color, and why that had gotten me so ridiculously turned on, I had no idea.
Maybe it was the fact that she was mine, but I didn’t quite have her. She showed every sign of devotion, but she wasn’t in my possession. And I wasn’t in hers.
The strangest stirring had grown day after day since the second I met her, but now I knew what it was. My wolf was pacing inside me, waiting for me to claim her. But I wasn’t an animal, even if one lived inside me. And Celine was . . . so fucking lovely it hurt. She needed patience and a gentle hand.
Suddenly, the back door opened and closed, the lilting sound of feminine laughter filling the house. Then the dark rumble of my uncle’s voice.
I couldn’t make out exactly what he said, but whatever it was only made his lady friend laugh. Then came the unmistakable sound of them kissing and clothes coming off.
His bedroom door shut. The only problem was that his bedroom was right next to mine. We shared a wall, and the walls of this house were pretty damn thin.
“Yes, right there,” she told him .
My uncle’s growl vibrated right though the wall, and then there was a high-pitched moan by the woman.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumbled to myself. But it got worse. More moans and growling before a flopping sound as if they both hit the mattress. Next came the rhythmic thump of his headboard hitting my wall.
Thump, thump, thump was in perfect tempo with her loud, squealing cries, “Yes, yes, yes!”
No fucking way was I staying here for the full show. Hurriedly, I pulled on my jeans, T-shirt, and boots, then got the fuck out of there. I was in my Bronco, windows rolled down, and speeding off within two minutes.
I didn’t know where I was going. I just drove. But it wasn’t long before I realized my mind was on autopilot, going to the only place I wanted to be. Where she was.
The Lower Garden District still buzzed with activity. I passed her aunt’s pub, the Cauldron, which seemed to still be pretty busy. It was right around the corner from Celine’s house. I made the turn onto her street and passed by, noting that her parents and Diego weren’t home yet. I parked a few houses away, then walked down the sidewalk past Celine’s driveway and to the front of the house.
It took me no time at all to climb up the side trellis to the second-floor balcony of the bungalow-style home. I followed her honeyed scent directly to the second window on the right. I knew I’d find her quickly, but I didn’t expect the window to be unlocked.
As soon as I raised the window, Celine popped up in bed. I couldn’t help but grin as she threw off the covers and rushed to the window, where I was already stepping inside. It was one of those older homes with windows that went almost to the ceiling.
“You should keep this locked,” I told her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she whispered, standing in front of me in a blue satin pajama shorts set.
I groaned at how pretty she was. “I couldn’t help it.”
“You’re lucky my parents aren’t home yet,” she snapped back, her hair messy and beautiful.
I crowded her to her bed where she fell back onto the super- plush white comforter—so soft and girly—and then I crawled on top of her. “Yeah, I sure am lucky.”
A tabby cat shot off the bed onto her desk near the door, which was ajar. The cat looked at me with narrow orange eyes and hissed.
“Uh-oh. Your cat doesn’t like me.”
“You disturbed her sleep. She always sleeps in my bed.” “Lucky cat.”
Celine laughed. “Her name is Petunia.”
I chuckled. It was so cute and girly. So Celine. “Come here, Petunia,” I whispered gently. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.”
She hissed again and jumped down, then disappeared into the hallway. Celine stood, closed the door, and locked it. She turned to me with a sexy smile that had me hard as steel.
“Well,” I lamented on a sigh, sprawled on my back, propped up on my elbows, “Petunia doesn’t like me, but I know one pussy who does.”
She smiled wider. “She sure does,” she agreed easily.
“Come here. ”
She crawled on top of me this time, her mouth meeting mine with desperate speed. When she ground down on top of me, I thought I saw stars, her heated arousal scenting the air. I kissed down her throat, sliding the thin strap of her pajama top down her arm. Grabbing her by the waist, I shifted her higher so I could lick and suck her perfect small breast, her nipple a tight bud.
She whimpered, pressing her breast closer so I could suck her good, grinding her pussy on top of the bulge in my jeans.
“Fuck, Celine. I need to taste you.” I groaned at the same time. “Come sit on my face.”
She pushed away and slid down my body on the bed until she was standing on the floor between my legs. When I sat up, my legs still hanging over, feet on the floor. I reached for her, but she batted my hands away.
“No way,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It’s my turn.”
It took me only one second to understand what she meant before she knelt at my feet and starting working on unsnapping my jeans. I was too weak to protest. I hadn’t planned this, not really. Maybe my wolf had been guiding me directly to her when I left my house. All I knew was that I needed to see her, be near her, kiss her, touch her.
I hadn’t planned on fucking her for the first time in her parents’ house, and that was still not on the agenda. But I sure as hell hadn’t planned on her kneeling at my feet, pulling out my cock, and latching those perfect lips around the swollen head.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned as she sucked the tip so perfectly. I reached down and cupped her jaw, sliding my fingers into her loose, wavy hair. “You’re going to kill me with that mouth. ”
She let the head pop from her mouth and gripped my base tighter, pumping slowly. I hissed in a breath.
“That’s not my intention,” she whispered, her voice soft and raspy.
She tilted her head to the side, elongating her neck as she licked me from the base to the tip.
I was so fucking happy I was sitting, because that would’ve buckled my knees if I wasn’t. Then she swallowed me deep, pumping her hand and mouth in the same rhythm.
“Baby, baby,” I rasped, cupping the back of her head lightly, basking in this ecstasy.
I watched her work me, her little whimpers filling the quiet as she tried to take more. I didn’t want to push. I could feel my climax coming already. There was something heady and hypnotic about her striving so hard to give me pleasure.
My past lovers were all takers. But not Celine. She was a giver. She’d already given me her gentle heart, her tender affection, her sweet admiration. Soon, she’d give me her body, and I wouldn’t take it for granted. I’d give her everything right back. Hell, she already owned my soul.
I reached down and cupped her breast still exposed from when I’d lowered her strap.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I mounded her breast, pinching the nipple lightly, which made her moan, her mouth vibrating around my cock. I fisted my other hand lightly in her hair.
“I want you always, Celine.” My voice darkened, roughening with the wolf, though I hadn’t expected him to make himself known right now. “Do you understand? ”
She nodded, hollowing her cheeks before she let me slide from her mouth, still pumping me with her fist.
“You have me,” she promised, and I knew it was true, the reality of my great fortune glittering in her jade-green eyes by the moonlight through the window. Then she deep-throated my cock, and I flinched.
“Goddamn, Celine. I’m going to come down your throat if you don’t stop.”
I gripped her shoulder to push her off, but she batted my arm away with her free hand, then dug her nails into my bare thigh. She stared up at me, sucking hard and fast. She wanted me to come down her throat. My sweet Celine was a sexy-as- fuck witch.
“Oh, fuck, baby.”
I couldn’t help but curl my fingers tighter into her hair, fisting the loose waves as my cock pulsed with release into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned and kept bobbing her head, sucking me all down.
“Yes, just like that. Can’t wait to come inside you like this.”
That seemed to make her moan louder, her own arousal heightened. The fact that she was turned on by getting me off twisted me up inside.
“Come here.” I pulled out of her mouth, scooped her up beneath her arms, and twisted, tossing her onto the bed behind me.
She squealed. “Ronan!”
My jeans were still open and halfway off my ass as I readjusted my dick in my briefs. “Now it’s my turn,” I told her right as there was a slam of a door downstairs .
Celine jolted upright, her eyes wide as we listened.
“Could be Diego,” I told her, sniffing to see if I could identify who’d come home.
But then there was a definite pounding of boots of someone coming up the stairs and drawing closer.
“Mateo!” called a woman’s voice from downstairs. “What is it?”
“Holy shit!” Celine was off the bed and shoving me toward the window. “Get out, get out!”
“It’s your dad?”
“Yes! Omigod! Get out, Ronan.”
“I’m going to have to meet him sometime.”
Her mouth dropped open in complete shock, then she hissed, “Are you insane ? He’ll kill you. Like literally, kill you.” She was at the window, shoving it back up.
I half-heartedly pulled my jeans up my hips, ready to face this mean old bastard even though Celine was having a heart attack.
“Celine!” a deep-barreled man yelled, then pounded on the bedroom door. “Open this door right now!”
“Just a minute, Dad,” she called, her eyes wide as she pulled and shoved me toward the open window.
“All right, all right.” I laughed.
“I can hear that wolf in there, Celine! Open this door .” The word door was drawn out into a guttural growl, and his next words were full of the wolf. “I’ll rip the pup limb from limb.”
“Is he shifting?” I asked, staring at the door as he pounded again, the door cracking beneath his fist .
“Alpha! Stop that right now,” came the woman’s voice, obviously Celine’s mother now in the hallway with him.
“Please, please go. I don’t want him to hurt you.” Celine was near tears now, and I couldn’t have that.
“Don’t worry, baby.” I straddled the windowsill and cupped her by the nape, then pulled her in for a swift kiss, my tongue teasing her lips before I let her go, all while that insane werewolf pounded on her bedroom door and her mother shouted at him. “I’ll be just fine. I’ve got you to live for now,” I teased.
Then the door splintered, and I slipped out onto the balcony, holding my jeans up as I leaped off the second floor to the grass. Zipping up and running at the same time, I heard the old man roaring from her window. Probably too fucking big to get through it without breaking that too.
“Stop, Dad!” Celine yelled.
“You shift back right now, Alpha,” her mother’s voice rang out, “or you’ll be sorry.”
I didn’t bother to wait around to see what happened next. If that werewolf caught me with my pants half down and Celine’s scent all over me, particularly below my waist, his fucking head might explode.
I raced back to my Bronco, hopped in, and drove away. I left my windows down, letting the balmy summer night whirl around me. I tilted my head back against the seat and laughed all the way home.