Chapter 22 Ronan #2
My vision whited out as shocks of pleasure raced up my spine. My hole clamped down around him, pulling moan after moan from his lips.
“Jesus, fuck, you’re going to strangle my dick,” he grunted. His thrusts continued, making me convulse with each touch to my prostate.
“You want my cum, doll? You want me to breed you? Make your hole all sloppy?”
“Yes—ahh, please! Please, I need it! Need it—”
Beads of sweat dripped down his flushed face as he bent down to capture my lips. His tongue fucked into my mouth, leaving no question as to who was in charge.
With a full-body shiver, Wes moaned loudly into my mouth as his cock twitched and erupted within my channel.
Wes collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. I was too fucked-out to say anything.
After about a minute of us both trying to catch our breath, he slid down my body.
I assumed he was going to start to clean us up, but no.
His thumbs pulled at the sides of my hole, spreading it wide open as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks.
My eyes had fluttered shut, but sprang open when a thick, wet tongue lapped at my crease.
“W-what—”
He murmured, his voice tickling my sensitive rim, “Shh, babydoll. Gonna get you all clean.”
I whimpered as he latched onto my hole and began to suck his cum out. His tongue stiffened to enter me, licking his way up and down my inner walls.
My hands shot down to his head, just scratching and kneading his scalp as he passionately ate me out. To my shock, my core heated and my dick began to fill. I rocked my ass against his face, drawing a throaty moan out of him.
“So close,” I gasped, feeling the heat of another orgasm rising. “Oh fuck, fuck, Wes.”
He growled, thrusting his tongue in and out of me. My thighs trembled and closed around his head. My eyes clamped shut, and then I was coming.
Thin white stripes spurted from my cock, splattering onto my belly. My thighs tightened around him as I shook through several aftershocks. When it was finally over, my legs fell to the mattress, and I lazily gazed down.
Wes looked pleased, licking his lips. “So fucking sweet. I’m gonna need to taste that hole at least once a day from now.”
I giggled sleepily, exhausted from two consecutive orgasms. “Anything you want.”
“You shouldn’t give me that much power,” he chuckled, his voice rough.
I smiled as I closed my eyes, ready for a nap. “I trust you.”
* * *
By the tenth day, I could move without feeling like my ribcage was splitting open. The wound still burned if I twisted wrong, but it was a manageable pain. I wasn’t helpless anymore, and the longer Wes treated me like I was, the more restless I got.
One afternoon, after he’d finished another round of checking my stitches and muttering about infection risk, I caught his wrist before he could pull away.
“Wes,” I said quietly, meeting his good eye. “I need to see him.”
He froze, the pulse in his wrist jumping under my fingers. “Ro…”
“I’m not asking,” I said. “I’m telling you that I’m going. Today.”
He exhaled through his nose. “You’re not ready.”
“I am.”
“What if you get hurt?”
“I won’t,” I shot back, forcing a faint grin that didn’t quite reach my eyes.
His jaw tightened. I let go of his wrist, but didn’t look away.
Wes rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, silent for a long moment. “You shouldn’t even be thinking about this yet. You should wait until you’ve healed.”
“I’m healed enough,” I said. “And I’ll let you continue your mother hen act when we’re back from dealing with him. You can dote on me to your heart’s content.”
“You’re sure this is what you want? You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.”
I nodded once. “I’m more than sure, Wes. I get that you’re worried about me, and that’s sweet—it really is. But this is something I need to do.”
He sighed, understanding that I wouldn’t be persuaded into putting it off any longer. “He’s still at the twins’ place.”
“The ones with the kidnapping hobby?”
A faint smirk. “I think you’ll get along with them.”
“I should make them call me Uncle,” I declared with a smirk.
Wes’s lips twitched, but it didn’t quite become a smile.
I would’ve never guessed when we first met that he was such a worrywart.
“They’ve kept him in the basement. He’s alive.
I can’t promise he’s in one piece. They’ve been waiting on me to tell them what you wanted done, but they really fucking hate waiting. ”
“Well, tell them they don’t have to wait anymore. Let’s go after lunch.”
He looked like he wanted to argue again, but something in my face must’ve stopped him. “Okay, doll. I know I can’t keep you here forever.”
“I don’t know, your nephews would probably disagree with that statement,” I joked, finally getting a full smile from him as he laughed.
He shook his head and leaned over me, brushing his thumb along the edge of the gauze on my chest. “I just want to keep you safe. You know that, right?”
“I know. But I don’t need to be coddled, old man.”
He chuckled as he straightened. “Old man, huh? Don’t think an old man would be able to fuck you into the mattress as hard as you like,” he flirted.
“Maybe you just take a lot of Viagra?”
“I think I need to shut you up for a bit,” he said lowly, his eyes darkening.
“But lunch—”
He rose onto his knees and began unbuttoning his jeans. My stomach tightened with heat at the sight.
“Oh, I’ll feed you, babydoll. Just lie back and let me fuck that bratty little mouth.”
I whimpered, “Yes, sir.”
* * *
By the time we got in the car, the afternoon had settled into that strange half-light—gray clouds bruising the edges of the sky, the kind that made everything feel heavier.
Wes drove in comfortable silence, one hand on the wheel, the other draped loosely over the gearshift, wrist still healing.
I watched his knuckles flex with every turn.
God, what I would do to have those powerful hands around my neck…
I shifted in the passenger seat. Wes had really turned me into a slut for him.
After the rough throat-fucking he’d given me, he’d given me a toe-curling orgasm in the form of a prostate massage, but I was learning one orgasm a day was much too little. Maybe I could get him to fuck me after we were done with this.
The twins lived on the outskirts of the city—technically just outside the limits, tucked away in the type of seclusion only people with money could afford. The house itself was fucking huge—a modern mansion, really.
When Wes parked, I caught sight of one of them on the porch, although I couldn’t tell which one it was. Whoever it was watched us with bored interest.
Wes must’ve noticed me looking. “That’s Hudson. I wouldn’t bother with trying to tell them apart if I were you. They act as a unit. There’s not much individuality between them, honestly. I’m still not fully convinced that they don’t have some kind of twin telepathy or something.”
“Noted,” I exhaled.
We got out. My legs ached from disuse, my chest tugged with each breath, but I didn’t let it show. Wes hovered, ready to steady me if I stumbled. I pretended not to notice.
Hudson grinned as we approached. “Well, well. The infamous Ro.”
“Infamous? I’m flattered,” I said dryly.
“You must be worth quite a lot for what we had to deal with.”
“Yeah,” I answered, not letting him play with my emotions. “And thank you, by the way. For helping with the warehouses and everything.”
He grunted and looked me up and down. “You don’t look like someone who got shot ten days ago.”
“I’m a quick healer,” I replied.
“Maybe you’d like to invite us inside?” Wes said, muttering under his breath about how he raised them with manners.
The front door then opened, drawing our attention to the short, brown-haired man in the doorway.
Unlike Hudson, he gave me what felt like a genuine smile and held the door open for us three to pile in.
“Hi,” he said, looking up at me with soft brown eyes behind glasses. “I’m Oliver.”
Huh, he was kinda adorable?
“Ro,” I answered. “You’re the one with the twins?”
He nodded, the movement bouncing some of the curls on his head. “Yep. I’m their husband. Sorta a househusband? It’s nice to meet you. You’re so beautiful.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness. “Thank you. Do you help the twins with their work at all?”
He gave a startled laugh. “Oh, no. No, I’m definitely not built for that.”
“Come on, pet,” Hudson called, his voice pulling us out of the little bubble we’d been in. I was surprised to see him and Wes down the hall, clearly waiting for us.
“Coming, Master!”
That was… Nope, not going to kink-shame.
He walked beside me as we followed Hudson and Wes through the hall, his steps light, his expression curious but kind as he snuck glances at me. The sunlight from the tall windows caught in his hair, and I found myself thinking—he’d make a good friend.
Someone who wasn’t in our world.
Someone without blood under his nails.
Someone I could sit beside in a movie theater, sharing popcorn with.
The thought felt foreign, but nice. Really nice.
We reached a heavy, reinforced door at the end of the hall. Hudson typed in a code, the lock clicking open. Oliver stopped short just before the threshold.
“I’m not going down with you guys,” he said. “It’s sometimes a bit too much for me.”
Wes glanced back at him. “Smart boy.”
Oliver swallowed and gave Wes a faint, nervous smile. “I don’t think we’ve officially met yet. Thank you for everything you’ve done for my husbands. You’re a good man.”
Wes looked a bit taken aback for a second, like he didn’t understand what he was being thanked for, then melted at the sentiment. “Thank you, Oliver. I’ve never actually been thanked for that before. I’m sure they put you through a lot.”
Oliver’s mouth quirked. “Yeah, but I love them.” His gaze shifted to me. “Good luck, by the way. I’ve been down a few times this week and… um, well, he’s an awful person. Like, probably the worst out of the ones I’ve met.”
“Yeah,” I said quietly.