Chapter Eight #2
I gave it my all, taking him as deep as I dared and encouraging him to fuck my mouth whilst I stroked my hands all over his gorgeous body. It wasn’t going to take much and when I began to gently tug and roll Ronan’s balls in my hand, I felt him tensing and shuddering.
Ronan just about had the presence of mind to mutter a quick: “I’m coming!” before he jammed his cock into my throat. I felt him throbbing as he released and I swallowed everything he gave me without hesitation. I was still sucking the last of his orgasm from him when I heard him speak.
“J-John-Francis?”
I glanced up at Ronan through my lashes, heart leaping out of my chest at the pink, sweaty mess he’d become. He was gazing down at me, dark eyes intense with emotion.
“I love ya, too.”
God, it was like a bomb had gone off inside of me. Ronan blasted through everything I’d ever thought I’d known about myself. It felt so fucking right, so utterly perfect. It was Ronan. Perhaps it always had been, but now I was certain it always would be. Forever.
Feeling a tug of emotion in my chest that I was completely unprepared for, I sat up and grabbed Ronan’s face, kissing him.
With both of us sated, it allowed for tenderness to creep in and for once I wasn’t trying to fight it.
Our mouths moved softly against one another and when I coaxed Ronan’s mouth open with my tongue, he chuckled quietly.
“What is it, now?” I murmured between kisses.
“Ah, nothin’,” he replied. “Y’taste like cum.”
I couldn’t stop myself from grinning, a soft laugh of my own escaping me. “Aye, that’s ‘cause I just took a mouthful of ya, like.”
“I’d not be complainin’.”
“I’d hope not, now.”
Ronan was sitting in my lap now, straddling my hips with his legs tucked underneath himself.
Being shorter than me, it brought us face to face and when he eased back, just far enough to gaze at me, our eyes locked.
We simply looked at one another for a long moment, Ronan’s fingers stroking my nape.
I groaned, fighting against my eyes fluttering shut as a deep relaxation began to take hold of me.
“That feels nice, like,” I sighed, stifling a yawn.
Ronan smiled at me. “Y’tired?”
“Feckin’ knackered.” I gathered Ronan into my arms as much as I was able to and he allowed me to roll him over until he was laying on his back beneath me once more. I snatched the duvet and dragged it up over the both of us.
“Y’stayin’ here tonight, aye?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t sounding as needy as I felt, though I wasn’t sure how many cards I still had to my chest at this point. Telling someone you loved them tended to show your hand in a big way.
“Aye,” he replied, hiding a yawn of his own behind his fist. “No’ sure how much o’ tonight is left, mind. Gotta be nearly mornin’ already, now.”
“True enough.”
I pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips and rolled over to lay beside him.
We each took a moment to squirm about, getting ourselves comfortable and to my surprise, Ronan tucked his body in behind mine.
I’d never been the ‘little spoon’ before and fuck I think I liked it.
I took his hand as he draped his arm over me and squeezed it, another alarming swell of emotion hitting me.
Fuck, this was wild. I was in really deep.
I hadn’t even been aware that I’d fallen asleep until Ronan woke me, snuggling into my chest. It was bright out, the morning passing us by and yet I couldn’t bring myself to be concerned about it. I lay still, enjoying the weight of Ronan’s head on my chest and I sighed with contentment.
“That was a big sigh, aye?” he mumbled, not as asleep as I’d thought him to be. I simply hummed in agreement. We each took a long moment, just enjoying being here together before Ronan eventually stirred.
“What time is it, like? Feels like I’d only been sleepin’ two minutes. Feckin’ knackered.”
I groaned as I stretched an arm down over the edge of the bed and snatched up my jeans from the night before. My phone slipped from the pocket before I could catch it, landing with a loud thud and I fished around, eventually getting hold of it.
“Just gone eleven,” I said, noticing there was an unread message from Declan. When I opened it, a series of texts revealed themselves.
DECLAN: Grand. I owe ya one.
DECLAN: Ya up and about yet, fella? Got work on today, don’t be forgetting.
DECLAN: Will swing by and grab ya arse up outta bed if I haven’t been hearing from ya by 11.
“Shite!” I sat up, startling Ronan as he slipped off my chest. I ripped the sheets off my legs, hurriedly wrestling with my jeans.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asked, rubbing his fingers into his eyes as he came to.
“I gotta go. Forgot all ‘bout havin’ work on today, like,” I muttered, getting to my feet and fastening up my flies.
“Like, proper work?” Ronan asked, sitting up. The bedsheets fell to his waist, revealing his bare torso and even as I struggled into my clothes, I could hardly keep my eyes off him.
“Aye, landscapin’ gig. Takin’ a tree down f’some old fecker in the town, like.” I bent over and grabbed Ronan’s shirt, lobbing it at him. “An’ f’feck’s sake, put that on. Can’t think straight wi’ ya sat naked in me bed, like.”
Ronan laughed but did as I asked. I turfed his jeans and boxers at him, deliberately turning my back and I dug my work boots out from the bottom of my wardrobe.
A loud hammering came at the door and we both froze. Ronan was up but was just tugging his jeans up over his thighs. A few seconds later, another knock.
“Oi!” Declan shouted. “Get ya feckin’ arse up, now!”
Ronan and I locked eyes. I was relieved to see I wasn’t the only one shot with tension, knowing Declan was just outside. He hastily dragged his shirt over his head.
When Declan banged on the door again, I swallowed before hollering in response. “A’right, I’d be hearin’ ya, like!”
“C’mon, then! We’re late enough, eh?”
Ronan didn’t speak, but caught my eye, silently asking me what I wanted him to do. I jumped up and guided him towards the caravan’s toilet. It had never been used, even in all the years my family had lived here, and I bundled him inside.
“Sorry,” I whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Stay here a minute, aye? I’ll get rid o’ him an’ get on me way. Y’should be good t’ make a move. I’ll leave me key, aye?”
Ronan just nodded, kissing me back and allowing me to shut him inside the tiny cubicle. I sucked in a breath and snatched up my boots before unlocking the door to reveal Declan on the other side. He looked up from smoking a cigarette.
“‘Bout time, like.”
“‘Ey, wind ya neck in,” I snapped, pointing a finger at him as I hopped down from the caravan. “I’d been up all night doin’ ya dirty work, don’t ya forget, now.”
I slammed the door shut behind me, hoping Ronan knew he was safely concealed. I stepped into my boots and bent down to tie the laces.
Declan flicked his cigarette butt away. “I offered ta help ya, like.”
“Aye, an’ get yourself inta more trouble than it’d be worth,” I muttered. “C’mon, let’s get goin’.”
Declan and I climbed into the van. As my mate got himself comfortable, I turned the key in the ignition with my eyes fixed on my caravan.
There were no signs of life inside and for that I was relieved.
I didn’t like rushing off and leaving Ronan like this, but I’d make it up to him later.
It was only as I was reversing the van, did I finally spot a shadowy figure moving on the other side of the lace curtains.
Declan was looking out of the opposite window, and I hastily turned the van away, heading down the gravel driveway for the first day of honest work since landing in Appleby.
It had been inevitable that word of our involvement in wrecking the local pub got around town. It spread like wildfire, even Declan’s Tess accosting us when she heard the news. She’d been less than impressed, that much had been clear but I hadn’t expected a wee buffer to understand.
Declan and I had only been back at the camp for maybe an hour or two when commotion outside caught my eye. As soon as I pushed the door open, I knew there was trouble afoot. A crowd had begun to gather at the gates to the site, with more folks pouring in by the second.
I hopped down from my caravan, barely making it more than a few strides before hearing my name.
“‘Ey! John-Francis!”
I looked over my shoulder, Seamus a short distance behind. He caught up to me, mouth set in a grim line and eyes hardened.
“Y’hear? The filth are outside, now.”
My heart began to pound, palms growing sweaty as adrenaline coursed through me. “About the pub, aye?”
Before Seamus could respond, an old fella and one of the locals stopped beside us.
“Ya fellas seen Declan around, now?” he asked, bushy brows drawn into a scowl.
I shrugged. “Probably at his place, like. What’s the craic?”
“The police a’askin’ f’him.”
My stomach churned. This wasn’t good news.
We’d been cautious about hiding our identities, but that landlord knew Declan’s face after their run in.
He’d undoubtedly assumed Declan had been the one to trash his pub, but for once the buffers were barking up the wrong tree. He’d been nowhere near the place.
I scrubbed a hand over my mouth, watching the old fella marching to Declan’s when my eyes caught sight of Ronan and Darragh. They were already making a beeline for me and Seamus.
“Howsagoin’?” I said in greeting once they were close enough. My heart swelled a little just for seeing Ronan’s lovely wee face, even though it was drawn tight with tension.
“Aye, ‘bout ya,” he muttered. “Y’know what this is, aye?”
“Think we’d been rumbled, fellas?” Darragh asked. Though he was trying hard not to look nervous, I could tell from the way he shifted foot to foot that he was worried.
“Aye, but they got nothin’ on us, like,” I replied with a shrug. “They’d be askin’ after Declan.”