Chapter 6
They lay naked in bed together, barely had he given her a break from his need.
Ronan wasn’t appeased, not by any means, but the beast in him demanding he take her over and over until she knew she was his had been soothed enough to back off.
Her full breast flattened against his chest, her thick thigh draped over his leg, keeping her open to his hard cock happily nestled against her pussy.
Their skin, still sticky with their combined releases. After they came the last time, both had fallen asleep and he woke first, readjusted her to how she lay now and held her. Allowing her calming presence to soothe the restlessness within.
Her chest rose and fell with hypnotic rhythm and he knew if he allowed it, he would follow her back into the land of slumber.
He didn’t. Ronan wanted to feel whatever it was she gave him and didn’t want to miss a second of being with her. She was it for him. She may have thought he was kidding but he wasn’t.
“You’re my woman, angel. Now until the end of our time here on this earth.”
The words were soft but no less determined than had he been speaking at a normal decibel.
She moaned and shifted against him, dragging her pussy along his shaft. He ground his jaw, determined to let her get a bit more sleep.
From the sounds of the weather out there, no one was going anywhere right now anyway. Which was fantastic, he had a feeling this woman would walk away because she didn’t believe him about the depth of what they had.
“You’re thinking awfully hard.” She smoothed a hand over his chest. “Everything okay?”
The light was off in the room and the heavy curtains pulled over the window to help combat the cold outdoors. The heater was working hard to keep up with everything and they had piled under the blankets after sex. He pulled back enough to brush his lips over her forehead.
“Why wouldn’t I be, angel? I have you in my arms. Naked. Wet.”
She gave a noncommittal sound in response. Smoothing her hand down his ribs before slipping it around to his back, she pressed a kiss on his pectoral.
“You’re something else, Ronan Milo.”
“How so?” He moved a hand up from the small of her back to settle at the nape of her neck, loving how she willingly allowed him to anchor them together.
“Warrior. Solider. Incredible lover.” She wriggled closer.
“Don’t forget, stubborn, protective, and dominant.”
“Warm, strong, likeable.”
Likeable?
“Why did you stop for me?”
Half of him expected her to pull away and he was ready to refuse her in that decision. However, Vivyan didn’t make the slightest move to do so.
“You’re so warm.”
His lips twitched. He didn’t think it was him who was the furnace between them but if it kept her wanting to stay close, he wasn’t about to correct that assumption on her part.
“Angel.” He flexed his grip on her neck.
“Right. Stopping. Because it was cold as hell out and only going to get worse.”
“I can’t thank you enough for stopping but it was foolish, you could have been injured.”
“I think you’ve thanked me plenty. It will be weeks before I can walk without being sore.”
He smirked.
“And you sound like my dad. He wouldn’t have and if not for my mother’s voice telling me to stop overriding his advice, I wouldn’t have.” She nipped his pectoral and he growled low. “Had it been nicer out, I would have offered to take a look.”
“You’re a mechanic?” What the fuck?
“I worked as a mechanic to put myself through school. Damn good at it if I do say so but it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I love libraries. I love books. I love that it’s a portal to anywhere.”
He smiled at the sound of her joy while speaking on the library.
“You’re incredible, angel. You should have listened to your dad.”
“He’d agree with you. But my mama wasn’t like that, she wanted to believe in the good in the world.”
Palming her ass, he inched her closer to him, heart aching for the pain in her voice.
“When did you lose her?”
“In high school. It’s me and daddy now.”
“And have you told him where you are right now?”
“You mean does he know I picked up a sexy stranger alongside the road who fucked me with no abandon and made me lose track of the number of orgasms?” Her lips curled up. “No. I haven’t told him anything. I sent him a text that I was fine and out of the weather and would call when I had a moment.”
A daddy’s girl. Which meant he had to get on the old man’s good side to have a chance to keep this woman.
His cock throbbed and he didn’t want to think about anything else right then. Not her parents. Not him being back in this town. He rolled them over, settling his larger body on hers, cock notched at the entrance to her pussy.
“You okay, angel?’
She cupped her hands along his jaw and tugged him down to meet her lips. “Fuck me already, Ronan.”
Hooking one arm behind her knee, he spread her wide and pushed home in a single determined stroke.
Back arching as a moan poured free she purred as he began to move. It wasn’t hurried or rushed. Slowly, he stroked deep inside her. Slowly, he took them both to heights he never wanted to lose.
She tangled her fingers in the hair at his neck, nails lightly grazing the skin.
No way in hell was he letting her go. Breaths mingling, he kept them forehead to forehead as he continued his continuous thrusts.
Balls drawing tight as her nails raked a bit harder he nipped her lower lip as he strove to keep the same pace. While he longed nothing more than to lose himself and fill her with his cum, he didn’t want this to end.
“Ronan.”
Her breath feathered over his mouth and he tugged her lip before slanting his mouth over hers completely, needing to have as much of her as he could. She widened her legs, arching her hips into each stroke he delivered.
He reached between them, unerringly locating her clit and rubbing it. Back bowing, she gasped and clenched tight around him. Jaw taut, he growled as he came, filling her with his seed.
Hearts pounding, he fell on her, bracing himself at the last minute on his forearms so he didn’t crush her with his larger body. His semi-hard cock remained deep inside her.
“You okay, angel?”
Her soft smile melted the ice in his chest.
“If I was any better, I think I’d be dead.”
Brushing some of her sweaty hair from her face, his lips quirked up briefly. “I need you alive and breathing, angel.”
She shifted and just like that, semi became fully erect again.
“I want my cum dripping out of you.”
The blunt admission fell from his lips.
She didn’t appear offended or surprised by his statement. In fact, he’d say she was aroused, more than she’d been moments before. Vivyan nibbled her lower lip.
“Yes.”
God, this woman was perfect for him. He pushed up and backed off of her, cock crying as he left the haven of her body. On his heels, he stared down at her, legs spread, pussy open and their combined essence on her thighs and his dick.
Reaching out, he scooped up the mixture and pushed his fingers inside her core, returning his cum where he needed it to stay. In her.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re pregnant with my baby, angel.” Fisting his dick, he pumped it twice before he dragged the head through the liquid on her thighs, tapped the swollen head against her clit bringing forth a throaty gasp before pushing back inside her.
Vivyan opened her mouth but only a groan escaped.
He kissed her as he began fucking her once more.
They woke and he tugged her close to his chest. She didn’t fight to get away, she in fact, snuggled closer as the winds continued to slam against the glass. It wasn’t the warmest room and he didn’t have the heat blasting but he was perfectly content with the woman in his arms.
“You warm enough?”
“I’m perfect.”
Yes, you are.
He trailed his fingers up and down her bare back, keeping her head tucked beneath his chin. This was what he had always yearned for but had believed he didn’t deserve.
“Are you okay? You’re thinking pretty hard there.”
A thread of worry had leeched into her tone and he didn’t like the corresponding unpleasantness in his gut. Even so, her fingers didn’t stop their caressing. And of that, he approved.
“I’m fine, angel.”
She gave a small huff and it was one he didn’t believe was in amusement.
“You don’t have to worry about me being a clinger. I know this is nothing but the moment. Two strangers in the night so to speak.”
“You’re wrong, angel.” He shifted her closer to him. “There’s nothing ‘but the moment’ about us.” Angling his head, he brushed a kiss over her head.
“Something’s wrong.” A sharp breath and she went to move back but he refused that. “You don’t have to tell me. I shouldn’t have pried. We’re all entitled to our secrets and personal thoughts.”
He didn’t want those from her but his past wasn’t anything to be proud of.
Ronan readjusted them and settled her where he wanted her, on top of his body.
Her thighs settled on either side of one of his legs, her core against his cock, her breasts pushing into his chest. He settled his left hand against the small of her back, his fingertips skimming along the top of her ass while his right slipped beneath her free falling hair to caress the nape of her neck.
“I grew up here.” He cleared his throat. “In Sander’s Point.”
Vivyan shifted and he clenched his eyes shut while holding her against his chest. He didn’t want to see any sympathy in her gaze.
She settled and he exhaled slowly.
“The bad boy. Grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Mother was a whore. I was labeled a trouble maker, useless and expected to spend my life in jail. Or die young.” He rubbed up and down her back. “My mother didn’t want me, in fact, she tried to sell me a time or two to get her fix.”
The woman in his arms stiffened before she relaxed. He took it to mean she waited for him to continue. The urge to comfort her rolled over him like a convoy of trucks.
“One night I was with the group I hung out with and we were a few towns over,” he took a deep breath, “I was almost eighteen. We were drunk and driving. I, I was driving and I ran another vehicle off the road. A family on the way home from the hospital with their newborn in the back.”
This time she didn’t stiffen but he knew she listened.
“They were okay, thankfully. However, I was belligerent and with complete disregard of what I’d done.
The judge had served in the military and gave me two choices.
Serve my time behind bars or serve it in the military.
” He flexed his hand on her neck, the simple action grounding him.
“I opted for the military thinking it would be fine, I was tough enough that no one could get to me. Then I met my DI.”
“DI?”
“Drill instructor.”
She spread her fingers against his chest and he swore a small purr rolled up from her throat.
“He rode my ass like it was the second coming. I could do no right in his eyes and he wasn’t shy of making me pay for my insubordination.
” He smiled at the memory of Staff Sergeant Wilkins.
“One day we were out doing a training run over a frozen lake and one of the guys who was a lot like me, hard headed and stubborn as all get out, strayed from the path the DI told us to keep to.”
Ronan held her tighter and nuzzled into her hair, loving the scent of candied grapefruit and cedar that hung to her no matter how often she bathed in the hotel water. Maybe it was her lotion.
“What happened?”
“On second he was there, the next, gone, no trace. The ice he stepped on took him under and in the same second flipped the ice and sealed him back in.” He swallowed.
“We learned how to work as a singular unit that day. I mean, he’d tried to explain it to me before but until then it hadn’t stuck with me.
” Ronan worried his lower lip as he flexed and relaxed his hand once more.
“And you came back now?”
“I did. Came home to tie up some loose ends and move on. Hopefully with this new job.”
She shifted against him and he tightened his grip again. Vivyan didn’t let up this time and rose over him, putting them nose to nose.
“Stop it,” she snapped.
Blinking at the ferocity in her tone it took him a minute to work through it.
“Stop what?”
“Thinking you’re nothing but the same bad boy from before. You’re a military hero.”
“For all you know, angel, I was dishonorably discharged.”
She narrowed her gaze and gnashed her teeth at him. “Don’t diminish what you sacrificed for this country. Not to me. And definitely, not to yourself.”
“You’re something else, angel.” He hid his smile, adoring this side of her, fierce, warrior, defender.
“Protective of those who mean something to me.”
Ronan had no choice. He kissed her.