Chapter 12 #2
Stopping outside the door to one of the rooms, he takes a step back with his hands still on my hips as he looks me over. A lot has changed over the last two years. I’ve allowed my natural hair color to grow out.
My hair is now a few inches past my shoulders, thanks to Reese’s girl, Alee. Today it’s down in loose barrel curls around my face in all its carrot-red glory.
I went with a black tunic dress with slits on both sides, wanting to feel like an attractive grown woman rather than looking like a college teenager with a ponytail and Cheez doodles–stained T-shirt and sweatpants. The way my husband is looking at me makes me feel like I got it right.
I feel desired and less like an author mom covered in dog hair and baby snacks. Since the Alliance has pretty much settled into place, I haven’t been Danika often. That includes her wardrobe.
“I need a good shag, Mrs. McGowan. Let me fuck ya breathless while Danny is distracted from keeping my pants dry as a bone.”
I laugh as his words mirror my thoughts. Before I can say another word, Ronan takes my lips in a passionate kiss.
Locking my hands in his hair, I moan into his mouth. He opens the door at my back and pushes me into the room. Once the door is closed behind us, he lifts me onto his waist while devouring my mouth.
This man’s kisses are still as intoxicating as they were when we first kissed. Our connection is as strong as ever. I didn’t think I could love Ronan any more than I did when I first married him.
Time has flown and the last nine years of our lives have been more than I could have asked for. I love this man with everything that I am. Our son has only made me love him more. Ronan is so sweet with our boy.
He’s a loving father and a great husband. I felt like a queen during my pregnancy. Ronan wouldn’t let me out of his sight once I returned home and I didn’t lift a finger the entire end of my pregnancy.
“This dress has been driving me crazy since ya got ready. If I don’t fuck ya soon, I’m going to explode,” he growls against my lips as he slides his hands over my thighs.
As if on cue, the music from downstairs seems to turn up as “New Flame” begins to bump through the speakers. Cheering can be heard from the backyard, but Ronan ignores all of that as he palms my breast and kisses me with so much passion, my heart races and a pulse starts between my legs.
I whimper as he releases me to slide down his front. Ronan grins back at me as he begins to unbutton his black dress shirt. I guess we were both thinking about our son when we got dressed. Black is the only way to go.
As Ronan’s chest comes into view, I can’t help but bite my lip. At fifty-two, this man is still fit and fine as fuck. Ronan works out as much as I do. We all do, given our line of work.
However, there’s a definition to his body that speaks to his insane dedication to remaining fit and agile. The flex and ripple of his muscles make my mouth water. I go to unfasten my shoes, but he shakes his head at me.
“Leave them. Turn around,” he commands.
I place my foot back on the floor and turn around for him, then look over my shoulder. He comes out of his shoes and socks, then his pants. In all his naked glory, he saunters to me with those powerful-looking thighs on display.
Brushing my hair out of the way, he then unzips my dress. Once I’m standing before him in only my thong and strappy six-inch heels, he runs his hands gently over my back.
“Damn, love. It’s hard to think that if you’re not pregnant by the end of this year, we’re going to stop because of yer age. Forty.” He snorts.
“Ya still look like yer in yer twenties. Look at this sexy body. We still don’t fuck like our age.”
I laugh at his words. “You sure about that? You were complaining about your back last month.”
“Shut yer gob. That had nothing to do with our sex life.”
“Oh really? Prove it,” I purr.
He wraps his hand around my throat and tugs my body back against his. He then pushes my hair out of the way as he plants kisses against my neck. This man is insane for my natural red hair.
As if to prove my point, he fists it in his hand as he drags his other hand down from my neck to my breast. I arch my back to press into him as I feel his hard dick poking into me.
He drags his hand lower as he sucks on my neck. A groan leaves his lips when he finds me wet and ready for him. Tugging my head back, he then captures my lips in a searing kiss.
Moaning, I turn to face him and lock my fingers in his hair. He doesn’t loosen his grasp on my hair. Instead, he tugs my head back more and deepens the kiss. I claw my nails down his back as he devours me.
In the next breath, he pulls away and lifts me by the waist. I yelp as he flips me so that my legs are in the air and my head is facing the floor. Then he buries his face between my legs and begins to feast on me.
Show-off.
“Ronan,” I moan.
I wrap my arms around his thighs and hold on tight. Not to be outdone, I part my lips and aim for his length, then take him into my mouth. Two can play this game.
“Fuck,” he lifts his head to hiss.
However, I don’t pause in my task. I free one arm to be able to use my hand. Ro growls and buries his face back in my core.
I make it as sloppy and nasty as I can with one hand while at this angle. As I feel him swelling in my mouth, he begins to walk over to the bed.
I deep throat him then let him pop from my mouth so I can take in a deep gulp of air. Placing a hand on my back, he holds me to his body as he turns me right side up.
Immediately, I drop to my knees to finish what I started. He drops his head back and places his hands on his hips as he thrusts into my mouth. Ronan brushes my hair out of my face as he looks down at me.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I take him in deep. The ecstasy on his face is priceless. He growls and takes a step back to pull from my mouth.
Reaching under my arms, he lifts me and tosses me onto the bed. Climbing on after me, he pins my legs back and dives in. I cling to his back as he shoves that big, fat, hard dick deep inside me.
My eyes roll back. It takes everything in me not to scream my head off as he fucks me like he’s not going to get a chance to again. He’s so hard inside me.
“God, your dick is insane,” I whimper into his ear.
“Not bad for my age, huh? You feel how hard you make me? With pussy like this, I’ll die in it before I’m too old to fuck you proper.”
“Oh God, yes,” I pant.
“Say my name, Danika. Who fucks you until you can’t think straight, love?”
“You, Ronan. You. It’s always so fucking good.”
He lifts and sits back on his heels as he continues to rock into me. He’s still deep as fuck, but I’m not complaining. When he starts to rub my clit as he hits my G-spot, I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep from screaming for much longer.
I grab the pillow from the bed and cover my face with it. There is no way I’m holding this in. My eyes roll back, and my body starts to quake.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream into the pillow as he begins to swivel his hips, stirring my insides.
Why do I even play with this man? This happens every time. I talk shit and he fucks the shit out of me.
And to think, at the start of the year, it did seem as if Ronan was missing a step in the bedroom. Don’t get me wrong, the man was still dicking me down like nobody’s business, but it wasn’t the same. Not that I wanted to mention it or point it out.
I just started to do a little extra when I wasn’t too exhausted to keep things interesting. I’m going to kick Sim’s ass for telling all the men that ashwagandha would be good for their dick game and vitality.
She didn’t lie. Ronan never has a problem getting hard, but I swear he’s been harder and lasting longer since he started taking those damn gummies.
“Oul my ass,” he chuckles smugly as I squirt all over the place. “Aye, only back hurting when we leave here will be yours after I break it.”
“Ronan,” I drag out in warning.
“I told Cass to find Danny when she finished eating. She was almost done when I handed him to Tasha.”
“Wait, I thought you were just going to the bathroom.”
“Aye, love, but when don’t you sneak away when someone takes our boy and I go to the jacks,” he laughs.
“Oh, shut up and fuck me.”
He continues to laugh as he tosses the pillow aside and kisses me hard. An hour. I’ll make sure we head back down in an hour. I need this. We need this.
“I love you,” Ronan groans in my ear.
“I love you too, babe.”