Willow
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Three Months Later
R onan rocked his hips against me, his cock sliding all the way in. He bottomed out, and a breathy moan left me. His mouth wrapped around my peaked nipple, and he lapped at it before biting down.
Sunlight streamed in through the thin curtains, but they were tightly clamped shut, as they usually were. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, tugging lightly on the strands.
“You can give me another, can’t you, baby?” he murmured, his morning voice vibrating through me.
“You’re such a greedy man.” I laughed. “I’ve already given you four.”
His blue eyes lifted to mine, wicked and full of lust. He grinned before he leaned back, gripping my hips in his hands. Slowly, he dragged out before slamming back in. Sweat glistened over his body, along his forehead, his muscles rippling with every movement.
The headboard banged against the wall, and I rested my hand on his lower stomach. His abs flexed under my touch, his neck straining.
“We have neighbors now,” I reminded him breathlessly.
“I don’t care.” He slammed into me again, harder than before, and a cry tumbled from my lips. Again and again, he fucked into me with slow, brutal thrusts. His thumb found my clit, and he began stroking back and forth. “Come for me, sweetheart. I’m so fucking close.”
He moved faster, harder. “That’s it, baby,” he grunted. “God, I feel you gripping my cock. You’re so fucking tight. So wet. So goddamn perfect.” He cupped my breast with his other hand, gently tugging on my nipple.
He moved his hands behind my knees and pushed them to my chest, hitting a different angle. I cried out, clawing at the sheets as he ground his hips against me. “Right there,” I moaned. “Fuck—Ro, please. Don’t stop. Please ?—”
“God, I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Gonna get you pregnant.”
My toes curled, my thighs trembling. I reached up, gripping his hard bicep, and sank my nails into his skin. The bite of pain spurred him on, and his thrusts turned frantic.
His cock thickened inside me, and my back arched off the bed. My fifth orgasm of the morning ripped through me, my screams echoing off the walls. He moved faster, chasing his own release, before he slammed all the way in and stilled.
His face reddened, and the veins in his neck popped. I tightened around him, milking his cock as he came inside me. Finally, his body relaxed, and he slowly lowered my legs, gently massaging my hips.
“Fuck, I love you,” he panted, pressing his lips to mine before rolling off me. I cuddled into his side as we caught our breath. I knew he’d clean me up in a moment, but right now, I just needed him to hold me.
I trailed my fingers along the hair on his chest, down his stomach. His eyes were closed, letting me touch him any way I wanted—just like always. I didn’t realize how touch-starved I’d been until we were together.
Ronan loved touching me, his hand always on some part of my body, no matter where we were. I loved it. I loved feeling wanted and desired, but his touch also brought a sense of safety and warmth nothing else ever had.
I nestled into the crook of his arm, breathing him in.
It had been three months since I’d last heard from my dad, his wife, or my stepsister. They were giving me the silent treatment, but honestly, it had been a much needed reprieve. I finally felt like I could breathe again, and after my kidnapping, Ronan was adamant about keeping my stress levels low.
Which meant not dealing with my family until I was ready to. And I just wasn’t yet.
It also meant daily trips to the lighthouse, going to The Taphouse twice a week, and going to his mom’s for family dinner every Sunday. Lately, it had just been Ronan, Trinity, Demi, and I since Brynne was visiting her brother in New York. She’d be back for the start of the school year, though. Theo had been strangely radio silent the last few months, only hopping into the group chat when we threatened to do a wellness check on him.
“Are you excited to see the house?” Ronan asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I grinned against his warm skin.
“I think it’s gonna be perfect.”
It was a small two-bedroom rental house, just a few streets from his mom’s place. But the backyard was huge, and it overlooked the beach. We could even see the lighthouse from it, which I was excited about.
But the best thing about finding this place had been meeting our old realtor, Janice. She was kind, and funny, and older than dirt. But she knew things about the lighthouse I’d never heard before.
Over the last two weeks, she’d come into the bakery with piles of documents about the lighthouse. I learned that it was supposed to be protected under some lighthouse preservation foundation, but the foundation had gone under about a decade ago. That was why it was neglected and falling apart.
After I learned that, I looked into what it would take to restore it, and it didn’t seem that overwhelming. It would be a lot of work, and it would take a lot of money, but with Ronan’s help, I knew we could figure something out.
Something hit the bedroom door, and I jolted. Ronan rested his hand on my back as he lifted up on an elbow. “It was just Sailor. He wants to come in here.”
I let out a long breath. I was still jumpy after the break-in and kidnapping. Ronan thought I always would be, but I wanted to work through it. Which was why I had my first therapy appointment next week. Ronan started going a few weeks ago, and his commitment to it made me want to start, too.
He slipped from bed and threw on a pair of boxers as he went to the connected bathroom in the back. Like I knew he would, he cleaned me up with a warm cloth, helped me put my panties and one of his oversized shirts on, then opened the door.
Sailor bolted inside, jumping on the bed. He was much bigger than he’d been as a kitten—obviously—but was just as curious and energetic.
I laughed as he leapt on my chest and stared down at me. Ronan flopped back on the bed beside us and ran his hand over Sailor’s back.
Warmth spread through my chest at the soft look on Ronan’s face.
He was my family—they both were. I’d never felt so loved in my life.
Leaning over, I pressed a kiss to his jaw. He grinned as he kissed me back, letting his lips linger.
“Love you, shortcake,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Love you.”
Sailor’s paw slid between our faces, an annoyed meow leaving him. Ronan rolled his eyes as he went back to petting our spoiled cat.
A loud ding rang through the air, and he groaned as he leaned over to grab a phone from the nightstand. His or mine, I wasn’t sure. We always grabbed the wrong phone.
He unlocked it, his brows pushing together.
“What?” I asked, but he didn’t say anything. “What?”
“Theo.”
My heart dropped. “What about Theo?”
He turned the phone so I could read the text. My brows rose, and a nervous laugh bubbled up.
“He can’t be serious, can he?” I asked, and Ronan shrugged.
“I have no idea.”
I read the text again, my stomach twisting.
THEO:
So, I have some news…
TRIN:
You’re pregnant?!
THEO:
Close…
I’m a dad now…and we’re moving back to Cedar Ridge.
the end