Chapter 54 Ronan #2
“I can’t lose you, brother.” He continued, “I love you ugly bastards so damn much, you’re the family I chose.
But I can’t lose her either, she’s the best damn thing I never deserved.
I’ll do whatever it takes to convince the two of you to not screw this up for me.
And regardless of what you believe, she is safer with the three of us,” he added, and I scoffed.
“Let’s ask that to the guy who just tossed her out like trash,” I spat back at him, and he raked his hand over his face.
“He lost himself a bit. Sometimes the right thing is the wrong thing, and sometimes the wrong thing feels the best. If she forgives him, that’s enough for me,” Mateo said, making me feel like an even bigger asshole for the beatdown I had given our brother.
I groaned as I let my back fall onto her mattress, running my fingers through my hair and kicking my shoes off.
Kane walked towards the other side of the bed and opened her bedroom window before lighting a joint.
I rolled my eyes but didn’t bother to reprimand him this time. It wouldn’t fucking matter anyway.
He then walked out of the room but returned in less than a minute with my best bottle of scotch in hand. Pulling the cork off with his teeth he spat it out onto the floor, not bothering to pick it up before handing it to me.
“So much for not supporting drinking our feelings?” I egged and he shrugged, sitting on the bed next to me.
“I’d actually call this a celebration.” He smirked, “maybe we put some rules down, some boundaries?” He asked.
“It wouldn’t matter, she would break them all anyway,” I said with a sigh as the liquor worked its way through me.
Kane laughed like he already knew her as well as Santos and me, and for once, it made me smile instead of fume with rage.
Maybe I could get through this with them if I could just stop feeling like I was losing her. Maybe I was gaining something bigger than I’d ever had before. Perhaps I needed to close the circle of our family. Stitch it up so no one else could enter what we had made ours.
Ours.
Ididn’t realize I’d fallen asleep, but I woke up with my throat dry, and Kane curled beside me. I pushed off the bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket to see it was barely one thirty in the morning. I pulled the comforter over Kane and left him in Céci’s bed as I hunted for my girl.
I opened the door to Santos’ room, but it was empty.
Across from his door was the sure bet, but even as I opened Mateo’s door, I was surprised to not find her there either.
Confused, I headed down the hallway to the final option, having a hard time believing I would be seeing her there, but sure enough, miracles existed.
She laid there on my bed, and if I hadn’t seen the kind of violence, she was capable of with my own eyes, I’d say she looked like an angel.
She wasn’t clothed, and I could smell the coconut on her freshly washed hair from the doorway.
The way my sheets tangled around her glowing golden-brown skin made my dick throb and I was desperate to touch her.
I undressed down to my boxers and crawled over her, running my hands over her soft skin to ensure she was really here before I settled next to her. She groaned, a sleepy sound turning in towards me.
“What time is it?” She whispered without opening her eyes.
“Late, why didn’t you come get me?” I asked, wondering why she chose my bed of all places but not me.
“The two of you looked too cute cuddling together. I didn’t want to disturb you,” her hands reached up to palm my chest, and I let out an exhale of relief.
I pulled her over me, so her top half was practically using my chest as a pillow, and I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame.
“Mmmm.” She mumbled again, “I missed this.” She said, finally opening her eyes, those obsidian mirrors reflecting at me, showing me all of my mistakes. “I missed you.”
I could have said a million wrong things at that moment.
I could have let my anger speak for me, I could have told her that missing me was all her fault; this was always here waiting for her if she hadn’t been so goddamn stubborn.
But the past didn’t matter anymore; there was only one way we could make it through this.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I vowed for the second time in our lives. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go.”
She softened into my arms with my promise, and I knew I was risking something I wasn’t sure I could deliver. But for her, I would try.
I would never stop trying.
She smiled at me so big I almost saw her teenage self-looking up at me from the past. My heart tugged something awful, I knew then and there, I wouldn’t just give her the world if she asked.
I’d gladly be the bridge to hell she’d walk upon to keep her feet from blistering once she’d set all of her enemies on fire.
“Kiss me,” she breathed out through her sleepy fog.
“Are you done fighting me?” I asked, wondering where this left us.
“Baby, I’ll never stop fighting you,” she smirked, and I pressed my lips to hers, pulling her in closer until her heart was beating directly above mine.
She was right, because we wouldn’t be us if she weren’t always on my heels, challenging me and fighting me until I became better out of the sheer need to give her more.
“Just as long as you always come back to me,” I said, pulling my head back to look at her.
“Siempre,” she promised, grinding her hips against me, waking up my cock with just the feel of her hot bare pussy over the fabric of my panties.
“I’m gonna fuck you the way I should have when you first walked back into my life,” I said, reaching for her throat and pinning her under me until I was pressed against her again.
She looked up at me through hooded eyelids as she parted her legs and wrapped them around me, and I sank my tongue into her mouth again.
Tasting every bit of the fire that lived inside her as it fought to consume me.
“Does it hurt like this?” I asked, remembering the healing wound on her back, but she shook her head at me.
“It doesn’t matter. I want to feel it all, so long as it’s you dealing it out,” she said, slipping her hand into my boxers and wrapping her fingers around my length.
I groaned out at the feeling of her soft hand as she pulled me out and rubbed her thumb against the head of my cock, spreading the beading precum throughout the tip.
I dropped my head to her chest with a growl as she teased, and I squeezed my hand a bit tighter, cutting off her air while she played with me.
She made a soft sound as I tightened my hold on her, her eyelids fluttering as she gazed up at me with her hand pumping up and down on my cock.
“Flower, you look so beautiful this shade of blue,” I whispered as I lined the tip of my cock to her entrance and only let go of her throat once I’d fully sheathed myself inside her.
She gasped and ground against me again, searching for friction while the proof of her arousal soaked into the sheets beneath us.
Her head thrashed from side to side and I watched my cock drive in and out of her mercilessly.
“Ronan!” She cried and I pulled out and slammed back into her, finding the rhythm I knew would get her turning into a screaming mess in no time.
I found one of her hands under the pillow and laced my fingers through it, gazing deep into her eyes with every thrust. I marveled at how we could find these instances of pure intimacy even in our most carnal moments; it was something I’d only ever been able to do with her.
It was the only time I could ever slow to feel the beating of my own heart.
As if without her, I was only existing, and now I was living again.
A being of flesh and blood that was bound to her soul.
I released her hand and reached down to the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs, swirling her clit with my fingers as I took no mercy in reminding her why we were made for each other.
My other hand raised to her throat again, but I didn’t squeeze; I just left it there, cupping her neck gently as I drove in and out of her.
“Please!” She shouted while I teased her with the promise of what she craved.
“Louder, I want him to know what he needs to live up to. I want them both to know, if they can’t make you scream like this, then they have no right to your bed or your body.” I caressed my thumb against her jugular as I waited.
“Oh God! Please Ronan!” She yelled, and I finally squeezed, cutting off her airway and watching as she struggled to surrender.
She dug her nails into my forearms, and I lifted each one of her ankles to my shoulders before reaching back down to pinch her clit one final time, sending her over the edge with a desperate cry. Her walls spasmed, squeezing my cock like a chokehold that had me spilling my cum deep inside her.
“Mine?” She breathed out like a question, leaning up and dropping her legs to my sides as I claimed her lips again to answer her.
The revelation was sharp, almost painful, but it was true.
She was never mine, but I had always been hers.