23. Ryan
A ll is quiet in the condo on Sunday when I wake up, two hours later than I should have.
Ronan went back to his room after a slow and sensual round of sex, very different from the last two times but no less pleasurable.
He still made me orgasm. That’s something I’m going to sorely miss when he’s gone.
I heard nothing from the women Connor brought home. Either he quietly packed them off last night, or they’re all still in bed together. I cringe at the thought of all those limbs and other body parts. It’s not for me.
But maybe it is for Ronan. Had Ronan and I not been doing whatever this is, would he have gone to Connor’s room? What would have gone on in there? I can’t even imagine. It’s a good thing this little fuck-buddy arrangement expires soon, because I doubt I could keep him interested for much longer.
I’m brewing myself a coffee when a door creaks open.
It’s Ronan, staggering from his bedroom, eyes still half closed, buck naked, his dick long and hard with morning need.
I don’t avert my gaze.
With a lazy wave, he disappears into the bathroom, and I go back to fixing myself a coffee, struggling to hide my grin.
A few moments later, he pokes his head out. I can hear the shower running. “Hey.” I love how gravelly his voice is in the morning.
“Hey.”
He crooks a finger, calling me to come. To take a shower with him, I gather.
My stomach tightens in anticipation. But I set my jaw and plaster my face with a mock frown instead.
His brow arches. “Really?”
“I’m busy.” Leaning against the counter with my coffee in hand, I sip away.
A slow, wicked smile curls his lips. He steps out and stalks toward me.
I stand up straight, my eyes flashing to the short hall leading to Connor’s room before turning back to Ronan in all his beautiful nakedness. “What are you doing?” I hiss.
He takes my cup from my grip. “I can’t wait until tonight.
We’re either fucking in the shower, or right here in the kitchen.
You have until I’m finished this coffee to decide where you want me to take you.
” His free hand leisurely strokes over his length as he takes long gulps from my mug, his heated gaze on me.
I swallow. His words, the sight of him … Damn it. There’s no way I’m getting an ounce of schoolwork done with this on my mind. I want to be naked with him. I want him pressed against me, inside me. Right now.
With a shuddering sigh, I stroll toward the bathroom.