Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
L ight the Fire
Dean
“No, that’s all for now. Thanks, Hudson.”
“No problem, boss.”
I turn and head for the elevator up to my suite. I’m stewing about the report Hudson just gave me. He didn’t find that guy from the book signing. I still don’t know what all that was about.
I need to know what that note said. Ronan needs to understand a few things if we’re going to try this out. I don’t need him making this harder for me.
I’m still talking to myself as I get into my suite. Not seeing Ronan, I get even more annoyed. I had hoped he would be here for us to talk.
Not that I know what I want to say. I still don’t know how much I want him to know—if anything beyond knowing what happened earlier wasn’t cool. I’m a straight shooter; lying to a man I’m involved with doesn’t sit well with me. That’s why I don’t get involved.
I move through the suite, heading for the bedroom. I need a shower and a nap. After hours of signing books and smiling, I want some time to decompress.
I step into the bedroom and freeze. There’s a trail of clothes on the floor leading to the bathroom. A large pair of men’s casual dress boots, a pair of jeans, and a white dress shirt.
I move forward and pick up the boots to check the size just because I’m curious. I whistle and pull a face when I read they’re a size thirteen. I place the pair neatly by the door and then go to follow the rest of the trail.
“This man is something else,” I mutter to myself as I pick up his jeans.
That’s when it hits me. He stuffed that note in the back pocket of his jeans. I start to check his pockets for the paper, but I come up empty.
I growl in frustration and toss the pants on the accent chair in the corner of the room. I then turn for his jean jacket and grab it from the floor. I grunt to myself when my hand lands on a crumpled piece of paper. I pull it from the pocket.
A smile comes to my lips. I drop the jacket and smooth the page out on my thigh. I bare my teeth as I read the first few lines.
I think you have forgotten I know who you are, my friend. Our deal isn’t over. If you want to keep your worlds separate, you will turn the pipeline back on and honor our contracts. I know what you are capable of. Don’t think I haven’t made contingencies for your reaction. If something happens to me or my family, you will be exposed. You and the other three horsemen. Call me NOW.
“That fucking Bujar,” I snarl.
I ball the note in my hand and toss it into the trash. I’m going to fuck some shit up when I get back to New York. No one threatens me to do shit.
I snatch up the jacket from where I dropped it and place it with his jeans. I turn back and move to his dress shirt. Cursing under my breath, I grab the shirt from the floor.
I need to calm down before he gets out of the shower. I don’t want him to see this side of me just yet. I take a calming breath, but that does nothing. I bring the shirt to my nose and try again. That seems to help. I have no doubt it belongs to Ronan.
It smells just like him. I close my eyes and inhale deeply once again, a smile slowly coming to my lips. God, he smells delicious. Pulling the shirt from my nose, I open my eyes.
A gasp floats from my mouth. Is that blood? My anger surges back through me.
I rush to the bathroom where the shower is running. If he’s hurt, I’m fucking someone up. I’m thinking of all the twisted shit I’m going to do to Bujar and whoever he dared to send to spill Ronan’s blood when I stop dead in my tracks.
Oh. My. God.
Lord, what in the world am I supposed to do with all that? Is that a dick or a fucking anaconda? The man has a baseball bat between his legs.
That shit is soft? What the fuck? Now I get it.
Jealousy and anger rush through me as I think of the conversation I overheard at the wedding. No wonder those bitches were drooling. He’s slinging that type of shit around.
I want to toss all their asses down a well and throw a match into it. I can’t manage to pull my eyes away from him. He has his head thrown back as the water cascades down his face and body. That body.
The man is built solid. His abs are chiseled, his arms are ripped and his thighs … Lord have mercy. He can’t be real. I have to be dreaming.
I shake off my shock and look him over to see if he’s bleeding. I don’t find any wounds, just perfection. As if he knows I’m examining him, he drops his head and turns around.
I now have a full view of his back. I still don’t see any wounds, but he has a nice ass. I do note his knuckles are raw.
What the fuck happened? I still have his shirt clutched in my hand as I stare at him with my brows furrowed.
As if feeling my eyes on him, he turns his head slowly and looks over his shoulder. That cocky grin comes to his lips. Without a word, he turns the water off and fully turns to face me.
He’s speechless as he steps out of the glass shower and reaches for a towel. Locking eyes with me, he places the towel around his waist super slow as if waiting for me to take him in fully. I glance down at his growing erection and bite my lip.
Hot damn. I want to see what that thing looks like once fully awake. I snap my eyes back up to his and push aside my dirty thoughts.
“What happened?” I ask as I hold up his shirt with the blood on it.
“Nothing ya need to be concerned with.”
“Ronan, we need to talk.”
“About how you left without a word? A deal is a deal. I held up my end. Ya walked out on yers.”
I roll my eyes. “My leaving had nothing to do with our deal. I had business I needed to return home for.”
“Now I’m here. If ya didn’t leave because of me then we should be able to seal the deal,” he says as he moves forward and crowds my space.
I tilt my head back to look up at him. He reaches to palm the back of my head and leans in, stopping just before our lips meet. I should step back.
He’s stepping into danger getting into my life. He doesn’t know the real me. I’m not some innocent author.
I’ve toe-tagged people for fun. My uncle used to tell me I took too much joy in the things he taught me. I never thought anything of it because he would say it with a smile.
“I’m not who you think I am. This isn’t a good idea. I’m not right for you.”
He locks eyes with me and stares into my soul. I lick my lips and try to calm my racing heart. There’s a new intensity and determination in his gaze.
I get lost as he bounces his eyes over my face, searching. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but I’m terrified of all that he might find. I’ve never feared someone figuring me out so much before.
He nods to himself as if he has found exactly what he’s searching for. “Aye, ya are. I know that for a fact now. C’mere, love. I want ya.”
With that, he crushes his lips to mine. How could I have forgotten how intoxicating this man’s kisses are? I melt right into him.
He’s kissing me possessively. I should have heeded his warnings. I never thought he would learn my name, so I’ve been thinking that I’d be safe.
Now … fuck it. I want him too. No one’s bursting in here to come for me tonight. If they tried, it would be the last thing they did. I want this man and I’m going to have him.
I’ll tell him as much as I can in the morning. For now, I give as much as I’m getting. I drop his shirt and reach to cling to the top of his damp hair and hold on tight.
In the next motion, he lifts me onto his waist. He groans into my mouth as he deepens the kiss. Nothing has felt this right in years.
I’m so lost in the kiss; I barely register the fact that we’re moving. He carries me from the bathroom to the foot of the bed and allows me to slide down his front.
He’s rock hard now. Reaching for his towel, I pull it from his waist and drop it to the floor. He reaches for my top and pulls it over my head, dropping it on top of the towel.
The heat in his eyes as he looks down at me feels like it’s torching me from within. He reaches around me to release my bra. My breasts bounce free as my nipples point right at him.
He glances down and his nostrils flare as he licks his lips. I have on too much clothing. I need to be naked with him.
I unzip my jeans and go to push them down. Ronan stops me and kneels in front of me. He pulls my shoes from my feet one by one. Then he hooks his long fingers into my jeans and panties and pulls them down from my waist.
He wiggles the fabric down over my hips until my curves pop free from the confines. His gaze becomes more heated than before—if that’s even possible.
The hungry look on his face has me dripping wet and he hasn’t touched me yet. I purse my lips and swallow hard. I’m not going to lie to myself.
I fear this man. Not a life-or-death fear. I fear for my heart and mind. This man is about to fuck me up for life.
As he runs the back of his fingers over my hips while looking up into my eyes, I know I’m right. I thought he planned to tackle my ass and fuck me senseless. This right here feels too intimate.
I feel cherished and wanted on a level I’m not ready for. As he glides his fingertips back up my legs, brushing gently up my inner thighs, a silent conversation takes place. This big, strong man is on his knees in front of me, looking like he’s in awe of me and that’s exactly what I feel for him.
Leaning in, he places soft kisses against my skin. Taking his time with each kiss, he lets his tongue peek out to tease my skin. I shiver from his touch, each caress calling for my essence to drip down my inner thighs.
“Ya have such smooth, soft skin. Are ya ready for me to devour this fat, pretty pussy? I want ya nice and wet for me.”
I nod like a dummy. It’s all I can do to keep from embarrassing myself. In reality, all I want is to toss my legs over his shoulders and feed myself to him.
Calm down, Danny. You’ve had dick before. He’s just like any other man.
That thought goes out the window as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and dives into my waiting center. In the next motion, he stands with me in his arms and turns for the bed to place me on it. He doesn’t pause in his task for even a second.
He continues to eat my pussy as I float through the air while he’s still latched onto me as I hit the mattress with a light gasp. I smile and moan as the word show-off echoes in my head.
I arch my back up off the bed and clench the sheets at my sides. His mouth is straight magic. Definitely some grown-man shit.
He eats pussy like he’s savoring the flavor. Not an inch to be missed or forgotten. What he doesn’t reach with his mouth, he caresses with his big hands.
The more I pant, the deeper he goes. When he starts fucking me with his fingers and tongue, I begin to see stars. Each stroke is done with intention. I’m so wet, my juices are rolling into my ass.
“Ronan, oh shit. Yes. Don’t stop. That shit feels so good, baby.”
“Aye, tell me what ya want, love. Let me know what ya need. Don’t be shy with me. I want all yer pleasure.”
I bite my lip as my body begins to quake. He would think I’m coming off shy. I hate loud for nothing bitches when it comes to sex. I’m not about to falsely boost anyone’s ego. My man needs to earn every sound that comes out of my mouth.
Sex can be just as good without all the nonsense. If I’m screaming, you better be fucking the shit out of me. As if knowing this and accepting the challenge, Ronan continues to feast on me, but with a renewed sense of vigor.
My heart is pounding so hard, I think he’s about to give me a heart attack. He reaches for my breasts and begins to pinch my nipples. I’m a writhing mess at this point.
“Ronan,” I groan.
He lifts his head and looks me in the eyes as he licks his lips. I sit speechless. He grins and dips his head to start a trail of kisses across my hips before moving to circle my belly button with his tongue.
I throw my head back and look up at the ceiling as he pushes his thumb into my pussy and slowly works it in and out. Moving lower, he latches his mouth onto my inner thigh and sucks the skin between his lips.
Releasing my skin, he then returns to devouring my sensitive pussy. I begin to crab crawl up the bed to try to get away from him. He chuckles darkly and follows, not allowing me to escape.
I keep going until the headboard lets me know I have nowhere else to go. Ronan begins to stalk his way up my trembling body. He takes my lips in a deep kiss, allowing me to taste myself on his lips and tongue.
I moan into his mouth and reach to cling to his hair. He growls into the kiss, and it vibrates through my entire body, causing my pussy to pulse with need. I’ll admit it.
I don’t want this man; I need him. I need everything I feel he’s about to give me. For tonight, I want to hand over this power and control I’ve been holding onto so tightly.
Giving myself over to him feels like what I need before I snap entirely. I’m not going to lie to myself. I know I’m living a double life. I know I’m not normal and I doubt I ever will be.
That doesn’t mean I don’t crave the normalcy I’ll never be able to have. As hard as it is for me to trust, to allow any man to do for me, I want this man to do this for me. I want him to give me what I crave deep down in my soul.
“Ronan, please,” I gasp when he breaks the kiss.
He goes from hovering over me to lying on his back. I take the opportunity to admire his sexy body. He’s at full mast now, causing my mouth to water.
I go to get a closer look and take him in my mouth, but he reaches for me and pulls me to straddle his hips. I don’t sink down on him even though he’s pulsing between my ass cheeks. Instead, I lean in to kiss him again.
He returns the kiss with so much passion, I’m near dizzy when he breaks it. He reaches over to the nightstand for something and that’s when I notice the box of condoms. I sit up and look down at him with a lifted brow.
“You’re quite the confident one, aren’t you?”
“Aye, I came to claim what’s mine. I wasn’t taking any chances. If ya don’t want to use them, I can show ya my latest results. I just had a physical.”
“Is that so?”
“Aye, it is.”
I don’t miss that he rips a condom open while he answers. I guess his patience is as spent as mine. Once he gets it on, I lift and hover over the tip.
He sits up and palms the back of my head with one hand as he places the other arm around my waist. Slowly, he guides me down onto his shaft. Before I can throw my head back and cry out, he captures my lips and kisses me senseless as he groans into my mouth.
He’s so fucking thick. I have never been stretched like this. Tears come to my eyes, and I almost tell him I’ve had enough. However, he releases my lips and wraps his arms around me.
He holds me tight as he guides me slowly up and down. I bite my lip and relax into his embrace. He kisses his way from the side of my mouth across my face to my ear.
“Relax, love. Take yer time. Ya will get used to me. Take it an inch at a time.
“Move yer hips however ya feel comfortable. Take as much as ya want, listen to yer body. Breathe, baby. This tight pussy can handle more than ya know.”
I cup his face and look into his eyes. Suddenly, I remember myself and pull it together. I’m no punk.
I’ve ridden a fat dick a time or two before. Not as fat as his, but I’ve done it. I throw my head back and begin to rock my hips.
I start a rocking and rolling combo, causing him to growl. He nips at my chin and palms my ass in his big hands. In no time, I’m bouncing on him like a champ.
“Fuck, aye, love. Just like that. Yer so fucking gorgeous. I knew ya would feel amazing. Ya taste as good as ya look. I can’t wait to eat yer sweet pussy again,” he grunts through his teeth.
I’m so wet right now. The aura between us is insane. The connection is building with each bounce, every stroke.
I start to sink down lower, causing him to tighten his grip on my ass. Damn, this motherfucker is so hard inside me.
“ Fuck ,” I cry out as he starts to rock into me as he uses his hands to grind my hips into him.
He dips his head in and licks from the base of my throat up to my chin, where he bites my skin gently before taking my lips in a searing kiss. I whimper into his mouth as he begins to thrust up into me.
He flips me onto my back and pins my legs out to my sides. The way he looks down at me as he works his body into mine is so intense, I think I might come from the sight alone. Sweat drips down my breasts and a sheen of sweat has begun to cover his face and chest.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he growls.
He throws his head back. My pussy ripples around him and I feel my juices gush. I begin to keen as I claw at his back.
That seems to turn him on, encouraging him to pump harder. My toes curl and I throw my head back into the pillow. He flexes his fingers against his hold on my inner thighs as the sound of my juices and moans fills the air.
He’s pounding into me rhythmically as if there’s music playing in the room. I take back all my shit talking about his age. There are men who fuck to find their own release and then there are men like this.
“Oh, fuck, Ronan. I’m coming,” I scream.
This man has me fucking screaming my head off. My eyes widen in surprise. He gives me a cocky smile as he bites down on his lower lip.
While I’m singing for him like he pays the rent and keeps my belly full, he’s deep diving in my guts, like he’s going to unearth the world’s most wanted treasure. It would be one thing if he was just tearing my pussy up, but the man looks sexy as fuck while he’s owning every inch of my body.
“Fuck, Ronan. Holy shit. Yes, yes, yes.”
“You’re mine. This pussy belongs to me, Danny,” he bites out.
I don’t know what I love more. Hearing him call me his or the way my nickname rolls off his tongue. I know I should be more concerned with how he learned the name, but right now he could call me Otis and I wouldn’t care as long as he doesn’t stop fucking me.
He shifts to his knees, giving me a small reprieve as he’s not as deep from this position. Not that it’s much, as he keeps thrusting into my wet walls. He reaches for my ankle and pulls my foot to his mouth.
As he looks into my eyes, he sucks my toes between his lips. While my toes are still in his mouth, he stares down at me as he strokes into me.
As the thought crosses my mind that the chick screaming needs to shut the fuck up so I can enjoy this dick in peace, I realize it’s me. I’m that chick.
It’s so good I’m losing my damn mind. Ronan doesn’t just fuck, he consumes. I should’ve kept my distance.
Now I’m ready for my next hit and he’s still inside of me, wrecking me for life stroke after stroke. His big body looks like it was made to connect with mine. He shifts his angle just a bit and begins tapping at my G-spot.
“Oh my God. This shit is insane. You have to be fucking kidding me,” I breathe. “Un-fucking-real.”
“Ach, I promise ya it’s real. Keep coming for me just like that, love. Yer gorgeous when ya come.
“Ya think ya can handle a bit more? I can go all night,” he says with a cocky glint in his eyes.
Oh, he has me fucked up. I shake off the shock of him fucking my brains out and make good on my promise. I pull my foot from his mouth and pull both my legs behind my head.
His eyes roll back in his head as I begin to tighten my walls around him. I know I have him when he reaches for the headboard and groans as he pumps his hips.
His eyes widen when I begin to throw it at him from my pretzel position. Reaching to cup the back of my head, he then crushes his lips to mine in a hard kiss. Our tongues twist and tangle as we fight for dominance.
I give up on a whimper as he begins to roll his hips and take charge of everything. His touch, his kiss, the feel of him inside of me—it’s all so overwhelming.
“Ya were made for me, Danika. I’m not going to let ya go easily,” he pants into my ear.
He says that now. I wonder if he’ll feel the same once he knows everything there is to know about me. I want to keep him, but I don’t think I can.
What do I do now, Uncle Freddie? What if he can’t take the truth? This is why I don’t bother.