Chapter 26 Ronan
Ronan
My phone screen mocked me. Conal had left me on read for five days. FIVE FUCKING DAYS! My twin never ignored me. We'd shared our ma's womb, shared everything as children, and as adults, we still shared.
So why was he pissed at me?
I was happy to share Pixie with him, but when I'd mentioned it via text, he'd left me on read.
Fucking asshole. Sure, he might look like me, but everyone knew I was the better-looking twin, and by far the most charming Kelly brother.
When I pulled up at the gate to the estate, tired and grumpy after days of chasing O'Rourkes around Ireland, Ash greeted me with a grin.
"Welcome home. Beers later?"
"Not tonight, I'm fucked, bro." And more importantly, I wanted to see Pixie. "Is Conal home?"
Ash raised an eyebrow at my lack of enthusiasm for beers, and also at my question. "Yeah?"
I nodded and drove through the gate. Ash probably wondered why I hadn't just asked Conal directly, but I refused to admit Conal and I weren't talking.
I'd find the grumpy fucker in the morning and have it out with him. To be honest, I, too, would have an attitude problem if I had to stick my dick in Maeve, so his bad mood was likely linked to extreme sexual frustration. The sooner he ditched that skank, the better.
We'd fought a lot as kids. Over toys, and later girls. A few punches, a bit of blood, and all was right in our world.
This was no different. Conal just needed to get his head around the idea that Pixie girl was our perfect mate.
I grinned as I parked my SUV in the garage.
Eden loved smutty romances. One time I’d picked up a book she'd been reading and flicked through it. There had been a lot of mentions of 'mate' among the prolific sex scenes. If I was a wolf shifter, Pixie would be my fated mate.
I opened Pixie's door to find her room cloaked in shadow. The door swung shut behind me as I blinked, letting my eyes adjust. Her dark hair peeked out from under the comforter. Was she sick? My heart rate spiked alarmingly. Nobody had told me if she was!
"Pixie? Shall I call the doctor?"
"Huh?" She raised her head, voice scratchy from sleep. "Oh, you're back," she observed before curling back under the covers.
I frowned. She seemed flat. Disengaged from life. Had something happened? Had my brother upset her? My hands curled into fists as I imagined breaking his nose for upsetting our girl. We'd definitely be having words soon. Strong words.
"Are you sick, Pixie?" I tried again.
"No. I'm sleeping."
"Um, clearly not if we're having a conversation." I yanked down the comforter, gratified to see she wore nothing but a pair of tiny lace panties.
An outraged shriek, followed by a pillow tossed at my head, told me she was fine. A little depressed, but mostly fine. Nothing I couldn't fix with my cock.
"What are you doing?" she hissed when I pulled her down the mattress by her ankles.
I squinted up at her. "I thought that was obvious?" She smelled divine when I pressed my nose between her thighs and inhaled deeply. Fuck, I’d missed her.
This was the first time I’d ever missed a woman. The first time ever I’d been excited about seeing a woman after time apart. Under Pixie’s careful tutelage, it was clear I’d evolved into a new man. A more enlightened being. One with emotional awareness and empathy.
"Ronan! Stop! That's so gross!" She tried to close her legs, but I was way stronger than her.
"Sorry," I lied, right before I tore her panties off.
"Dammit, Ronan! I have hardly any underwear as it is!"
Her protests soon died when I licked her slit and nibbled her clit, groaning in delight. A delicious shiver tore through her body, and I heard a few breathy moans as I increased the pressure of my tongue and added a finger.
It had been too long, and my cock throbbed painfully in my pants, but this wasn't about me. Whatever the reason for Pixie's low mood - and I strongly suspected my twin had done something shitty to upset her - an orgasm or two was the cure. My cock could wait.
"Oh god!" Pixie arched her back as I worked her like a fine instrument. I slid up her body while continuing to finger-bang her like a pro. When I sucked on a hard nipple, she moaned louder, her fingers clutching my hair. "Fuck!"
Her cunt pulsed around my fingers as she came hard. Once the convulsions wracking her tiny body finally slowed down, I withdrew my fingers, licked them clean, and grinned.
"Feel better, Pixie?" She nodded and then looked down at the bulge straining the front of my jeans.
"What about you?" A pink tongue slid out, moistening her plump lips. My thoughts immediately went to a place where that same tongue licked my cock like an ice cream, but I shoved them down. Now was not the time for a blow job.
I shrugged, quickly adjusting myself to relieve the discomfort in my jeans. "I can wait. It's dinnertime and you need to eat, Pixie. But first, I want to know why you're in bed this early, and who I need to kill for upsetting you."