Chapter 13
Ronan
“You don’t have to walk me to my car everytime.”
“Blasphemy.” I shoot back.
“Whatever, Ro.” She rolls her eyes but can’t hide the goofy smile on her face. I love when she uses that nickname. She’s the only one who’s allowed to.
The way she peeks up at me through her lashes pulls me back to the day she gave it to me.
“Maybe we should… take this somewhere more private?” Emalyn asks.
My heart jumps inside my chest.
Fuuuck.
I bit my lip trying to contain my smile.
Be cool. Be cool. Be cool, dammit. My hand fumbles in the front pocket of my jeans for my room key, then the other.
“Ah, got it.” I breathe out. Emalyn giggles when I hold it up, more proud of it than the gold medal I won today.
Her hair is still in its tight bun. She has her competition makeup and outfit still on with track pants pulled over. She gives me a shy smile as I stand there like an idiot, holding the door wide open and staring.
I scoop her up one arm behind her back, the other behind her knees.
My mouth is on hers before the door clicks shut. Instead of lying her on the bed, I carry her to the bathroom, setting her on the counter. She wraps her legs around my lower back, ankles locking together and nestling me into the cradle of her hips.
“Fuck, Emmy.” I groan, pressing forward. I barely manage to remember how to use my voice. “Wait.”
She freezes, eyes flying to mine.
“Nothing. Just wanted to look at you.” I whisper. Making quick work of a few bobby pins, I set them on the counter before tugging the elastic holding her hair back.
She moans as I work my hands through her hair and massage her scalp. Leaning down, I suck gently on the sensitive skin of her neck. Her pulse flutters wildly.
“Ro.” She groans. I hide my smile in the crook of her neck at her new nickname for me. She huffs a sweet laugh, hand coming to the back of my head.
Taking the hint, my lips press to her again. This time though, I take control of the kiss. My hand cups her jaw, angling her the I want before dipping my tongue past her lips. The taste of her explodes in my mouth.
It’s addictive.
My hands fumble with the cold metal zipper at her back, dragging it down.
The outfit is splayed open in the back. I take my time dragging it off one shoulder, then the next, kissing the soft skin as it’s exposed.
When both of her arms are out, I wait patiently holding her gaze as my heart pounds in my chest. Emalyn has nothing but certainty in her eyes as she lets it pool around her waist, exposing her perfect breasts.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips eagerly as my hands cup and squeeze them. I capture her rosy nipple in my mouth, savoring her.
“Ah! Eso se siente increíble.”
Moving to the other side, I do the same thing. I’m not even trying to hide my eagerness as I practically make out with her tits. Then her mouth again. I grip her ass and lift her off the counter. I push her athletic coverups off, leaving her in a nude thong.
“Ro, please.” She whines, pulling my hips forward. Fingernails rake against my sides as she pulls my shirt over my head.
“I wanna take care of you.” I say as I reach in and flick the shower on.
She slides her panties off, giving me a flirty smile as she passes me to get in.
I shove my pants down my hips and kick them the rest of the way off before joining her.
I guide her head back using her soap and conditioners in the correct order.
Her eyes stay on my face as I work. I comb the conditioner through her curls until it’s time to let it sit in her hair.
“How do you know my hair routine?” She asks, fighting a smile. I nudge her toward the shower bench.
“Youtube.” I shrug. “I was curious.”
She opens her mouth to ask another question, but stops short as her breath catches in her throat. I’m on my knees in front of her, pushing hers open.
I don’t mention it’s not the only thing I researched to perfection, just in case.
She leans back, hooded eyes trained on me. I plant a soft kiss on the top of her slit. Her head falls back on a soft exhale.
“Eyes on me, Emmy.”
Her head lifts, surprised brown eyes meeting mine. Her hips buck in the air in anticipation. Instead of putting her legs over my shoulders, I cup the back of her lean thighs in my palms and push them up toward her shoulders.
“I want you to watch while I ruin you.” I say, watching as she melts into a puddle of lust and need. Her eyes stay on me the entire time I eat her like my favorite meal. Fuck, I think she is now.
When I push two fingers into her while giving her clit attention, she cries out.
I curl my fingers, taking the time to find the spot that’s supposed to make it magical for her. At least according to a lot of romance books.
“Ro… I think…”
“It’s okay, Emmy. Relax, baby.” I say against her clit between licks, our gazes locked on each other. “So fucking good.”
The praise sends her over the edge. I feel her clamp down around me. She tries her best to keep her eyes on me but they’re forced closed with the strength of her orgasm. A gush of warmth sprays my chest as I pull my fingers out.
Emalyn gasps in surprise, eyes flying open to watch.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I shove my bowling fingers back into her curling them just so. Emalyn screams out my name in quick succession.
I withdraw my fingers, watching it happen again. Though it wasn’t as strong the second time, I have to grip my dick to keep myself from finishing at the sight of it.
Fuck hockey, I want a gold medal for that.
I gather her up in my arms, taking her place on the bench with her across my lap. Instead of curling into me like I expect, she starts to slide off my lap and onto her knees. The sight of her blinking up at me from between my thighs makes my dick twitch.
“That was… the best I ever had. I want to be the best for you, too.” A sexy grin plays on her lips as she kisses the head of my cock.
It’s the only warning I get before she’s taking me to the back of her throat, causing the most obscene noises.
I watch in awe as she bobs up and down. My fingers brush her curls behind her slender shoulders as they start to fall forward.
Her hand works to pump and twist at the base of my cock, forcing my eyes shut.
She pulls off, throwing my words back at me.
“Eyes on me, Ro. I’m going to ruin you.”
“You already have, Emmy.” My words turn to a groan as she takes my cock in her mouth down to the base.
I’m pretty sure this is physically impossible—she has such a slender neck, how is it fitting?. She slurps as she bobs up and down, keeping me right on the edge. Trying to make it last longer, I think of things to keep my orgasm away but it’s too good. Fuck, what’s my list again?
When her hand slides down to gently tug on my balls, I shoot down her throat. I buckle forward, my hand coming to her shoulder so I don’t tumble straight into my grave.
The love of my life killed me.
And she does it again when she bobs a few more times before pulling off and licking around the head of my cock.
“I’m ruined. I’m ruined. You win.” I groan.
No need to mention she ruined me the day she blinked those pretty brown eyes at me.
The giggle that escapes Emalyn is unlike anything I've heard from her before and the only sound I ever want to hear again. I’d give all my other senses to just hear that on replay.
I pull her into my lap to towel her off as the water from the showerhead pelts softly against the wall. I manage to turn the water off and pull a fluffy robe around her. She keeps her head on my shoulder, fingers tracing the long skinny scar on my collarbone.
I keep her in my arms when I maneuver us under the covers of the queen bed. She curls up like she belongs there. We fit together easily. My hand brushes her curls away from her face, raking gently against her scalp.
“Me has arruinado de la mejor manera posible, Ro.” Emalyn mumbles sleepily.
You’ve ruined me in the best possible way, Ro.
I listen to her breathing even out before whispering my own confession to her.
“Prometo amarte hasta el fin de los tiempos,” I whisper as she sleeps. “Mi corazón siempre será tuyo para que lo conserves o lo rompas.”
I promise to love you until the end of time. My heart will always be yours—to keep or to break.
The room is quiet with my girl in my arms. There’s a lightness in my chest, as everything feels… right.
Her phone vibrates. Once, then twice. I grab it before it can fall off the nightstand, waking Emalyn with the movement. I pass the phone to her.
She frowns down at the screen before sliding her thumb across it to answer.
“?Hola? Oh, yes this is her.” Emalyn frowns at me before putting it on speaker.
“I am Nurse Josie with Downtown Memorial Woods Hospital. Your father, Mr. Espinosa arrived by ambulance. He’s going to need surgery.
” Emalyn’s wide eyes turn to me, full of fear.
I’ve already started gathering clothes. I tug my hoodie over her head and guide her feet into her leggings as she listens in shock.
Whatever happens between us tonight… I’ll hold onto our one almost perfect night.