22. Ronan
RONAN
“ H ere,” I handed the pictures to Talon.
“He talk?” Talon asked.
I nodded.
“We’ll be making a visit, but for now, just heal. We’ve thrown enough of a detour that it will slow the issue.”
He tossed the photos to me.
“Would have been nice to have been able to be there, but it looks like you guys made sure he paid for his sins.”
I nodded. “You know how Jett gets when he’s hyper-fixated on something. He was angry you got hurt and they threatened Margaux.”
“Talon, here’s some soup.”
I turned toward the door to see Margaux coming in.
It had been four days since Talon had been stabbed, and the stupid bastard just couldn’t take his time.
“Stop pushing yourself. You had a fucking organ removed,” I said. I reached for him, but he was already sitting up on his own, ready for the tray Margaux put over his lap.
“Do you need anything else?”
I watched as she moved around him, fluffing his pillow, holding out a pain pill to him, and handing him a bottle of water.
“I’m good, princess. Maybe just come keep me company?”
His words had me blinking away the trance I’d been in. I didn’t want to actually like her, but watching her care for one of us wounded? She fit. She was never supposed to fit. Margaux had something my father wanted. That was what she was supposed to be for.
But here I was, growing hard because my dick was busy thinking her ass looked temping in the tiny shorts she wore. My brain was telling me she was reliable and loyal, and then the thing in my chest? No. He wasn’t allowed to come play.
“I need to borrow her, Talon. She’ll be back later. Call Knox and Jett to come sit with you.”
Talon pretended to pout but grabbed his phone and did as I said.
“Ronan? What do you?—”
I cut her off with a kiss, thinking if I could just kiss her, I could prove to myself this was some kind of stupid attachment to her little innocent act.
The problem was, that I wanted to deepen the damn kiss.
“Ronan, when you say borrow, do you mean work off some stress outside the gym? Since when did we start lying to each other?” Talon asked before I could stop lying to myself.
“Wait? What?” Margaux had that cute little dazed look she’d had in the shower.
I’d been telling myself that any woman would do, but then why hadn’t I gone and found any woman?
It wasn’t just the way she felt under me, although I couldn’t stop that little movie from playing.
I also couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d looked almost insane the second someone had hurt Talon.
“You know what, Talon, fuck off and heal.”
I grabbed Margaux’s hand and started to pull her. Her bare feet made it far too easy to win.
“Wait, but Talon. He needs me.”
I stopped and turned to her.
“Is he the only man in your life?” I stopped myself and tried to think of a way to reword that.
“Fuck. I mean… no, I mean that. You’re my fiancée, Margaux.
My name is the one that will protect you.
My name will be the one that keeps you from having to marry that fucking limp-dick Carrow. So right now, I need you.”
My heart was fucking racing. Why was I so worked up?
“Princess, I think your fiancée needs some validation. I’ll be right here when you’re done.”
“Validation? What the fuck does that mean?” I asked.
Margaux took a step closer to me, reducing the tension in my grip of her arm.
“Ronan, didn’t you say there was no just you? That you were all a package deal?”
Fuck. She was right. I glanced at her hand and saw red.
“Where the hell is the ring?”
I’d already talked to the others, and they were working on bands that would go around the engagement ring. One for each of them because as much as none of us were talking about feelings, there were. No one minded it. Talon and Jett were already done. Knox was the hold out. Me?
“It’s right here,” she said and reached toward the nightstand next to Talon’s bed.
Fine. She knew where it was. She’d been sleeping in Talon’s room since he got home, and I was done being ignored.
“Talon isn’t the only one here. And that ring tells the world you’re ours. Keep it on.”
I braced for a fight. I knew those words would piss her off just like she’d pissed me off.
“Yours? Really? Why don’t you assholes just tattoo your names on my ass for crap’s sake? This is a mutually beneficial agreement, Ronan. I give you my trust fund, and I get protection. I guess the sex is a nice bonus.”
She looked over at Talon, and he winked. What the hell did that mean?
“You can’t touch him until the doctor clears him. Talon, you better fucking listen. We can’t?—”
She put her finger over my mouth. She had a habit of shutting us up like that was her right.
“Ronan, calm down. Let’s go.”
Why was I being irrational?
I’d never been one to be controlled by emotions. Hell, sex was just a way to blow off steam. So if that’s all this was, being sex-deprived, why hadn’t I just gone and found someone else?
I blindly followed the little tug on my arm. What the hell was wrong with me? It didn’t matter. The second we were in my room, I pressed her against the wall, inhaling her scent like she was the fix I'd needed.
“Ronan, did you miss me?”
There was no humor in her voice, but I didn’t want to answer a serious question.
Instead I kissed her, letting that tell her what I felt because even I didn’t understand; this was all just a transaction.
I unfastened her shorts and shoved at her panties, pushing them down her thighs.
I slipped my hand between her legs and ran a finger through her folds, finding the little bud on my way.
She pushed her hips into my hand. I couldn’t explain why it mattered that she would enjoy this, but it did. I needed her to come all over my hand before I’d sink myself into her sweet pussy.
I stroked her, running my finger along her clit and then down to her core where I slipped two fingers inside her.
“You’re still so fucking tight, little bird.”
She was riding my hand as I stroked her.
Her hands played at the waist of my sweats.
My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head the second her hand slipped below the band and ran the length of my cock.
When she cupped my balls, fuck. I stroked her harder, faster, and was rewarded with the pulse of her core around my fingers and the little cry of my name on her lips.
“Ronan.”
That was it. That’s all I needed.
I removed my hand and gripped her thighs and lifted her.
I claimed her lips as I pressed her hard against the wall, her pussy over the head of my cock.
My balls tightened at the feel of her body heat as I kept her hovering over my more than ready cock.
I couldn’t stop myself and I slid in and pulled her down hard in one single stroke.
I was buried all the way. Fuck. My stomach tightened as I fought my own climax.
I leaned my forehead against hers and realized I wasn’t going to last long.
I slammed into her over and over, taking her the way I needed. I needed to feel her. I needed her to be mine right now. I needed to fuck her out of my system, but with every single thrust it became more and more apparent that wasn’t what was going to happen.
Shit.
I let my body take what it needed from her, turning off my brain and living in this moment. She rose and fell as I pounded into her. She made a guttural moan, and then I felt the way her pussy tightened around my cock.
It was too fucking much.
I slammed into her once, twice, and then I was lost as I spilled inside of her.
“Mine.”
Right now, she was mine. Right now, this was what I needed.
My legs were a bit shaky, and I stepped back a few feet until I sat on the bed, Margaux still seated on my pulsing cock. I kissed her like she was the only thing that could curb my hunger, and maybe she was.
I had my brothers, but she filled some kind of void inside me. I saw the same thing in Jett. Hell, Talon looked at her like he’d fallen for her too, and maybe he had.
My door opened, and I watched Jett creep across the floor. Margaux’s face was currently buried in my shoulder, and I didn’t think she noticed him until he wrapped his arms around her and then me since I was still attached to her.
“I missed you, pretty girl.”
I rolled my eyes.
Jett had no personal boundaries, but I wouldn’t change him for the world.
“Let me go and I’ll move up the bed.”
He smiled even wider as Margaux moaned as I moved her, rubbing her sensitive core with my still hardened cock.
Jett crawled up behind her. The second I was propped up against the headboard, she turned her face to see him. Her breathing was rapid from the way I’d just moved us, but she still accepted the kiss Jett offered.
“Weren’t you with Talon?” I asked, still trying to breathe.
“What? Is Margaux ours? Why can you only have her?”
He slid up behind her.
“Pretty girl, you know what would make this so much easier?”
She barely moaned out an answer.
Her body tensed for a single second and I had a feeling I knew what Jett was doing.
He wouldn’t hurt her, that I knew. Not with the way he looked at her.
I heard him whisper in her ear.
“Letting us both have you at once. We can take you to heaven.”
Jett knew where the lube was in my room. I couldn’t even figure out the last time any of had been with a girl. Too many fucking issues in the last year, too many gold-digging bitches.
I watched Jett put a small amount on his finger and he winked at me.
“Be nice, Jett,” I warned.
He smiled and kissed Margaux before his hand disappeared down her back, and fucking hell.
I moaned as I felt Jett’s finger inside her ass as he stroked her and me through the thin barrier between us.
“See, baby girl? Look how much he likes it too.”
I had no fucking idea whether she was looking at me or not. I was growing harder by the second from the asshole.
“Relax for me, Margaux.”
It was obvious when he slipped in a second finger because the prick wasn’t just sharing the experience with her.
“Jett, be nice to her.”
Her nails were scratching over my back but not in a painful way.
“He is, Ronan. God is he ever.”
Yeah, I was hard as hell again.
“Ronan, you want this too?” she asked me as she kissed my shoulder before nipping at the skin.
“How’s that, pretty girl?” Jett whispered against her ear, and I moaned at the feel of more pressure.
“Can we try? I’ve missed you so much, baby. You’ve been with Talon so much, and I had to sleep alone.”
I couldn’t even scold Jett because right now I wanted him to get what he needed just as much as I needed it.
She sat up on my cock and I had to bite my fucking tongue to stop myself from grabbing her and fucking her. She leaned back to kiss Jett again.
“Show me what it’s like to be yours, Jett. Show me how much Ronan likes it when you fuck me with him still buried inside of me.”
The bed shook as he hopped off, making both Margaux and I moan, and then seconds later, he was naked and back.
Jett pushed her against me, making me lay back a bit, giving him a better angle. It gave me a better view of exactly what he was doing to her.
Her pussy tightened around me the moment he pressed the head of his cock against her tight ass.
“I promise you, pretty girl. We’re going to make you feel so good.”
I was ready to come as I felt him pushing inside of her, stretching her tighter. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and I smiled at Jett.
“I think she likes it.”
She moaned in response, and Jett took that moment to bury himself inside her. She pressed down against him, and I reaped the benefit.
“Oh shit, Jett. God.” Her words were anything but complete thoughts.
He waited another minute as he slipped his hand between me and her and stroked her clit.
Her little cries got louder until she came around my cock again, and this time he started to take her, slowly at first. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and every time he slipped in and out of her ass, he lifted her on and off me.
I held her hips and rocked her pussy against me in rhythm to him.
I don’t know how many more times she came, but her moans and cries were shallow and rapid.
“I think our little fiancée has had her fill, Ronan. Come with me.”
He laughed and quickened his pace, knowing I could feel everything. Knowing I would match his speed, and I did.
I felt him still a moment before I spilled inside her again. He collapsed against her, and I pushed him away just enough that I could shift us so we were all laying down and he could finish coming.
“I’m keeping her,” Jett said.
He pushed his hands between us as he grabbed her breasts, and I chuckled, until I saw him close his eyes, and fuck if he didn’t look peaceful.
“I love our Margaux,” he said.
She moaned and I wondered what she would think, and then she shocked me.
“I think I love you both too.”