Chapter 12
TWELVE
RONAN
“Hell, what a long night.” I opened Bean’s cage and let him out. I’d worked on songs until five this morning with Drew. But we’d been on a roll and couldn’t stop.
Bean raced toward the doggy door with me chasing him, and then he stopped, panting with his tail wagging.
At least I hadn’t forgotten to shut the doggy door last night. “I know you have to potty.” I slipped the door open, and he bounded through it. What time was it? I glanced at the clock on the stove. Hell, it was two in the afternoon.
Rubbing my eyes, I strode toward my Keurig coffee maker and set a pod in it. If Evan were to stay with me this week, I’d have to adjust my schedule. He was used to being up early and probably went to bed early. I wasn’t sure it would be good for him to upset his schedule for me.
While the coffee maker groaned and dripped into my cup, I fished my phone out of my sweats pocket. A notification from Evan popped up. “Shit.” I’d missed his call last night. I hit the voicemail and set it on speaker.
“Hey, it’s Evan. I’m, uh, back from the celly and wanted to see if we could continue our earlier conversation. But I guess you’re probably working on songs. Anyway, have a good night, and I’ll see you when I get back.”
Warmth swept across my chest. They hadn’t been out very late.
I’d expected him to be out all night. I pulled my coffee from the machine and added creamer as a smile crept across my lips.
It made me happy to know he hadn’t been out too late.
Okay, and to know that he’d thought of me when he returned to his hotel.
Bean jumped through the door and trotted to me.
“Hey, buddy. Let me get you breakfast and then I’ll talk to my…
” My what? Boyfriend? No, we hadn’t reached that level yet.
“My, uh, hockey player.” Setting my phone on the counter, I grabbed his dog food bag from the pantry and poured some into his bowl, which rested at the end of the kitchen island. Now it was time to call Evan.
After padding to my sofa, I dropped into the end of it and called him.
Would he already be on the plane ? The phone rang a few times and picked up with his voicemail.
At the beep, I said, “Hey, I got your message. Sorry, but I was working on music with Drew, like you thought.” I huffed a chuckle.
“I, um, just got up. Text me when you get home, and we’ll work out our plans for tomorrow. Bye now.” I ended the call.
I readied a nice beef stew in a crockpot for Evan the next morning.
I’d gone to bed before midnight and had risen before noon for once.
We’d texted yesterday evening, and he wanted comfort food and then told me to wing it.
Hell, for me, this was comfort food. As I set the crockpot to cook, I ambled around the house, fluffing pillows and picking up empty glasses.
I’d let the house go while I’d worked on songs with Drew, and he was not tidy. As I passed the studio, I peered inside. Hell, I should pick it up too. Multiple notebooks were open on the desk, exposing song lyrics and ideas for melodies. Would I let Evan see it today? My gut stitched. No, too soon.
As I puttered around the studio, Bean padded in and then plopped his ass on the floor. I glanced at him. “What? I have to clean up for our…” Hell, I wanted to say boyfriend again. What was wrong with me? “Hockey player. He’s coming over soon.”
Bean’s stubby tail wagged, wiggling his butt.
I plucked a lowball glass from the desk and sniffed inside it. It still smelled of bourbon. What if Evan became my boyfriend? How would we handle it? I’d have to alert Lily. Eventually, we’d want to be together in public. I sighed. We should probably talk about this.
After closing the door on the studio, I glanced toward the exercise room. Hell, I should probably do the exercises he’d showed me. Then, if he asked, I could tell him I did them.
A few hours later, I checked on the stew. The aroma of it had filled the house, even with the windows open.
The doorbell chimed.
Bean barked and ran toward the door.
“Shit, he’s here.” My pulse rose quickly, and I checked myself in the glass reflection on the microwave, pushing my dark hair off my face. With a deep inhale, I smoothed my black t-shirt over my chest and tucked the front into my jean shorts, cut off mid-thigh.
After reaching the door, I pushed Bean to the side with my foot and swung it open.
Evan stood in the entryway, a wide grin stretching his mouth, in a flower-print shirt and board shorts. “Hi, Ronan.” He stepped inside, dropped his bag on the tile, grabbed my cheeks and then planted a hard kiss on my mouth. “Fuck, I missed you.”
My heart faltered. He missed me? He actually said that?
I gazed deeply into his blue eyes, full of warmth.
“I, uh, I missed you too.” I wasn’t sure I’d ever told someone that before.
“Come in.” I seized his hand, pulled him inside, and shut the door.
Thankfully Bean was not a runner, or we’d be chasing him right now.
“I would have brought more flowers, but I thought you might still have the other ones.” He crouched down and petted Bean on the head. “Hey, buddy. Did you miss me too?” He let out a sharp laugh.
Bean licked his hand.
“Look at how he’s kissing you. He missed you too.” I crossed my arms over my chest, watching the exchange. “I’m making stew for dinner, and I have garlic bread we can dip in it.”
Rising, Evan skimmed his teeth across his lower lip. “Yeah? It smells delicious.” He stepped toward me, his pupils widening. As his chest reached mine, he grabbed my biceps, claimed my mouth in heated kisses, his arms dropping to my ass and pulling our hips together.
As his tongue slipped between my lips, I threw my arms around his waist and walked backward, my cock swelling. I liked where this was going. Through the corner of my eye, I watched Bean twist around and run off toward his room.
“Fuck, I want you. Been waiting for this.” Digging his fingers into my ass, he thrust his hardening cock against mine through our clothes and nibbled on my neck.
“Me, too.” How far would he let me go today? As we reached the center of the main room, he cupped my ass and lifted me.
Winding my legs around his hips, I planted harsh kisses against his mouth, nipping at his lower lip. A ragged groan escaped my throat, and my balls tingled with heat. Would he take me into the kitchen again? I still had lube stashed in the drawer.
He lumbered to the sofa and let me down, falling over me, his legs between mine. “Fuck, did I hurt you?” He grabbed my chin, forcing our gazes together.
“No, I’m fine. I don’t break easily.” Hell, I wanted to lose the clothes. Maybe I should have answered the door in my lace underwear?
“Yeah?” With a smirk, he dipped a finger under the band of my shorts. “What have you got on under there?” He swiped his finger across the head of my cock, and his pupils flared.
Pleasure shook my insides at his touch. “I have some lace on.” Hell, I’d wear it for him every time he came over. “It’s red this time.”
Lifting a brow, he said, “You wear other colors besides black and white?” He nuzzled into my neck, slipping his fingers deeper into my underwear and stroking my solid cock.
With a ragged breath, I said, “Yeah, just for you.” I unfastened his jeans and snuck my hand into his briefs, tugging his thick cock and swiping the precum around the tip. He was already wet for me.
“Fuck.” His brows tensed and he buried his face in my neck. “I’m so wound up. Be careful.”
Oh hell, I didn’t want to be careful at all. “We have all night. We can fool around more than once.” I stroked him faster, and his dick twitched against my palm.
A sharp moan escaped him, and he slanted his mouth across mine, kissing me with abandon while he milked my cock and thrust into my palm.
His body shuddered over me, and he halted. “Stop, stop, fuck.” He panted and lifted off me. “I almost came. I don’t want to come like this. I want…” His gaze fastened on mine, and he brushed a lock of hair from my forehead. “Would you give me a blow job?”
My brows snapped up. “Yeah? Sure.” Would he give me one back? My mouth watered, and I licked my lips. “Get up and undress.”
“Okay.” He lifted off me, stood, and then unbuttoned his shirt. “I want to see it, the lace.”
“Of course.” Sitting up, I shucked my shirt off and then lifted my hips to slip my shorts down, leaving only the lace underwear, skimpier this time, my cock poking through the band.
“Jesus fuck, Ronan.” After shimmying out of his shorts and underwear, he dropped to his knees and licked up the lace, his cock standing tall between his thighs and leaking.
“Oh, God.” As sensation swirled inside me, I threaded my fingers through his hair and clenched it. Would he suck me first?
He flicked his tongue across the tip, pushing through the band, and then lowered it, freeing my aching dick. “Feels right, so…” He sucked me into the wet heat of his mouth and then reached up to my nipple, teasing the piercing.
“Fuck, oh fuck.” A shock of pleasure ran from my nipple to my dick, and my thighs trembled. I wasn’t expecting this. But hell, it was amazing. “Do that again and I might—”
He swallowed me to the back of his throat, moaned on my cock and twisted the piercing.
A rush of sensation tingled through my body and my balls drew up. He needed to pull off. Now. “C-coming, Evan. Oh, hell.” My dick swelled further against his lapping tongue, and he stayed on me, squirming and groaning.
While I yanked his hair, I burst inside him, spilling my cum down his throat, pleasure sparking through my body and curling my toes. I gasped with each contraction, my stomach tensing.
He stayed on me, milking me to the end, and as it slowed, he left me with a wet slurp. With his hand slowly stroking my slick cock, he peered at me. “That was, uh, hotter than I’d thought it would be.” He sucked his lower lip between his teeth. “I didn’t want to let you go. I wanted to…”