Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
RONAN
“What did you find out?” I paced the floor in the main room of the house with my phone in my hand, set on speaker. Lily had contacted her sources with the photo agencies so we could confirm where the images came from. They didn’t have to disclose the photographer, but Lily had her ways.
“It was Jeff, and another man named Gene Dorsey. They got sixty-thousand for the story. Have you heard of Gene?” she asked.
Holy fuck. If they split the money, Jeff would still get less than he’d asked me for.
“No, Jeff never said his friend’s name.” With tightness inching through my chest, I asked, “What do you think about the privacy issues? We were technically inside my house.” It was perfectly legal in the US to sell celebrity photos that were taken in public, but not so if the photos were taken inside a home.
I stopped at the kitchen island and pulled a treat out of Bean’s jar.
The poor guy had been watching me pace all morning.
“We have a case if you want the images removed.” She clicked her tongue. “But Ronan, does it really matter now? Your statement formally announced your relationship with Evan, and Evan’s speaking with the sports press right now.”
“Yeah, I know.” I pursed my lips. “It just pisses me off that Jeff used me for money.” I focused on Bean, perking up in his bed after watching me grab the treat. “Here, Bean.” I held the treat out. I was too tired to make him work for it.
Bean licked at my finger and then took the treat.
“You know what? Take this as a lesson and walk away. The man cannot be trusted,” she said. “It’s unfortunate that he’s your father, but sometimes you need to block toxic people from your life. Even if they’re a parent.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” A dull ache threaded through my body. Part of me still wanted that fucker in my life. I’d block his number, and in time, I’d heal from this.
“In any case, Lollapalooza.” She chuckled. “I got word this morning that you’ll be in it. It’s at the end of July. So, it’s vital the band goes into the studio as soon as possible.”
“Don’t worry, we’re almost finished with the songs on my setup here, so we won’t need much time to complete them.” Would Evan still be on his offseason break at the end of July? “Hey, what about bringing Evan on the road with us?”
“What about it?” She tsked. “Do what you want, and I’ll accommodate it.”
The doorbell rang, and Bean barked.
“Hey, I think Evan is back. I need to go now.” Had his press conference gone well or badly for him? “Bye.”
“Bye.” She ended the call.
I strode to the door and opened it.
Evan stood on the entry, a broad smile on his face. “Look what I did.” Turning, he swung his arm wide.
A black Mercedes G 63 sat in the driveway, all shiny with dark window tint.
Covering my mouth with my fingers, I said, “Oh my God, Evan. It’s stunning.” It fit an NHL player. “You traded in your Jeep?” After shutting the door behind me, I strolled around the SUV, inspecting it. “I guess the press conference went well?”
“Yep. With the other queer players in the room, the reporters were nicer than usual.” With a wicked gleam in his eye, he stalked toward me and grabbed my cheeks.
“I love you, Ronan, and goddamn, I feel like my life is all falling into place.” He planted a hard kiss on my mouth. “And I don’t give a fuck who sees us.”
My cock stirred. It had felt like a lifetime since I’d had him. “Me neither.” Snatching his hand, I led him toward the house. “Let’s celebrate our victory. What do you say?”
“Oh, hell yes.” He strode behind me as I dragged him through the house and into my bedroom. As I faced him at the foot of my bed, I said, “Listen, you need to focus on the playoffs, and I need to hit the studio. We may not have much time together in the weeks to come, so let’s make the most of it.”
Gazing deeply into my eyes, he skimmed his teeth across his lower lip. “Yeah, about that. I’ve been thinking…” His cheeks reddened, and he slipped his hand down my abs to cup my balls and swelling cock. “I want to try, uh…Do you want to top?”
My brows flew up. Was he serious? What had gotten into him? “Sure, I’d love to.” I unfastened his slacks and slipped my hand beneath his briefs to stroke his already hard cock. I wouldn’t question where it came from. The last few days had obviously changed him.
“Damn, Ronan. I want you to fuck me.” He shrugged out of his jacket, dropped it on the floor, and then unbuttoned his shirt.
“I want to be owned by you.” His shirt fell to his feet, exposing his muscled chest. “I’m all yours now.
Like all fucking yours.” As his darkened eyes hooded, he quirked the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah?” I liked this train of thought. I shoved him backward onto the bed and then threw my shirt off and dropped my sweats and underwear.
As he slipped his briefs down, he swept his tongue across his lips. “I want to watch you come inside me.”
I swooned, and my cock pulsed, dribbling precum. “Damn it, Evan. I like this new side to you.” Crawling onto the bed and between his legs, I hovered over him on straight arms. “I’ll be gentle, okay?”
“No, I want it rough and wild. I want you to fuck the last day out of me, out of us.” He brushed his fingers down my cheek. “I want you to consume me, leaving nothing but us.”
“Whatever you want, babe.” I lowered over him, our mouths pressing together in heated kisses. His tongue snuck inside me and flicked with mine. As my hips rocked, his hot cock rubbed against mine and tension coiled in my gut.
“Oh, fuck.” He nibbled along my chin and grabbed my ass, thrusting harder against me. “Want you so fucking bad.”
With a groan, I lowered, kissing and licking across his tight skin. As I caught his nipple in my teeth, I sucked on it.
His cock twitched, and a ragged groan left his throat. “Lower, babe.” He pushed my shoulders.
After quickly grabbing the lube from my nightstand, I licked my way to his cock, standing tall against his stomach, the tip wet with precum. I would make it so perfect for him. While sitting on my tucked legs, I slicked the fingers of one hand with lube. “Raise your knees.”
He did as I asked, and his breath hitched.
As I came down on him, I fisted his cock with one hand and slipped the fingers of my other into his crack to circle his hole. “Let me in, babe.” Devouring his solid cock, I sucked him to the back of my throat.
With a whimper, his thighs trembled, and his hole clenched. “Oh, God, feels good.”
When he relaxed, I slipped the finger inside him and pumped his dick with my mouth, swirling the head with my tongue. My balls ached and dick bobbed between my thighs. I could hardly believe he’d asked for this, but I was so glad he had.
With my fingers rubbing his insides, he gasped, and his body shuddered. “Fuck, more, babe. Right there.”
I’d found his spot. I stayed on it, his cock jerking each time I hit his bundle of nerves. He’d be so tight when I entered him.
After a minute, I slowly slipped a second finger inside him while milking his cock with my mouth. When would he be ready for me?
“Yeah, fuck yeah,” he rasped as goosebumps rose on his thighs. “Want you, babe. Please, I need it.” He lifted his knees into his armpits.
That was my cue. I left his cock with a slurp and met his gaze while pulling my fingers from him. “Are you ready?”
He nodded quickly. “Do it.”
After adding more lube to my dick, I nudged it against his hole.
Goddamn, he was tight. “Relax for me and tell me if you need me to stop.” As my gaze fixed on his, I fell over him on a straight arm, his tight heat enveloping my crown.
Sensation surged inside me, tingling up my spine.
Holy hell, don’t come yet, don’t fucking come.
Through deep breaths, I said, “Are you okay?”
“I’m great, keep going. I can take it.” He winced and held his breath.
“Are you sure?” I slipped in further, the pressure squeezing my cock and pleasure humming through me.
“I’m sure. Do it, babe. Please,” he gritted out. “It burns, but it feels good too.”
“Okay.” I pushed all the way in until my balls rested against his ass.
Sensation sparked up my spine, and I held still.
“Just a minute. Fuck.” Being inside the man I loved was incredible.
I’d had so many men before, but I’d loved none of them.
Dropping onto my elbows, I pressed a lingering kiss on his mouth. “I love you, Evan.”
As his eyes glistened, he said, “I love you, Ronan.” He rubbed his nose on mine. “Now, I need you to move before I lose my damn mind.” He gave me a sly grin.
I slowly pulled out and pushed back inside him. Pleasure buzzed through me and my balls drew up. Nuzzling his neck, I said, “So fucking tight.” With a gasp, I quickened my pace, and our bodies slapped together.
He hooked his ankles around my hips and snuck a hand between us, his mouth finding mine. As he teased my piercing, he engulfed me in hungry kisses, our tongues entangling in a carnal dance. I lasted a minute more before sensation crested inside me.
“Fuck, faster, Ronan.” He squeezed my hips with his powerful thighs as his brows tensed.
Pistoning my hips, I slammed into him over and over while snaking my hand between us and stroking his leaking cock. “Come for me, babe.”
He writhed, and as his body shuddered, his hole clenched around me in spasms. Hot cum painted his chest, and he gasped, tilting his head back.
“F-fuck…” As my climax overwhelmed me, pleasure shot through every nerve ending, curling my toes and spurting cum deep inside him.
It continued until little tremors remained.
As it subsided, I relaxed over him and buried my face in his neck.
“This was a pleasant surprise.” I’d had hopes of this when he’d tried my plug, but I’d figured it would take more time for him to warm up to the idea of bottoming.