Epilogue
One Week Later
Ibite my lower lip.
“You… you gave Riley to him… I still… can’t believe it…” I try to engage him in a conversation, seeing if he will take the bait and help distract me.
I can’t think of anything else other than the vibrator inside of me. The one that he is controlling with a remote installed on his mobile phone. He is holding his phone with one hand, while his other hand controls the steering wheel as he drives us to what is our first official date since high school.
Aside from needing a distraction, I really want to know about his new deal with Cesare. I care about Riley, and being forced into a marriage at such a young age will do a number on her.
“You won’t answer me?” I throw my head to the side and stare at him, my breath hitching.
“Riley is strong, she will do fine. If anything, Pietro will beg me to come take her away from him,” he chuckles, “Focus on tonight, babe,” he winks at me, “Let me help narrow your focus,” he taps something on his phone and then taps again.
I don’t need to ask what he is doing. I feel it as the force of the vibrator cranks up. I clap my thighs together.
“Stop doing that,” I whine in my seat, but instead of listening to me, he cranks it up another notch, then tosses his phone on the dashboard of the car.
I flip my eyes to the phone, tempted to reach for it and end my delicious misery.
“Don’t even think about it,” Ronan tuts and then brings his free hand to rest on the slit opening of my black dress. “Unless you don’t want your reward tonight,” he drags his hand up, my skin turning warm under his touch, and my sex pulsating, while the vibrator tingles my inside.
He caught me with that one. I want to make it stop, but I don’t. This game is exciting and exhilarating.
I think of a different approach to make him feel a teeny tiny taste of what I’m currently enduring. I drop my hand on his lap and find his cock.
“Hey,” he groans, and his hand around the steering wheel grips hard, “I’m driving.”
“How far is too far, mi amor?” I massage some more, ready to give him a run for his money.
“Too bad we can’t find out,” he swerves into the parking lot of a lush restaurant. “We are here.”
Bollocks.
* * *
“I can’t focus,” I whisper, lowering my head to our table. “Please, turn it off now.”
Ronan nods, “Fine,” he picks up his phone and turns the vibrator off, surprising me. And yet, I’m suspicious. Ronan could go at it all day if he wanted to.
And I realize I want him to as well. I miss the tingling already.
“What do you think?” he picks up a napkin from the table and sets it on his black dress shirt.
“That color looks good on you,” I tease him.
“Don’t be silly, I’m asking about the restaurant,” he chuckles and waves his hand around.
“Let’s see,” I sit straight, taking it all in. I was too distracted before by the vibrator to notice anything else.
It’s fancy, beautiful.
“It’s lovely,” I smile at him. “Thank you,” I pick up my napkin and don’t miss the smile on his face.
He taps on his phone, and the vibrator starts again.
“Asshole,” I grit and groan.
* * *
“I need relief,” I’m almost humping my seat as I hurriedly finish the last of my dessert.
Ronan sets his napkin down, smug and pleased, “Go freshen up then,” he points with his chin toward the restroom.
He cannot be serious.
“Go on,” this time, I catch the shimmering glint of mischievousness in his eyes, hinting there is more.
I stand and try to straighten my dress as best as I can, and struggle to walk normally on my pointed heels to the restroom.
I manage to get to the bathroom and find a stall for myself. I go inside the stall, too hung up in my need for a release to care about closing the door; I drag my dress up and start to stroke my clit with one hand while the other tries to control the vibrator and direct it.
“I never said you could give yourself an orgasm,” Ronan’s deep voice startles me as he comes into the stall to stand behind me. “We don’t have a lot of time,” he drags my dress further up. “Spread your legs and hold on to the sink,” he is undoing his fly to set himself free, and I do as ordered.
I spread my legs apart, and he comes back to find the vibrator, pulls it out of me, and shoves it into his pocket before sinking himself deep inside of me.
There. That’s what I’ve been hoping to get out of all of this.
I sink into it, crying my pleasure out, and Ronan wraps his hand over my mouth.
“Shhh, baby.” He growls in my ear as he keeps pounding into me from behind. “Be a good girl and keep quiet.” He moves his other hand to my pussy, and his fingers begin to circle my clit furiously. “Come for me now, baby.” He commands, and I cave in, gasping my exhaustion from my long-awaited orgasm. He comes a few thrusts after I do, and my walls squeeze his cock as he releases himself into me.
It’s so intense I almost pass out, but Ronan’s arms are there to catch me, and he holds me and kisses me tenderly as he now stokes my clit more softly, easing me back down from heaven
* * *
I take my time putting myself back together, my legs still trembling from the orgasm Ronan just gave me. I stare at my reflection in the mirror above the sink and then stalk out of the bathroom and back to our table.
I halt when I see the roses now lining the floor leading to the table. Ronan is not there, although he left a few moments before me. I get to the table and pluck a rose from the bouquet adorning it, taking it to my nose to enjoy its sweet scent.
Roses after an orgasm. I might just have found a new favorite thing.
I feel Ronan behind me, and I turn around, wanting to tell him how much I appreciate the gesture, but he is down on one knee.
I know what this looks like, and I’m squealing.
I breathe, giving him the chance to ask me, because I might have screamed yes a few times already.
“Okay, go on, ask me,” I blow out air and then bounce on my heels.
He laughs softly. “Do forever with me, babe, make me your husband, be my wife, let’s get married.” He opens the ring case, and this time, I feel the sting of my tears. “Will you do me the honor of taking me as your husband?” He pulls out the diamond ring.
I nod, “Of course, I will marry you,” I stretch out my hand, and he slips the ring into my finger.
“I told you I was going to marry you in high school, didn’t I?” He stands and circles my waist with his arms, pulling me to his chest.
I nod as I lose myself into the warmth of his kiss.
My Irish Prince Charming.