Chapter 65 Ronan
Ronan
Much to my brothers’ annoyance, I made sure Verity sat in my lap for most of the flight to Venice. I’d missed her so fucking much that now I had her back in my arms, I couldn’t bear to let her go.
She rested her head on my chest and slept the entire way but soon perked up once we boarded our private motorboat to the hotel.
“Call us if you need anything,” Connor said before he and Ash wandered off to find a bar.
They were sticking around in case we had any trouble, but since nobody knew we were in Venice, we didn’t expect any.
Not with Avram Marku dead, Francesco di Luca back in prison, and most of the O’Rourke assholes dead or on the run.
“It’s beautiful.” Verity stared wide-eyed at the sumptuous hotel suite as the porter brought our bags in. Lights twinkled across the lagoon from the living room, and in the bedroom, a bottle of champagne on ice awaited.
“Only what you deserve, my pixie girl.” I kissed her neck, loving the way she shivered in delight.
“You’re never going to stop using that nickname, are you?”
“Nope.” I claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss, leaving us both breathless before she shoved me back, her lips bruised and swollen. Damn, I needed to fuck my girl.
“I want a shower. I’m all grubby.”
“Freshen up, sweetheart, and then we’ll eat.” My twin kissed her cheek before disappearing into the bedroom.
“I’m happy to eat you, Pixie,” I smirked, making her giggle.
“Not until I’ve showered,” she protested with a blush.
Paying no attention to her protests, I carried her into the bathroom. The opulent marble fixtures and fittings barely registered on my chimp brain. Seen one gold faucet, seen them all.
Was that an Old Master painting on the wall?
Um.
Did I give a shit?
No.
Ignoring my girl’s outraged huffing, I pulled her shorts down, popped her on the counter, and spread her legs. Then I dived in, groaning at the taste of her delicious pussy.
“You better not be fucking our fiancée!” Conal yelled. “She needs to eat!”
Verity moaned loudly as I swirled my tongue around her clit. Her sweet pussy wept for me, drenching my face in creamy arousal. Fuck, I was so close to blowing my load that it really wasn’t funny.
No other woman had ever affected me like this.
No other woman pushed me to the edge of reason like she did.
My tongue plunged inside her as she clamped her thighs around my head, almost suffocating me in the process.
Fuck, what a way to go. Death by pussy.
That would be my epitaph for sure.
Here lies Ronan Kelly. He went out the way he came into this world.
It was ambiguous enough not to cause any heart attacks in the family burial plot, but anyone with half a brain would understand the hidden meaning.
“Ronan! Please!” Her pretty little pleas were like music to my ears. My girl deserved all the orgasms.
I doubled-down, fucking her with my fingers while sucking on her clit. She shattered under my tongue with a breathy cry of pleasure, groaning my name like a true devotee. My unrequited dick throbbed painfully, but I could wait a while.
Conal was right. Our girl needed to keep her energy levels up for all the fucking I had planned.
My brother stormed in just as I reached for a towel to wipe my mouth. He glared at me before his eyes darkened at the sight of our girl’s satisfied smile.
“She needed some help relaxing, brother.”
He scoffed. “How selfless.”
I smirked. “Always.”
“Fuck off and let me help our girl shower.”
“I don’t need any help!”
Pixie hopped off the counter, her cheeks flushed and her legs wobbly. She stared at the tent in my pants and licked her lips, making me groan. But before I could grab her for round two, my evil twin had shoved me out of the bathroom and locked the door.
I heard Pixie’s giggles and smiled like a sappy idiot. My dick could wait. We had a lifetime of pleasuring our girl to look forward to.