RONAN (The Wolf Hotel)
RONAN: Chapter 11

All is quiet in the condo on Sunday when I wake up, two hours later than I should have. Ronan went back to his room after a slow and sensual round of sex, very different from the last two times but no less pleasurable. He still made me orgasm. That’s something I’m going to sorely miss when he’s gone.

I heard nothing from the women Connor brought home. Either he quietly packed them off last night, or they’re all still in bed together. I shake my head at the thought. I can’t imagine that. It’s just not me. I doubt it’ll ever be me.

But it is Ronan. Had Ronan not already been in my bed, he probably would have gone to Connor’s room. What would the four of them have done together? I can’t even imagine. It’s a good thing this thing with Ronan expires in a week, because I doubt I could keep him interested for much longer.

I’m brewing myself a coffee when a door creaks open.

It’s Ronan, staggering from his bedroom, his eyes still half-closed, buck naked, his dick long and hard with morning need.

I don’t avert my gaze.

With a lazy wave, he disappears into the bathroom and I go back to fixing myself a coffee.

A few moments later, he pokes his head out. I can hear the shower running. “Hey.” I love how gravelly his voice is in the morning.

“Hey.”

He crooks a finger, calling me to come. To take a shower with him, I gather.

My stomach tightens in anticipation. But I set my jaw and plaster my face with a mock frown instead.

His brow arches. “Really?”

“I’m busy.” Leaning against the counter with my coffee in hand, I sip away.

A slow, wicked smile curls his lips. He steps out and begins stalking toward me.

I stand up straight, my eyes flashing to the short hall leading to Connor’s room before turning back to Ronan in all his beautiful nakedness, his dick hard and bobbing with each step. “What are you doing?” I hiss.

He takes my cup right from my grip. “I can’t wait until tonight. We’re either fucking in the shower, or right here in the kitchen. You have until I’m finished this coffee to decide where you want me to take you.” His free hand slowly strokes over his length as he takes long gulps from my mug, his heated gaze on me.

His words, the sight of him…. Damn it. There’s no way I’m getting an ounce of schoolwork done now. I want to be naked with him. I want him pressed against me, inside me. Right now.

With a shuddering sigh, I stroll toward the bathroom.

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