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Calista

I ’ve never found myself literally knocked out from sex before. At least not in the way that I’d love to talk about after.

I fully expected to wake up in my own bed—or at least by myself. Never did I imagine I’d be wrapped up in Ronan’s arms. His hold is tight enough that I’m actually sweating. It’s so warm, and while I usually prefer cooler temperatures when I sleep, I’d trade a winter’s night alone for a sunny day with him any time.

My smile is stretched so damn big, and I’m glad he can’t see it because I know it must look ridiculous. It almost distracts me from the ache in my lower abdomen. I’m tender in my core, with a throbbing running from my stomach down to my pussy.

Both of my arms are sandwiched under his hold on me, his entire body curved against mine and his face buried into the back of my neck. I move my hips slightly, and it’s now I can feel his hard cock slipped right between my thighs.

I was warm before, now I’m on fire.

This man never fully drifts into a deep sleep, so when I swallow, I do it as quietly as possible. He hovers right on that edge between unconscious and wide the hell awake. I figure it’s probably a habit from prison, though maybe I’m reading too much into it.

“I’m going to assume…” His grumbly voice startles me in the silence. “Your heart is racing because of my cock and not because of me holding you.”

“If I said both?”

His groan makes my heart flutter, and if his twitching cock is any indication, he likes ‘both’ as an answer.

He draws his hand down my stomach but keeps one arm tightly secured around me. I’m not to move, but as his fingers slip between my thighs to my slit, I jump from the touch.

“Is this my cum that still soaks my cunt, or is my baby girl already wet for me this morning?”

My pussy clenches, and as if on instinct, I wiggle my butt against him.

Is it bad that I want to spend another twenty-four hours in bed with him? Especially as his hips begin to rock, the head of his cock pushing between my slit and giving me that much needed friction.

“Please…” I pant as I press my head to his chest.

“I’ll admit, I’m mad at myself for waiting so long to have my step-niece.”

“D-Don’t call me that!” I wish I could say that without it sounding so fucking needy.

The loud smack of his hand against the side of my ass makes my hips thrust forward. It gives him the ability to grab one cheek and spread me wide.

He groans and moves his fingers down between my thighs, replacing where his cock was and drawing back a line of my arousal. When he grazes across my back hole, I gasp. “Has anyone fucked this ass of yours?”

I shake my head, grateful for that fact. “No, I’ve never…” Oh no, wait, yikes—what if telling him I’ve never had the desire to try it is a total turn-off? What if that’s a dealbreaker for him?

Cal, get it together.

“Never…?” He circles my asshole, and I chew on my bottom lip, doing my best to not pull away.

“Never wanted to.”

All he does is hum and slowly remove his fingers from between my cheeks.

The moment he is beginning to sit up and pull away, I roll onto my back and look up at him. “We can try, I’m not saying we can’t.”

His eyebrow pops up as he stares down at me. “Good, we are going to anyway. If you don’t like it, then I’ll fuck your throat and pussy extra hard to make up for the absence of that third hole of yours.”

I roll my lips together before asking, “Then why are you getting up?”

“We need to eat.” He pauses, studying me like he’s picking up on something I’m not saying. “Do you want to stay in bed all day again?”

It sounds like a real question, but I can’t tell if he’s hoping for it or just being polite. I should just say what I want—that I’d like to stay, but that I understand if he needs to go.

Instead, like the nervous bitch I am, I shake my head. “Probably for the best we get cleaned up.”

As he stands and turns to face me, my eyes go wide at what I see. It isn’t his fully standing cock, but instead all the paint on him. I don’t remember touching it last night, but I was on such a natural high that it wouldn’t surprise me if I did.

There are handprints everywhere, from his stomach and torso, up to his neck and face.

“Going to shower and get this paint washed off. Do you need to go anywhere today?” He heads for the closet which has the linens in it, and I stare at his butt. Dear god, even his glute muscles have muscles. I really should hit the gym or start working out with him, or something. I can’t be passing out every night with how rough he fucks me. I’ll need to get my stamina up.

“Cal?”

“I don’t,” I finally respond.

“Then you’ll keep my cum inside that pussy until I get back later this evening.”

I suck a sharp breath through my nose. “Excuse me?”

He pokes his head out from the closet and stares at me. No words are spoken, but he may as well have read me an entire book with how much his face says.

“How will you even know?” I also am concerned about my pH levels. Yes, I’m weird like that. I like taking care of myself.

As he steps out of view and a few seconds pass, he returns with several towels folded in his arms. “When I eat your cunt later, I’ll know. Why are you asking? Do you plan on defying me?”

This is exactly how I expected him to be, and any sensible girl would probably run for the hills. But not me—my stupid ass actually wants him to degrade me, to demand things of me. Especially when it comes to keeping his cum inside of me.

That thought, oddly enough, sends butterflies through my stomach.

“No… maybe…” I add in playfully, before swinging my legs off the side of the bed and begin to get up. “What would be my punishment if I cleaned up?”

The ache in my lower stomach intensifies as I stand and groan. Wait, what day is it?

He sets the towels down onto the bed and tilts his head. “I have this thing with people watching me take what’s mine.” Heat floods straight up to my face, completely pulling me from the pain in my uterus. “I’ll make you run through those woods outside, butt-ass naked, and only catch you when there are people around. Then, I’ll slam my cock into that needy pussy of yours and have you cumming with an audience.”

My mouth drops open.

I don’t say anything. Holy shit, I don’t even move because did he just say that to me?

“Needy little slut wants that, huh?”

My thighs quake and a minuscule nod of my head occurs, because he is so right. The thought of someone seeing him ravage me, me , makes every drop of desire I’ve ever had rush straight to my clit.

“Look at you glistening with the thought, baby girl.” He grabs the towels and smirks. “Don’t you dare touch yourself either. Only when I command you to will you do that.”

Slipping my hands down to my stomach, he turns from me, not caring that I was about to test the waters and slip a finger between my slit.

He wants me to defy him.

I’m so fucked, and in the best way imaginable.

Ronan

Leaving with a fucking erection like this and having the means to fix it, really is an idiotic thing to do. I should just turn around and fuck her before I go.

The problem lies in that I’m not a quick one and done. Suppose it’s a blessing now, maybe not in my youth. I’ve got this strange bodily reaction to be able to come over and over, and it’s extremely difficult to satiate my need.

The perfect example was last night, I literally fucked Cal into a coma.

Before I left, she was standing in front of the garage door with her hands behind her back, giving me those droopy, siren eyes. I could tell she wanted a kiss, and it’s a strange feeling—wanting it, too. It wasn’t gentle or romantic, but she enjoyed it, and I loved leaving her there, drooling for more.

She’s my desperate little thing, and I am going to enjoy every second of it while it lasts.

Once my bike’s rolling and I’m down the driveway, I tap my phone clamped to the dash, pulling up Ken’s number and dialing. He picks up on the first ring. I rarely wait past the second—if someone can’t answer by then, they’re busy and not worth waiting for.

“Hey, Ro.” I hear screaming in the background, but it’s just Mia it sounds like. It’s followed by barking. Nothing abnormal it would seem. “Car should be done either tomorrow or the next.”

As I peel through the open gates of the community, I hit the streets, heading to the highway. “Thanks, but I called for an update on my request.”

“Serrano’s. Do you know how many people have that name?”

“Did you start with any ex-boyfriends?”

“She’s had a few, but none with that name.” He pauses, then hums. “Listen, she’s a sweet thing and I looked into her family. Dad was a professor before dying of prostate cancer, Mom delivered mail while going to law school. They all seem very clean-cut. Then there is your brother, I mean—” He laughs, and I roll my eyes. “Can’t get any more clean-cut than that pristine-suited bitch.”

I smirk. “What’s your point?”

“The first thing I thought of was the Serrano House. They are a notorious drug family that now lives better than the President because they deal only to ‘the elite’.”

“Don’t refer to rich assholes as the elite.” I know it’s their definition, but that makes them sound superior. Money doesn’t make you powerful. Power makes you powerful. Gripping tightly to the handles, I lean forward and speed through a turning yellow light and get onto the highway.

“My bad.”

“It’s fine. I’ve never heard of them.”

“They weren’t always the Serrano’s, but a different name. I should know but it’s escaping me. They’ve been known as the Serrano House for over ten years, not sure that matters, but I’ll get it.” Beyond his voice I can hear several voices. The boys must just be getting up. I call them that as if they aren’t grown-ass adults. To me though, they’ll always be ‘kids’. Not mine but, nevertheless.

“Alright, going back to your comment. Why wouldn’t you assume them? She said it so confidently, like I would know exactly who she was talking about.”

He clears his throat. “To be honest I hope it isn’t.”

Here’s the thing, I don’t like this skirting around the truth shit. Calista did it because she was trying to protect me, and now I can sense the same thing from Ken.

“Explain,” I say, and it isn’t gentle.

“That’s a fight we can’t win, Ro. Did you ask for anything else outside of that name?”

In my mind, this conversation has solidified it is that family that’s after Cal. Even if it isn’t, it’s a good place to start. I can put the fear of a bullet in their skulls.

“Is it worth it?” he prods.

“She came home bruised and disoriented.” My tone carries the note of it not being a question if it is or not. “There is something more going on with her, but I can already tell she won’t just willingly give me information.”

His chuckle is followed by chaos happening behind him. “You fuck her yet?”

“Yes, but regardless, I’ve been wanting to know who hurt her before that.”

“Softy,” he coos. “What about your brother?”

“We are getting off topic, Ken. You got a buddy that can come with me? I ain’t going to have you come, just in case.”

“ Sooofty .” I roll my eyes at his mockery. He can’t go back to prison, not with Mia, and now Dylan. I know I should also be concerned about myself, but I can handle it.

“I’ve got a buddy, name’s Glen,” he continues.

“Glen-Glen?”

“Oh, did I mention him?”

“Couldn’t stop talking about him. Kick boxer, ex-military, right?”

“That’s him.” Perfect. “I’ll give him a call to meet you there. He’s been itching for something to do besides me.”

Rolling my eyes, I huff through condescending chuckle. “Alright. Where am I meeting him?”

“Remember the elite comment? This is a powerful fucking family. You won’t be coming to my side of town, and I hope you’ve got shoes on this time.”

“Thanks.”

“Be careful, Ro. I don’t want to be the one to tell your girl you’re in the hospital… or worse.”