Page 21 of Ronan

“Oh, no thank you,” I grumble, turning deeper into Ronan’s side as he gently tries to wake me up. “There’s no way it’s morning already.”

His fingers dance along the tender skin, his lips trailing across my shoulder so gently you’d never believe he was the same man that fucked me into this coma.

Insatiable little bastard.

“What if we just told Orion we already ate and stayed right here instead?” I grumble. “I really thought he would’ve given up on Sunday dinners by now.”

“Yeah, these weren’t all about Emma,” Ronan replies, his fingers curling into my hip as he holds me close.

“I think he just wants to feel in control of something, and that’s the only thing I’ll let him have.

Maybe one day he’ll find someone that helps that side of him, but for now, if my best friend wants to have dinner once a week, I figure I can suck it up after the years of pining I made him endure.

He had to hear all of it so I could play it cool when you were around. ”

It’s hard not to smile hearing it. I kept my depraved little thoughts to myself, but knowing he couldn’t? It makes me squirm a little too happily. “Not playing it cool anymore, you know. You can’t keep your hands off of me.”

“I can’t. I reached my quota and I can’t go back. So tell me it’s official, you’re moving in here, right? We can go get the rest of your shit?”

He’s asked me nearly every single day since he told me the truth, and I’m running out of reasons to say no. Emma’s become unbearable to be around, our landlord still hasn’t fixed our furnace, and even when I do go home, I’d rather be here.

Ronan is everything I always hoped he’d be and then some.

Besides, it’s not like our relationship will suddenly become socially acceptable if we wait long enough to move in with each other.

It’s just really, really fun to mess with him.

“Hmm,” I tease. “Maybe if you beg.”

“Beg?” Suddenly he’s looming over me with an expression in his dark blue eyes that makes me squirm. “You want to hear me beg, baby?”

Or punish me for asking, I’m not picky.

Grinning, I reach up to grip his chin. “Yep. You heard me.”

Biting his lip, Ro hops off the bed in one swift movement and disappears, returning a few moments later from the basement with something in his hand.

“Okay, pretty girl. I’ll beg.” He shoves his way between my legs and pushes something egg-shaped into my cunt, then presses a button on a small black remote.

Immediately, it begins pulsing. “But you first. Get up and get dressed. You’ll be wearing that all evening. ”

Uh oh.

“Ronan,” I gasp. “You’re not serious.”

He tosses me a wink over his shoulder before he enters the bathroom, and when I don’t move a muscle to get dressed, that vibrator switches on again so powerfully I nearly fall over .

“Okay!” I yell, scrambling toward my bag to grab some clothes. “I’m getting dressed!”

“Good idea. Put a dress on,” he calls back knowing damn well that’s not what I meant. I don’t know if I even have one here. “Scratch that.” Ronan comes back into the room with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. “Just one of my shirts and a pair of my socks will do.”

Blinking, I take a deep breath to control my tone. “You want me to show up to Sunday dinner wearing nothing but your shirt and your socks?”

“We’re having it here,” he replies like that helps at all. “It’s just Orion, and he knows not to look. Are you telling me no?”

My stomach flips at the thought, but he’s right. Orion wouldn’t do anything, and something tells me Ro needs this. “I’d never tell you no, big brother. If that’s what you want, that’s what I’ll do.”

I see the way his shoulders relax from across the room, and after he finishes washing up and comes back, I melt into him as he pulls me in. “You’re my good girl, Atley.”

Yeah, this is worth it. I’ll walk around naked all day every day if it’ll keep him happy like this. “I know. Just... keep that in mind during dinner.”

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Apparently Ronan has forgotten I’ve ever been a good girl a day in my life. While it’s true that Orion didn’t spare a second glance at my lack of an outfit, the little fucker keeps smiling every time he hears the vibrations kick up.

I can’t do this.

I haven’t even touched my food.

“Oh god,” I whisper as it gets worse. My water glass shakes in my trembling hand as I take a couple of quick sips, but nothing is going to help me right now. I’m overheated, overstimulated, and way too close to coming. “So Orion, have you heard anything from St. Andrew’s?”

The amused expression on his face makes me want to smack him. “I start tomorrow, actually. I’ll have a few days to settle in and then Harvest Day is Friday.”

“I’ll watch the house as much as you need me to, so don’t worry about anything. Are you excited?” Ronan asks.

These fucking dickheads are gonna talk to each other like I’m not actively dying over here .

“I guess,” he says flippantly. “Commitment free, guaranteed safe sex? What more could a guy ask for?”

“I can think of something.”

Ronan’s gaze flicks to mine and holds it, a soft smile on his perfect lips that has me entranced right up until I shift a little too far forward. The fucking vibrator inside me presses right up against my g spot, making my eyes roll and my thigh twitch so hard, it knocks against my brother’s.

“What, torture?” Orion laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll get plenty of that too. They’re putting me in a TPE dorm.”

Total power exchange sounds like what he needs, but right now, I need to get the fuck out of here before I come at the dinner table.

Standing up on horribly shaky legs, I make it a half a step before Ronan grabs my hand and tugs me back. “Sit down, baby girl.”

His eyes are much more intense now, more demanding, and I know I won’t be able to change his mind.

“Am I at least allowed to c—” fuck, I don’t want to talk about this in front of Orion, though that seems like a moot point — “You know. ”

“Are you?” He tilts his head. “I don’t think I’ve heard you beg yet.”

He’s talking low, but the way Orion hides his smirk behind a drink tells me he knows everything that’s going on right now.

Ronan scoots his chair back and taps his lap, letting me up so at the very least, the vibrator stops making a ton of noise against the chair.

Fuck, this is wild.

“That’s what this is about?” I ask. “You want me to beg?”

“Mmhm,” he hums, a hand splaying along my thigh. “Is there a different word you’d like to use instead?”

And there it is. He’s giving me an out I know I’d never be punished for using, but how could I when he looks like this?

Ignoring the electric little sparks shooting through my skin, I shake my head, leaning into his ear. “Not a chance, big brother. How loudly do you want me to beg you to let me come?”

“As loud as you want. I’ll never force you to put on a show for anyone but me. I just need to hear it.”

The vibration goes up to the next level, and suddenly I don’t care who hears me .

I’m gonna come whether he gives me permission or not.

“Ro, please!” I whisper-yell, burying my face in his neck as I clench my thighs together as hard as I can. It makes it so, so much worse. The next thing I say is incoherent as hell and whimpered at best, but he hears me.

“Damn, my baby is so needy.” His fingers slip under his shirt and press on my clit. “Go ahead, Atley. Come for me.”

I’m not sure how to explain what happens to my body, but I’ve never felt anything like it. Who knew the secret to better orgasms was to let your step-brother shove a toy inside your cunt and edge you at dinner with his friend?

It turns me into a mess, literally and figuratively. There will be a wet spot on his jeans when I move, I’m not sure I can get my legs to obey me anymore, and I forgot English the second I felt the orgasm wash over me. Well, hit me like a truck would be more accurate.

I’m sated, sleepy, and not nearly as embarrassed as I probably should be.

“Holy shit,” Orion mumbles, so I keep my face buried in Ronan’s neck to hide from him as he adds, “You weren’t kidding. ”

Whatever that means.

“This is why quitting those videos is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I got all I need now. I’ll be right back, O.”

Ronan picks me up and swiftly carries me to the bedroom, laying me down gently so he can finger out that toy.

I believe his words as I watch him take care of me.

I know he doesn’t mind going back to social media management for income, but hearing him proudly say it to his friend has me feeling warm inside.

“How are you doing, baby girl? Talk to me. Was that okay?”

“Joke’s on you, I’ll never be able to come any other way again,” I deadpan. “You really screwed up, magic man.”

I’m happy when he just chuckles. “Yeah, okay. We’ll play with that more. It’s my turn now though, huh?” He drops down between my legs and meets my gaze from his knees. “Move in with me, Atley. Please.”

Oh, he meant his turn to beg. I thought he was talking about coming.

Shaking my head with a soft smile, I reach out to cup his face with both hands. “Oh, I’m moving in. I’m also about to become extremely clingy, so I hope you’re ready for that, big brother. You’re stuck with me now. ”

Watching a smile break out across his face as his body relaxes heals something in me. Here’s a man who has never — and will never — see me as a burden, one who will always put my pleasure and comfort first, begging me to spend more time with him.

We still have a lot to figure out and a few hurdles to jump with our family, but if I’ve learned anything recently, it’s that the best things in life tend to make you a little uncomfortable at first. The joy is in the journey, or whatever.

So if I had to keep it in the family to find my joy, so be it.

I’ll be happier than the rest of them anyway.