Page 26 of Save Me (The Wolf Hotel Mermaid Beach #2)

A blaring alarm cuts into my restful sleep, earning my moan of discontent. “Make it stop!”

A male groans in answer, and then I’m being jostled as the warm, hard body slips away from me. A moment later, the terrible sound is over.

“Early.” Ronan’s voice scrapes through the silence, raspier than usual.

I survey his godlike profile lying next to me, sprawled out on his back. He’s naked save for the bunched-up bedsheet doing a poor job of covering his morning erection. I resist the urge to reach down and touch it—for the moment.

“You made me sleep in the wet spot,” he grumbles.

“I did not. I always sleep on this side,” I counter, adding after a moment, “You shouldn’t have come all over my sheets, then.”

“ I shouldn’t have?” He rolls his head toward me to shoot me an amused look. “Funny, that’s not how I remember it.”

Last night is a heady blur. The truth is, it probably was me, but it is one hundred percent Ronan’s fault.

Him and that long, skilled tongue and gifted dick of his.

I can still feel him between my legs, thrusting, over and over, bending my body into a dozen ways to get deeper, until I quit fighting against the urge to scream.

I lost count of the orgasms.

“Are you always like that?”

“Like what?”

“An insatiable sex demon.”

His dark chuckle fills my ear and the quiet bedroom, sparking my own laughter. “Is that a problem?”

“No, but I might die.” I might shrivel up from dehydration, all my bodily fluids leached from me in a nightly sex marathon.

“So you’re complaining.”

“ No .” My head flops lazily from side to side to emphasize my claim. “It would be a good way to go.”

“Speaking of going …” He smooths his hands over his face with a curse. The bruises on his knuckles look marginally better. “Tee-off time is in less than an hour.”

“Are you sure you want to?” Because I’d like to lock Ronan up in this little room and keep him safe in here, away from Henry Wolf.

“Right now, the only thing I want is to make you come all over my face. ”

My insides clench with his words. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Really … who’s the sex demon now?” He leans over to press a chaste kiss against my forehead.

“I have to get home to shower and change.” He rolls out of bed, standing with an over-the-head arm stretch that showcases a web of muscle across his back and a hard, round ass that I had my palms filled with last night.

I watch him as he half stumbles out of my bedroom and to the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of him relieving himself carries.

And I pull his pillow closer to inhale the delicious scent of him. He drives me crazy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about another man. Scratch that, I know I haven’t. I could get used to having Ronan here, every day, with me.

Will it always be like this, though? So intoxicating to be around him?

I’m pregnant.

The words force themselves into the forefront of my brain then, and it’s like a lightning bolt of reality.

No, it won’t always be like this, regardless of how we feel about each other. If I have this baby, everything will change. My body will morph, my priorities will shift. Hell, there won’t be time for hours of sex when all I’ll want to do is sleep!

Will Ronan be onboard for all that ?

Even Abbi Wolf couldn’t say one way or another how Ronan would react, and they’re close.

What if Ronan says he doesn’t want it? What if he asks me to get rid of it ?

What if he just disappears altogether?

Then you don’t want him around , Gigi’s voice in my head chirps. But is that true? Is it fair to him? Or is it just a matter of it not being the right time? Should I be making this decision with him?

I don’t know what the right answer is. But I’m pregnant, and Abbi Wolf knows. Will she tell Ronan before I get a chance to?

I wish I could pause time, just long enough to get to know him more.

Ronan strolls back in as my emotions and thoughts are spiraling uncontrollably. “I have another dinner thing tonight, but I’ll give you a call after, ’kay?”

I hum my agreement as I watch him collect his strewn clothes.

Is having a family even on Ronan’s radar? Like ever ? Because if it’s not, then there’s no point continuing this relationship, regardless of my decision about this baby. I have to know. “ So , Abbi’s pregnant,” I blurt because it seems like the best opportunity for a segue.

“Yeah, only a few more months before she pops.” He slips his feet into his briefs and draws them up.

I mock whimper as my favorite new toy is put away.

His smirk is crooked and knowing. “You can play with it again later, promise.”

She seems a bit young. Early twenties, at most. A lot younger than Henry Wolf. “Do you think she’s ready?”

“Who, Abbi?” He frowns. “Yeah, she’s happy and in love. And it’s not like they can’t make it work. Wolf’s got all the money in the world to hire nannies and whatever. Plus, there’s no doubt he loves her, even if he’s a colossal prick to everyone else.”

Love . Is that the key ingredient here? Ronan’s mentioned it twice.

But does he want kids? Like, ever ? I know he mentioned his ex and marriage, but … Fuck, fuck, fuck … It’s too soon to be having this conversation. Way too soon. And yet, I have no other choice because I’m here, and this is happening.

I swallow, hesitating before I ask, “What about you? Do you see yourself with a family? One day ?” Those last two words are tacked on with a wobble.

“Damn, Sea Witch.” He chuckles as he pulls up his pants. “It’s a little early for this.”

“Early in the day or early ?”

Curious eyes flip to me as he draws his zipper up. “Why’re you asking?”

Am I being too obvious? Is he about to piece my secret together like others have? Have a eureka moment and run out my door?

Knots twist in my stomach as he waits on an answer.

I settle on, “Because I’m thirty-one, and I don’t like wasting my time.” That’s the truth.

But not the whole truth.

I hold my breath as Ronan draws his shirt on.

Leaving his buttons undone, he grabs his shoes and socks from the floor and sets them on my dresser by the door before backtracking to kneel on the bed.

Hard eyes bore into me from above as he rests his palms on either side of my pillow to hover over me. “I’m not wasting your time, Sloane. ”

A sigh escapes me, even if he hasn’t answered my question.

“Are you wasting my time?”

What ? “No.”

“Good.” Leaning down, Ronan presses a kiss against my lips, one that’s gentle and yet full of heat. “I’ll call you later,” he whispers, kissing me a second time.

I watch his back as he departs from my room.

The front door creaks open a moment later, leaving me alone in my house to a flurry of confusing thoughts.

What if I am wasting Ronan’s time by not being completely open and honest with him?

By letting this thing between us go on when there’s a potentially huge diversion up ahead that I haven’t warned him about?

Would I even be weighing my options if Ronan said he was on board?

I’ve spent all this time worrying that it’s not what he wants, but what if it is? What if he knew about the pregnancy and was all in? Would I have made a decision by now?

Yes, maybe.

Which means that maybe I shouldn’t be making this decision alone.

A flutter of nerves explodes in my stomach.

Tonight.

I have to tell Ronan tonight.