13. Nora

CHAPTER 13

NORA

I wake up wrapped in Ronan’s strong arms, an alarm blaring incessantly on my nightstand. He pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head, groaning, “Do I have to meet with my trainer?”

When he suggested that we all have a sleepover at his place, it would’ve required me to go back to my flat to gather clothes and toiletries. Being so close to Ronan’s, he grabbed a few items to come to mine instead. We stayed up late with Leo and Lettie, laughing and telling stories. The entire time, Ronan kept me tucked into his side or his hand in mine. No matter how much I try to keep my heart guarded, he’s stealing a piece of it for himself every day I spend with him.

“You don’t have to be there for two hours. Want to have breakfast?” I don’t let him answer and wriggle out of his hold. “I’ll put a kettle on.”

Ronan pulls me back into bed and I topple onto him, his hard cock ready to play. “Not yet, darlin’. Five more minutes.”

“I’m going to check on Leo and Lettie. I’ll be right back.” He reluctantly lets me go and I make my way into the kitchen. There’s a note on the counter from Lettie.

I’m taking Leo for a little footie practise at the park. I’ll be back at nine.

-Lettie

I strip out of my tee, leaving on my knickers, and saunter back to the bedroom. Leaning against the doorframe, I toss my shirt at Ronan. He sits up, peeling it off his face, and his jaw drops. This shock quickly turned into a wicked grin, eyes alight with mischief.

“Stay right there.”

“Where else would I go, dressed like this?” I flirt.

Ronan gets out of bed, prowling towards me. “Good. No one sees you like this but me, understood?” As he reaches me, his eyes don’t leave mine as he makes quick work ridding me of my panties. Standing before him fully naked, my confidence wavers. I work out as often as I can, but I’ll never be as thin or toned as I was in my early twenties when I was with…

Fuck. I’ve never told Ronan about Keith!

Guilt takes over and I blurt, “I need to tell you something.”

Ronan swipes his thumb over a peaked nipple and groans. “Can it wait?”

“No, I don’t want you to think I am keeping secrets.” He pinches my nipple making me hiss. “I told you I dated a footballer when I was younger, but I never told you who it was. You’ll probably never want to speak to me again, and you have every right to be upset, but I swear I didn’t mean to hide it. I?—”

“Keith. I know, he told me. But I also remember vaguely from when you were here with him. He had hopes of some sort of second chance romance with you here in Ireland.”

He leans in to kiss me but I stop him with hands braced on his firm chest. “What? That’s ridiculous. But… you knew? If he told you he was interested in me, is that what this is? Besting your teammate?”

“No. Never.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on the side of my neck. “I knew you were together ages ago, which is why I tried to keep things professional with you. Even if it only lasted a few months.” His thumb brushes the other side of my throat. With his hand loosely gripping my neck, my swirl of emotions ramps up, and I swallow hard. “I fell in love with you, Nora. I don’t fucking care if you were his, because now? Now, I’m yours.”

He squeezes tighter and kisses me softly. My whole body buzzes with anticipation as he deepens our kiss, tasting and teasing each other. It’s raw and full of everything I’ve refused to admit to myself or to him.

Doubt gives me whiplash and I whimper against his lips, “Are you sure about this? What if this doesn’t work out?”

“Stop trying to control everything, Nora. Let go for me. Be with me. You trust me with your body, will you trust me with this?” He lowers his hand and rests it over my heart.

I place my hand over his, unable to tear my eyes away from his emerald ones. “It’s already yours. That’s why I’m so scared.”

“Fuck, Nor,” he growls, bending to wrap my legs around his waist. Pressing a soft kiss over my heart, he carries me to my bed and sets me down, peppering kisses lower until he reaches my caesarean scar. “Do I really get to keep you?”

“And do what, exactly? Put me on a shelf?” I laugh.

He playfully bites my thigh, making me yelp. “Don’t be an arse, unless you want to have trouble sitting the rest of the day.”

“Oooh, threatening me with a good time, Mr. O’Leary?”

“That’s it.” Ronan lifts and tosses me higher onto the bed, flipping me onto my stomach. Pulling me up by my hips he demands, “Hands on the wall.”

I adjust and place my palms on the wall above the headboard. There’s a shifting behind me, and the thump of clothes onto the floor. He swipes the head of his cock up and down my wet pussy. Notched at my entrance, he presses the tip in. I gasp at the intrusion, but as I try to push back, he holds my hips in place.

“ Fuck! I didn’t bring any condoms. What do you want to do? I can?—”

“When was the last time you were tested?”

“A few weeks ago. They test for everything when they check for performance enhancing drugs.”

I glance over my shoulder. “And?”

“I’m all clear.” He presses in an inch. “I know you said you couldn’t have more children, but I am about to defy science, darlin’.”

“Good luck with that.”

In a swift thrust, he drives into me to the hilt. I cry out at the fullness and he chuckles darkly, gripping my hips tighter. The echoes of our bodies slapping together fill the room as he fucks me hard and fast. The angle is perfect, rubbing my inner walls with precision that winds me up tighter. I meet his rhythm, keeping my elbows locked for support against the wall, but it’s not enough.

Ronan reaches around and circles my clit with two fingers, whispering, “I’m sorry, I lost myself in you for a moment. You feel too fucking good.”

“I’m so close…” Moving his hand from my hip to the front of my throat, he squeezes the sides and uses my neck for leverage. “ Fuck, right there! ” It makes me lightheaded, but not enough to black out. As he continues fucking me deeper, my orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami, wave after wave of bliss consuming me. Something feral in him snaps and he thrusts harder, prolonging my release, chasing his own.

Ronan collapses onto me as he comes, the final thrust pushes the heels of my palms into the wall hard enough to dent it. The bed beneath us is soaked, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. We both catch our breath whilst he pleases sweet soft kisses on my shoulders.

“You’re fucking perfect, Nora,” he praises, sitting back onto his heels and bringing me with him. His cock twitches inside me as my pussy flutters around his length. I can’t move, can’t think, all I can do is feel. “I’ll have your wall patched when Leo’s at school tomorrow.” He grazes his teeth on my shoulder as his cock grows hard inside me again. “Could take weeks to fix. You should move in with me as it’s being repaired.”

“Ronan!” I laugh, turning my head to kiss him. “I’m not moving in with you.”

“I know, darlin’. A man can dream though.”