15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Oliver

S tretching my body, I grin when I feel Ronan's arms tighten around me. I lift my head, trying to see what time it is. Realizing we fell back asleep for a little less than an hour, I shake Ronan, rustling him awake.

"Hey," I whisper as his eyes slowly open.

"Hey," he replies, leaning toward me to kiss me on the lips. "Your cat is giving me the death glare."

"Hmm?" Sitting up, I see Ember standing on the edge of the bed. Her stare is on Ronan as she's licking her paw. I bet she would flip him off if she could. She's not used to not sleeping in the bed with me, so I can only imagine how pissed she is. "Oh, she's fine. She'll just have to get used to not being the only one in my bed. "

"I love the sound of that. But, uh, are you sure she's not going to attack me?" I turn back to see him and Ember having a stare down with each other.

Chuckling, I shake my head. "She's feisty, but not that feisty. And she's usually pretty good about keeping her distance. Except when she wants something, then she lets it be known she's needy." I watch as Ember gives us one more aggravated look before jumping off the bed and walking over to her cat pole in the corner of my room. "Sorry, I fell asleep again."

"No worries. What time is it?"

"About ten AM. Is there somewhere you need to be?" Please say no, I want to say, but don't. I don't want to come off as clingy, but I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet.

"No, I don't have to be home or anything. Is there anything you need to do today? Or have planned for today?"

"No."

"Wanna come with me to a farmers market? It's something I do on weekends sometimes. There's one about forty-five minutes away that's doing some big New Year's celebration and having a ton of sales."

"That sounds really fun." And it does. Plus, the fact it's farther away means that maybe Ronan and I can go out and be us without having to worry about anyone seeing us.

"I don't have anything to wear, but if you're cool with it, I'll run home real quick to change and then come back here?"

"Okay, that's fine."

"Awesome. I'll be back in a little bit."

Ronan gives me a toe-curling kiss goodbye, before getting dressed and heading out. As soon as the door shuts behind him, I jump up and stride to the bathroom, wanting to get in the shower. I don't know if this is considered a date or not, but I want to make sure I look my best for our outing.

I take my time in the shower, making sure to lather every inch of my skin with my coconut body wash. My soapy hand touches my dick and it twitches, but otherwise doesn't rally. Stepping under the spray of water, I think back to this morning with Ronan. Him using his mouth on me. Fuck . Me using my mouth on him. As soon as he told me I didn't have to do it back to him, I knew there was nothing I wanted more. And fuck yes, I was nervous, but once I started, I gave it my all. God, I never realized how much I would love sucking dick. I was always intimidated by the act at first, but now I can't wait to do it again.

Maybe tonight.

After our maybe-date.

I rinse off my body, then step out of the shower, grabbing my towel off the handle. Drying myself, I rub the towel through my hair, making sure there's no water on my body. I hang my towel back up, then slide on some briefs before standing in front of the mirror. Staring at myself, I debate whether to wear my glasses or my contacts. Wanting to be comfortable, I decide to wear my glasses, sliding them onto my face. Using the hair gel, I quickly style my hair. Once I'm happy with my appearance, I walk over to my closet and pick out an outfit.

Walking around at a farmers market seems like I need to wear something comfortable. I've never been to a farmers market before, but I'm picturing it as some outdoor shop where people buy tons of different things. I end up picking blue jeans and a button-down shirt, snickering when I remember how annoyed Elias was with a similar outfit I picked just two nights ago.

Waiting for Ronan to make his way back, I make sure to feed Ember so she's happy, then sit on the couch and scroll through my phone. I find a game I haven't played in forever, so I open the app and start playing. I must get lost in the game because there's a knock on my door, causing me to jerk on the couch.

Getting up, I walk over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. Standing in front of me is Ronan, looking sexy as hell. He's wearing his standard black jeans with a black tee and combat boots. His hair is styled, and he leans against the doorframe, eyeing me up and down.

"You know, I love seeing you in those suits you wear to class, but I love seeing you in your comfortable clothes just as much," he purrs, causing me to melt. I loop my finger through his belt loop and pull him into my apartment. Once the door is shut, I'm on him again, kissing him roughly, shoving my tongue into his mouth. Pulling away, he chuckles, wiping his saliva from my lip. "Come on, let's go before we end up not leaving at all."

"Ugh. Fine. Let's go."

I drive us toward the small town. We spend the entire drive talking about our plans for the next semester. I love hearing he wants to be a literature teacher and I love seeing his face light up when he discusses how much he thinks he would enjoy teaching. Once he's done telling me about his plans, I take some time to tell him more about me and how I decided to become a professor.

"Are you happy you decided to move here?" he asks, when we get on the subject of how I got the job at BU.

"I really am. It sucks being away from my family, but I love that I got to do something for me. No lie, it was scary at first, but it's been worth it. Have you thought about moving anywhere else?"

"Well, my parents still live in the town I grew up in. Coming to BU was something I did for me. I've always wanted to move back, but now I'm not so sure. I really love it here, and I don't see myself leaving."

"Me either," I look over at Ronan, loving that we're having the same thoughts.

I pull into the parking lot, easily finding a spot near the entrance. We get out of the car and walk side by side under the awning. There're a ton of customers milling around, booths all over the area in front of us. I'm in awe of all the different things I'm seeing while we walk down the path. There are booths with candles, some with art, and a ton with different types of food. They have everything you could want here and more.

"Wow," I say, amazed. "There's so much. Is it always like this?"

"Uh, yes and no. There're always different booths, but I think there's more right now since they're doing a special event for New Year's."

"How often do you come here?"

"A couple times a month. I tend to come here by myself. I'm not as outgoing as my roommates, so I use it as a time to get away." His voice dies down before he reaches for my wrist. "Oh! This is what I was wanting to show you. Come here."

Ronan drags me by the wrist, my feet trying to keep up with his pace. We dodge people as we zoom in and out of the crowds. We pass booth after booth, my eyes snagging on one in particular selling honey. I make a mental note to return to the booth before we leave.

Ronan slides to a stop, my body bumping into his softly. "Sorry," I say, looking around him to see what booth he's stopped at. "Bath bombs?" I ask, bewildered. My thoughts race as to why he wanted to show me this when I remember telling him this morning I smell good because of my bath bombs.

"Since we both love using these, I thought we could come pick some out together. These particular ones are so good as they have positive effects on your body, Juliet makes them from scratch. I swear you won't find any as good as hers."

I look toward the woman, Juliet, who starts blushing at Ronan's words. She's an older woman who looks to be in her late forties, maybe early fifties. She has graying hair with blue eyes and is wearing overalls with a sweater underneath. Once Ronan finishes with his admiration of her bath bombs, she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Always a charmer, this one," she jokes. "But he's right, I do make the best bath bombs." They both laugh before Juliet hands me a little box with mini bath bombs. "I have this variety pack for my new customers. It's a sample set so you can try the different ones I have and decide which are your favorite."

Ronan smiles then adds, "My favorite is the peach one, but you can't go wrong with any of them honestly."

"This is amazing." Looking at Ronan, I smirk. "I can't wait to try these tonight." Ronan's pupils blow wide and I grin, knowing I just turned him on. I turn toward Juliet and say, "I'll take it." I go to grab my wallet, when Ronan stops me.

"My treat."

"Okay."

Ronan pays for the bath bombs and adds a couple for himself before we say goodbye to Juliet. We continue walking past the booths, stopping at some here and there, looking through the different items people are selling.

"How did you find this place?" I ask as we walk past a group of tables selling different fruits.

"Growing up, my parents always took me to farmers markets. One day I was missing my family badly, so I googled farmers markets in the area. This one had the highest ratings, so I tried it out and fell in love. Some farmers markets aren't that great, but this one is pretty awesome. Plus, they do special themes depending on the holidays that are happening."

"Like the New Year's theme for today?"

"Exactly. And this one is so diverse. They have something for everyone. I had my first Korean corn dog here."

"What's a Korean corn dog?" I ask, not having heard of that before.

"It's a Korean style hot dog. It's awesome, and they have so many different flavors. They're usually breaded and come with different toppings. We'll see if we can find one here. I'm sure there's a booth."

"Wow, this is not what I was expecting when you said farmers market."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Definitely good," I reply happily. "This is such a cool place. There was a honey booth I spotted earlier. Can we go find it?"

"Anything you want, Freckles."

Fuck, I love when he calls me that. Raising my hand to my cheek, I smile, knowing I'm blushing like crazy. I've always been self-conscious of my freckles. They cover my entire body and as a kid I was made fun of for them. It took me a long time to like them, so I love the fact he's so obsessed with mine. We make our way over to the honey booth, our hands close but not touching. I want to reach out and grab his hand so badly, but I'm not sure if I should. Someone could see us, and we need to make sure no one sees us together like that. Even being here together is probably risky, as I'm not sure whether Ronan wants to go public with us.

Buying two jars of honey, I stuff them into the bag with the bath bombs. Before leaving, we buy two Korean corn dogs and Ronan was right; they are delicious. We eat the food as we walk back to the car. Today has been one of the best days I've had, and I don't want it to end.

Getting into the car, I turn to face Ronan, asking the question I've been dying to. "Do you want to come back to my place again?"

Chuckling, Ronan leans over the console and plants a kiss on my lips. "I would love to."

Stepping through the front door, I guide Ronan into the living room, plopping down on the couch.

"That was so much walking," I complain, loving when Ronan sits down next to me.

"It always is. You know what would be good after a long day of walking?"

"Hmm, what?"

"A bath."

"Yes. That. Let's do that," I stand back up, grabbing Ronan's hand and dragging him in the direction of my bathroom. Letting go, I unbutton my shirt and let it slide off my shoulders onto the floor. My body is pushed face first into the wall, momentarily shocking me until I realize it's Ronan who's behind me.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," he whispers in my ear. My body is flush against the wall and Ronan is crowded into me from behind. I can feel his erection digging into my ass and I grind back on him, loving when a hiss escapes his mouth.

"I was almost naked, but you stopped me."

"I couldn't stop myself." He kisses down my throat to my shoulder, while his hand rounds my body and splays across my stomach. "I needed to get my hands on you. Now, let's go take that bath."

He releases me, and I turn around to face him. I grab the hem of his shirt with a fist and drag it up. He lifts his arms above his head, allowing me to take his shirt off. My finger drags down his chiseled chest, stopping at the dark happy trail that leads from his belly button. I dip my finger against the waistband of his jeans and pull him toward me. His body quivers and I lean in to tease him with a kiss on his neck before pulling away.

"Come on, let's go."

I let go and step around him, smirking when he groans behind me. Stepping into the bathroom, I turn the water to hot before realizing I forgot to grab the bath bombs we bought earlier.

"Shit, hold on," I say, before rushing out of the room to the living room, where I grab the bath bombs and rush back into the bathroom. "Might need these," I wiggle the box in front of him. "Which one do you think we should use first?"

"Whichever one you want is fine with me." He unbuttons his jeans, shoving them and his briefs down his legs and I nearly swallow my tongue. Earlier this morning, I got a look at him, but seeing him standing before me is something extraordinary. He's fucking glorious, his body on display for me. His happy trail of dark hair leads to trimmed pubes surrounding his beautiful cock. He wraps his hand around his shaft, his snickering breaking my concentration. "Like what you see?" his voice comes out husky, and I can tell he's as turned on as I am.

Nodding my head, I strip out of my clothes, putting my glasses on the counter, then toss the bath bomb into the water. "I picked strawberry," I say, stepping into the burning hot water. Scooting up, I wrap my arms around my legs as I look back at Ronan. "Are you going to join me or just watch?"

Ronan mumbles something incoherently, and I grin at his facial expression. He steps into the water behind me and sits down, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him. The water rises slowly and the scent of strawberries fills the air. Closing my eyes, I lean back, loving the feel of being in his arms. The feeling of being safe.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask me anything," he whispers into the room, tightening his hold on me.

"How did you get into camming? Or whatever you call it. It just doesn't seem much like you." I've been wondering about this since I first found out he was the man behind the mask. How my student could be such a dominating and commanding presence on the screen? A man who has tons of men logging onto a site to watch him, to get off to him. Jealousy starts flooding my veins, my vision going hazy, and I will it to back down. There's nothing to be jealous of. We haven't even said what this is, and besides, all of that is done behind a screen, not in person. Still, it doesn't stop the thoughts that flood through my mind, of me not being enough for him.

"Uh, well, actually my ex used to do it." He reaches over to the ledge, snatching my body wash and pouring some into his hands. He lathers it up before gliding his hands up and down my chest, reaching from my shoulders down to my hips. He takes his time rubbing around my body, spending extra time right above my aching dick. As much as I want him to move his hand lower, I'd rather have this conversation.

"Was it something you made with him?" I ask quietly, needing but not wanting to know the answer.

"No," he scoffs, his hands stopping and I hate the loss immediately. "I found out he was using it to cheat on me. He would find men on there and if they lived close enough, he would meet up with them."

"Fuck, Ronan. That sounds horrible. I'm so sorry." I grab his hand and link our fingers together, hating that he was put through that. "Why would you start doing it, then?"

His head clangs against the edge of the tub from him throwing his head back. "So, Mitchell, the one who was on the site, he was actually the third boyfriend I've had that's cheated on me. The first, Max, was in high school. We were together for a couple years when I found out he cheated on me with someone on his football team. That one didn't affect me as much because we were so young, but it still hurt. The second was my first year here. We had only been together for a few months, but he ended up cheating on me with his tutor. When I asked why, he said I was too much to deal with. And then Mitchell. Cheating on me with multiple people, but turned it around on me by saying I was too boring to keep his attention. After the third time, I didn't want to do the relationship thing anymore. Plus, I was curious and, after looking at Mitchell's video, I saw the amount of money people were paying to watch him. And I figured, well, hell, I can do that too. I can make money, get off, and not worry about getting my heart broken."

"Oh, Ronan." Fuck, my heart breaks for him, being cheated on not once, but three times. I couldn't imagine how that would fuck with someone's confidence. And the hurtful things they said? Fuck, he didn't deserve that. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Do you like doing the whole cam thing, though?"

"I honestly do. The men on there have no idea who I am, which I really like. The anonymity of it all. I don't have to show my face, but I'm still making money. I don't have to go out and hook up or anything. And I've really enjoyed it since you first logged in."

"Oh god, I forgot about that first time. I probably seemed like such an amateur." I laugh, cupping some water into my hands and pouring it down my body.

"Yeah, but there was something about you that called out to me. It was the same when I first saw you in class. You commanded the room when you stood in front of the lectern."

"And then I logged into your site."

"And if that didn't happen, then we wouldn't be where we are right now."

"You're right," I concede.

"I usually am." His cackle causes my body to bounce and I sit up, splashing water at him.

"So, do you see yourself continuing with the cam thing?"

"Yeah, I see nothing wrong with it."

Turning back around, I hum. While I don't see anything wrong with it, I do wonder what would happen if something does grow between us. Will he give it up? Or will he keep making videos for men to watch? The thought causes an unease to settle in my stomach and I want to get rid of it.

"I'm starting to get all wrinkly. Do you want to get out and watch a movie?" He asks, kissing my shoulder softly.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

We spend the rest of the evening and the night watching the SAW movies before crashing in each other's arms.