16. Fletcher

No offense to Rhett and Bree, but for the first time I can remember in a really long time, I really just want them to leave my place. And yes, I feel really guilty about that because I love them. Obviously.

But damn it, I could be getting naked with my very hot professor right now. But Bree and Rhett decided to surprise me this afternoon for an impromptu sibling hangout.

So instead of heading over to Ronan's place after his class today, I'm here watching cheesy horror movies and eating pizza with them.

"Jesus fuck! Run, you dumbass!" Bree shouts at the television, and okay, I smile because I really love her.

"Bree, it's kind of hard to run in heels like that, I'm sure," Rhett supplies as he takes a bite of pizza.

"I wouldn't know," she says, kicking her Converse tennis shoes up on my coffee table.

I grin and then look at Rhett. "Where the hell is your better half, by the way?"

Rhett looks sad but happy at the same time because he's totally whipped, and those two are together as often as possible. "Taking a summer class."

"Aw, do you miss him?" I tease, already knowing the answer.

"Fuck yes, I do. He'll be done in an hour, and then you can bet your asses I'm out of here." Is it bad that I'm happy to have that timeline? Yes, it is. I'm glad they stopped by. I really am. Bree is going off to New York in the fall.

An uncomfortable feeling sweeps over me at that thought. I don't think I've fully allowed myself to think about that before, and I sure don't want to think about it right now.

"Earth to Fletcher." I hear Bree and turn to look at her.

"What?"

She cocks her head to the side, studying me. "Oh my God, what are you thinking about? The hottie professor?"

Rhett grins, and I love and hate that they both know about that now. "No." But I also don't want to tell them about what I was really thinking about. How Bree is leaving and won't be in the same state for the first time since I met her.

"Yeah, right. Then why didn't you answer me," Rhett says suspiciously.

"Didn't hear you." I eye him. "What?"

"I asked when you're going to finally let me give you a tattoo, you big baby." He nudges my shoulder, and I laugh heartily at that.

"Never," I give him the same answer I always have, sweeping my hand over the length of my body. "You don't mess with perfection, Rhett. You know that."

He rolls his eyes at me, and Bree fake gags. It's a good time. "Fine. Then tell us more about your hot professor," he counters.

Yeah, that's not going to happen. I'm not sure why I haven't told them about the kiss—and uh, more—that's happened between Ronan and me, all I know is that I haven't. Which is kind of strange.

I know that it's just a summer fling—he goes out of his way to mention that as often as possible—as if I could forget. But I know it is, and normally, I'd give Rhett and Bree far too many details about my hookups just to watch them squirm uncomfortably and beg me to stop. But not with this.

For some reason, this seems off-limits.

"The professor who hates him." Bree so helpfully adds, and I should tell them that maybe he doesn't hate me all that much anymore. Maybe he doesn't hate me at all, but I don't. I'm silent.

They move on to a different topic easily though. Before I know it, they're heading out, and I'm jogging over to Ronan's house because I don't think driving and parking near his house would be a good idea.

It doesn't take me long to get there, and as soon as he opens the door to let me in, my lips are on his. The door is closed and secure behind us as we make our way to his bedroom, not wasting any time.

I mean, we only have the summer, right?

There really is no time to waste.

He doesn't seem to mind that I'm sweaty at all, his hands working to get rid of every scrap of my clothing as I work on his, our mouths tangled the entire time. I can't stop kissing him. I've never been this addicted to kissing in my life, but I don't want to stop.

We fall onto his bed, completely naked, our legs intertwined as we kiss, not really in a hurry, now that we're both naked.

"Hi," he breathes against my mouth as he softly kisses my lips.

"Hi," I say back, a stupid grin on my face as I kiss him back. He pushes me to my back, his hands going to my wrists as he lifts my arms above my hands and pins me there, straddling me. Our cocks are hard as he drags his heavy shaft over mine, making me groan.

I was here yesterday. I felt him like this and saw him like this just yesterday for the first time—but it doesn't matter—I'm already addicted. I already missed this in the time we were apart.

Yesterday, I was certain he would kick me out as soon as we finished cleaning up, but he didn't. He just gave me another set of clothes, and we went back to binge-watch Netflix until it was time to eat again.

After dinner, I thought maybe he'd need some space, so I was the one to initiate me leaving for the night. He walked me to the door, and with a sweet, yet still bone-melting kiss, he invited me back here today.

Which I happily accepted with an eager nod and another heated kiss before finally prying myself away. I know I need to keep my wits here. I know I need to protect my heart—I'm really not an idiot—but I can't seem to.

I want this. I want this so damn badly.

He uses one hand to pin both my wrists and then drags his free hand down the middle of my stomach, through the carefully sculpted abs I'm pretty damn proud of. "Your body is insane."

I grin at that, beaming up at him. "It likes you too."

He rolls his eyes at me, but there's a smile playing on his lips. Goddamn, he's beautiful. I've never seen anyone so beautiful when they smile. And I think it's because it's more rare with him.

His firm hand wraps around my cock, and I nearly bow off the bed. "Shit."

He grins again, and this time it's confident and sexy as all hell. "You're too perfect."

I thrust into his hand, my hands still held above my head as I tilt my head back and give into the pleasure he's offering me. He strokes me from base to tip, over and over, driving me wild. My hips buck into each stroke, and I'm a panting mess by the time his big dick joins the party, his hand wrapped around both of us as he thrusts against me.

Each stroke is a jolt to my system. Each one, I imagine he's driving inside my body. I want it so damn badly, but before I can beg him to fuck me, my balls pull up tight, close to my body, and I let loose, my cum spraying my stomach and chest. A moment later, he goes over too. His hand grips my wrists tight as we move languidly, milking our orgasms before he releases my wrists and collapses on top of me.

I drop my arms down and wrap them around him, feeling his muscled back, slick with sweat as we both work to come down from the high. He pulls back enough to place a soft kiss on my lips, then rolls off me and onto his back, both of us still panting.

"Have fun with your siblings today?" he asks.

I let out a surprised laugh. "I have our cum all over me. Last thing I want to talk about right now."

He chuckles and then rolls to his side. Apparently, he's not bothered by the mess, and I like that. Someone so damn orderly who doesn't seem to mind a little filth now and then. "I know you're close. I just wanted to know more about them," he says softly, and I think I'm shocked stupid.

I roll to my side now, facing him, but he isn't really looking at me directly. He wants to know more about me.

I try not to read too much into that, but I also can't deny him either. "We are close. It was good to see them. It's always really good to see them. They're kind of my home."

He nods his head slowly as if he understands. "They were in foster care too." It's something I already told him, so he's not really asking, but I hear his unspoken question.

"They were. I don't know why we just clicked, but we did. Obviously, we all knew a lot of kids like us, but it was us three from the moment we met."

He smiles at that, and I can't help but drag my thumb over his bottom lip, tracing the shape of it. "I'm glad you had them."

"Me too," I say with a happy smile as he grabs my wrist, but he doesn't pull me away. "I kind of felt bad today because all I wanted to do was come here and be with you. I almost kicked their asses out."

He chuckles, his whole face lighting up with it. "You did not."

"I did," I say with a bigass grin and lean into him, my lips pressing against his, his hand still around my wrist. "I think I'm a little addicted."

He smiles, but it's soft as he reaches up with his free hand and brushes the hair out of my eyes. "I think I may be too."

My heartbeat stutters at that, but he doesn't let me say anything else before kissing me hard. I don't waste any time kissing him back, but it doesn't become heated like before. It's sweet and sexy all at the same time.

"Why is your job so important again?" I ask, trying to joke, but really if it wasn't, would it have to end with summer? Could we have more of this?

He moves back away from me slowly, releasing me, but resting his hand on my naked hip as we lie facing each other.

"I mean, I know you love it," I say.

He offers a sad smile at that. "I do." His voice almost cracks, and I'm worried I ruined the mood completely, but he clears his throat and continues, "I need this job, Fletcher. I can't lose it."

I hear the shakiness in his voice. The fear there, and I know just how damn important this job is to him, even if I don't know why exactly. "I'll do everything I can to make sure that you won't." I lick my lips, then say firmly, "But I just want to know you better too."

He leans forward and captures my lips with his own, and somehow, I know I'm not getting that answer.

He's deflecting, but I let him because damn, what a tactic.

We'll talk later.