24. Fletcher

"If I could wake up every single day like this, that would be great," I say breathlessly as Ronan works me over, his mouth hoovering my dick, slowly milking the cum from me as my orgasm starts to fade.

I pull him up to me when my dick gets too sensitive, and he kisses me with that fierce passion I love so damn much.

After we cleaned up yesterday, we grilled steaks outside and had dinner on the patio overlooking the lake. We didn't really let our conversation get too heavy, but we didn't really need to.

He's let me in.

And I don't sense him freaking out about it, which I have to say is an even bigger surprise than him letting me in. But there's a quiet sort of peace there. He let me take him again when we climbed into the bed last night. I finished inside him as I jerked him off, letting his cum spray everywhere as he clenched around me, making me see stars, and then we passed out, cuddled up under the covers together until I awoke to soft kisses on my arms and chest.

I can feel him stroking his hard cock as we kiss, and I want to help him out, but my arms are jelly. He doesn't seem to need it, though, he's doing just fine, and when his warm cum splashes against my stomach, he only kisses me hard as he cries out into my mouth.

We both take a moment to come down from the high and then take a shower together. If I could take all my future showers with him, I think I would. The way he washes me so gently, taking his time to make me feel so damn wanted—it's addicting.

Every single part of him is addicting.

After we get dressed—and once again Ronan is wearing shorts and a t-shirt instead of a stuffy suit—we make a quick breakfast, and then we go for a walk around the lake. It's beautiful here. There's no denying it. There are plentiful trees, which are still green and leafy all around the water's edge.

There are a lot of people here, with it being a big spot for summer vacations. But when Ronan takes my hand in his as we walk, I want to whoop and do a fist pump because oh my God, he's holding my hand out in public.

He didn't have to. I didn't ask him to. He just did it.

My heart does somersaults, but I try my best to keep my cool. I do not want to spook him. By the time we get back to the cabin, we're both pretty sweaty because it's hot as hell outside and so damn humid.

Ah, summer in the Midwest.

"We should go swimming," I say, looking out at the lake. "Did you bring your trunks?"

He smiles. "You know I did. You practically packed for me."

"And aren't you glad I did?" I ask as I race inside, and he follows me. We quickly strip out of our clothes, and okay, I get pretty damn distracted by his body, but he doesn't let me explore.

He pulls on his trunks and shoots me an incredulous look. "Come on. This was your idea."

I'm still totally naked, just hanging onto my trunks, but not hiding my dick—which is up and ready to play after that quick strip show he just gave me. "That was a stupid idea. Let's stay in."

He laughs and makes his way over to me, his hands going to my hips, but he's not looking at my dick. Nope. He's looking right into my eyes. Damn it. "Let's go swimming. We need to get the whole experience."

"Fine," I groan, but I'm teasing him. I don't need sex right now. I just need him. Which is scary as hell, but I'm trying to convince myself to live in the moment.

I pull on my trunks, and we head out to the swim beach. There are a lot of people around, but there might as well not be because I don't see them. All I see is Ronan as we splash around in the warm water.

"Damn, this is weird. Muddy," he says, and I can't help but laugh.

"Have you never been swimming in a lake before?"

He looks grossed out, but he's trying. I can appreciate that. "No. I'm a city boy, through and through." I smile. "I prefer to see the bottom of what I'm swimming in."

I laugh. "Well we'll have to use the pool at my apartment sometime."

He grins and shakes his head. "Of course you have a pool." But he's not disapproving when he says it. It's more like he's amused. I think about how hard he's worked to get to where he is.

How he likely had to watch so many rich students come through who didn't have to work. How he thought that's how I was too.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" he asks, still pretty focused on the sandy, muddy bottom of the lake we're walking on as we wade into the water.

"Be around all those rich spoiled kids at college? I hated high school. It seemed like everyone had money and attitude."

He seems to think about that now, instead of focusing on the mud. "Some students drive me crazier than others," he says with a grin.

I cackle at that. "Yeah. I'm glad you didn't kick me out of your class. I'd have deserved it."

"No, you wouldn't have," he says very matter-of-factly. "You made me realize how judgmental I've been over the years. There was more to your story, and I should have given you some grace."

"I can't imagine what you've been through."

He gives me a shy smile. "Yes, you can. You lived through it too."

That same guilt I always feel comes creeping up again. "Was it bad?"

The water is up to our chests now, and we stop, just kind of letting it take us, soft waves all around. "Not really. Most of the time, I was just invisible and lonely. I used to think my mom would come back."

I move a little closer to him, my hand on his side, needing the physical contact. "I would have saved you."

He leans closer to me, his mouth close and his eyes on mine. "I think you did."

I'm surprised by his words, but he doesn't give me the chance to argue with him. His lips press against mine in a firm kiss that's somehow so full of passion, even though it only lasts a second.

I'm so far gone for this man.

And I'm in deep, deep trouble.