34. Fletcher

He's mine. I should have never doubted Blair. And as soon as she came up with the easiest plan in the world for me, I knew I was going to get my man. To some, changing colleges may seem like a big deal, but for me, it was a no-brainer.

"Rockford is two hours from here." Ronan, of course, is overthinking, but I can also feel that he's in this with me.

He loves me.

I can't stop the bigass smile from taking over my face at that thought. That's really all I need.

I knew I couldn't ask him to give up his career or his house. Those were the two deal-breakers for me. But me transferring to another college? That was easy. "It is." I move my body, throwing one leg over his lap, so I'm straddling him on the couch. His hands go automatically to my hips, and I smile. "Why are we still wearing clothes?"

He laughs and leans up to kiss me, but he doesn't let me get lost in the kiss. He's pulling back now to look at me and keeping me at bay. It's been far too long since I've been this close to him. My body is responding to the close proximity, as always, and I can feel his hard cock tenting his sweats and trying to get to me too. But no, my man wants to talk. Damn it.

"We need to talk." See? Ugh, why did I have to fall for someone so damn logical?

"Fine. Yes, it's two hours from here, but most of my classes are online. The ones that aren't, I blocked together, so I'll only have to go to campus two days a week. I'll go to a couple of classes and then come home." I lean into him, my mouth nuzzling his neck as I place soft kisses there. "Why are we wearing clothes?"

He laughs softly and then his hands go to the hem of my t-shirt, lifting it off my body and tossing it behind us. "That better? Now can we talk?"

I shake my head, frowning as I stare at the offending fabric covering his sexy as fuck torso. "Not even close."

He chuckles again, and damn, if that isn't the best sound I've ever heard. He huffs like he's irritated, but he's smiling far too big for that to be true. I scoot back a little bit, enough for him to remove his shirt, and my hands go straight to the bare skin of his torso. I let my hands smooth over his warm, strong chest. Over every single muscle and the light dusting of hair over his pecs.

"God, I've missed you." I lean forward and place a kiss over his heart.

His eyes flutter closed, but he uses his hands to pull me back, so I'm looking at his face. "I missed you too. But we should talk."

"Why?" I ask with a grin and then wink at him when he gets all flustered. "Okay. What else?"

"You're still a student here until winter break."

I nod, hating that fact, and I'd have dropped out, but I knew for a fact that would have been met with resistance. From Ronan and maybe even my parents too. "I am. But I won't go near your classroom or your office until then. And if you want me to stay away from your house, I can do that too." I swallow, trying to make the thick lump that's formed in my throat go away. It doesn't work. "And if we have to cool it until then, I can try."

He gnaws on his bottom lip, and I swear I'm holding my breath now. I can do this. It's only a couple of months. Just knowing he's the prize at the end of it, I could do it. But then, he shakes his head. "No. God, I think that would kill me. I'm not sure if you can tell, but I haven't been doing so well."

I smile. "Is that a joke from Ronan Barlowe?"

He laughs. "Hey, I joke around sometimes."

"I know, baby," I say in a mocking tone, my hands going back to his naked chest, unable to stop touching him. "You're hilarious."

He rolls his eyes at me. "We can be careful, but I need you. I can't be without you ever again. I don't want to."

My insides are dancing now. I'm so fucking happy to hear that. "Good. Because I was bluffing. I might have ended up hiding in your bushes or something crazy."

"My little stalker," he teases, and then finally, it seems he's done talking. His lips move to mine, and before I know it, we've both ditched the rest of our clothes, and our bodies are writhing and grinding together as we make out on the couch.

His hand wraps around us both as our dicks slide together, using our pre-cum as lube. "Fuck, Ronan. You feel so good," I gasp as I thrust against his hot flesh, and my hands grip his shoulders.

"I missed you so damn much," he says as his grip gets tighter around us as he jacks us. That's music to my ears. I wanted to believe he'd be okay without me, but a part of me wanted him to realize he could be so much happier with me. That we need each other. That we want each other.

Blair is right. We don't have to go through life alone to be tough. Love makes us stronger, and I'm going to show him.

"I'm close," I pant. "God, I want you inside me." My balls are heavy and pulled up tight. I nearly lose it, but my eyes pop open, and I reach between us, stilling his hand. "I need you inside me."

He nods, not arguing as I stand up, reluctantly pulling away from him, my balls revolting because we were so damn close to release.

But we race into the bedroom, me heading straight for the lube. I pour some on my fingers as I toss the bottle to Ronan, way too keyed-up to have any chill. I lie on the bed and spread my legs, eagerly preparing my wanting hole for him. He watches me as he pours lube in his hand and strokes his long, thick dick.

"Yes, God." I tip my head back, my feet planted firmly on the bed and my legs spread. "I need you."

He strokes his cock, the tip red and leaking. I watch as he trembles, seemingly almost going over, just watching me play with my hole.

"Don't you dare come," I command and remove my fingers from myself, wiping them on the bed, then beckoning for Ronan to join me. He comes to me, kneeling between my legs and bending down to steal into my mouth.

I kiss him hard, gripping the back of his head, not wanting even a second away from his mouth, and thankfully, he seems on board because I feel his cockhead at my entrance. He takes his time filling me, and I'm a panting mess by the time he's fully seated.

"Fuck me, Ronan. Make me yours."

"You already were," he says as he moves my legs back and pushes further into me, making me moan. "Mine." He kisses me hard and then pulls back before shoving into me again. "Mine."

"Yes," I pant as I start to stroke my cock as he moves in and out of my hole. Stretching me. Owning me. "Yours."

My thighs shake with the impending orgasm. Each time he nails my prostate, a jolt of pleasure like none other rips through me. And before long, I can't take it anymore before I'm shouting his name and spraying cum everywhere.

He lasts five or so more strokes before he's filling me up with his release, and then he collapses onto my sweaty, well-used body. I drag my hand over the back of his hair as he lies on my chest, and I hold onto him for dear life.

"Thank you for coming back for me, Fletcher."

I smile as I stroke his hair. "I'll always come for you, Ronan. Always."

I can feel him smiling against my skin as he holds onto me, clinging desperately to me like he can't quite believe I'm here.

As if I could ever let him go.

That will never happen.

He's mine, and I'm his. Forever. No matter what.