Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Logan is a liability.
A fucking snake.
He seems the type to gather information on people to use it against them later. Something about that man just rubs me up the wrong way. It’s a sixth sense. A gut feeling.
Ronan reaches across the tent and his fingers brush over my fisted hand. I freeze at his touch. His fingers are ice-cold. My first thought is to gather his hand in both of mine to warm it up.
Instead, I remain still, fist clenched tight.
“Talk to me,” Ronan pleads, voice hoarse with emotion. “Don’t do this to me. It fucking hurts.”
His words lash at me, making me wince. Hurt? How the fuck does he think I feel? I’m destroyed. With Rae, knowing she kissed CJ, I was mad and protective. But it was different. Raegan is smart and has good intuition. She kissed him because it was something to do—an act of rebellion. Not because she actually likes him and wants to have all his babies. CJ, though annoying as shit, isn’t a real threat.
Ronan is completely different.
I can feel him getting sucked into a current that’ll take him to places I can’t swim from. Dark, deep places that’ll drown him. He’ll come back broken and different, just like Rowdy did when he spent time in town.
Logan will break my brother.
He’s the bigger threat. Ronan falling for it so easily fucking hurts. It’s like he’s willingly allowing Logan to pull him away from me just because he wants to experiment with a man.
I wasn’t lying the other night in my cabin when I told him it should be me.
Sure, we were laughing and joking, but I meant it.
“He makes me feel desired,” Ronan whispers. “Something I never thought that could happen to me because…”
He likes men.
Unable to keep quiet, I roll toward him, unfurling my fist. His fingers desperately thread between mine, seeking the comfort he needs. Because I love him, I let him take in this moment.
“He’s going to hurt you,” I murmur. “He’s going to hurt you and you’re going to let him.”
Ronan sighs heavily. “I know. There’s no good way it could turn out. He has a wife. I’m just a temporary indulgence.”
Ronan deserves to be someone’s forever sustenance.
Not a bite to be swallowed down when a craving should arise.
“Don’t kiss him,” I say, tugging on his hand. “Please don’t kiss him.”
Ronan scoots closer, bringing his body heat with him. I pull his hand to my chest, squeezing it tight. He snuggles up to my side and it feels right. It’s where he belongs. I fucking know this. Something inside my chest releases and a soul-soaking calm washes over me.
“Promise me you’ll never kiss him again.” My voice cracks, splintered with pain and misery. “I can’t fucking stand the thought of it.”
I expect him to demand to know why it bothers me so much.
I could admit it to him. That it should be me instead.
“I promise,” Ronan whispers. “It felt right in the moment, but now all I feel is guilt.”
Bringing our conjoined hands to my mouth, I kiss his cold knuckles one by one.
“His, uh, fingers…” He trails off, shuddering. “And then his hand…”
Possessiveness poisons my every cell, pouring through my veins like molten lava. Before I can consider my actions, I roll onto my side, bringing my hand down to his dick.
“He touched you here?”
Ronan groans, his dick quickly thickening. “Ryder…”
“You want to be touched, you come to me,” I growl, squeezing his length through his soaked jeans. “You let me give you what you need. That’s what brothers are for. We take care of each other.”
A small moan escapes him and his hips thrust toward my hand. I rub him roughly through his clothes, doing it just the way I like it. He’s not complaining. His breaths come out sharp and quick. My own cock hardens and several filthy thoughts flitter through my mind. I ignore them all, focusing on just him.
“Ryder, Ryder, Ryder,” he chants, over and over again in the barest whisper. “Oh God.”
“I make you feel good. Not him.”
“Y-Yes. Fuck.”
Pleasure floods through me at his agreement. I work him easily into a frenzy that has him squeezing my other hand so tight I’m surprised my fingers don’t snap off. And then, with a sigh of ultimate relief, he tenses.
His dick pulsates in my grip. Knowing he’s soaking the inside of his boxers with cum has me grinning stupidly. Everything’s too raw with our emotions right now, but I ache to tease him about it. Later, when he takes a piss and sees the sticky evidence of what we did, he’ll think of me. Not Logan. Me.
“Anything you need, Ro, you come to me,” I remind him. “No one but us needs to know. It’s safe for you this way.”
“Thank you.”
His breathy words are so sweet I can’t help but seek his face out in the dark. I press a kiss to his damp skin, my face bumping his glasses in the process. Gently, I reach up and pluck them off his face before setting them on his chest.