Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I watch as he strokes his swollen member, lightly squeezing with each pass. Before I can think better of it, I'm slipping my hand into the front of my stretchy yoga pants that have never done a day of yoga in their life.
My fingers go to my engorged clit, and I realize how freaking wet I am. I’m soaked through my panties. I pretend he’s thinking about me as he touches himself because I know he doesn’t have anything up on his computer screen right now.
Ronan starts to stroke himself after I follow his pace, unable to stop myself. It’s shameless and terrible, but I can’t find the will to care. His abs flex, and he stretches out his legs further, flexing those thick, muscular thighs. Thinking about them alone is enough to make me come.
“Ronan.” I moan my orgasm, quickly pushing forward. That never happens to me. A lot of the time I can’t get myself all the way there, but I’m not having that problem right now. His grunts grow louder.
“Ellie,” he whispers under his breath as he starts to come.
My body goes off, the orgasm hitting me hard. Ronan’s name slips from my lips. I fall back into my chair as my breath comes out in small pants.
I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip as I lift my head to see Ronan staring right at his computer screen, almost like he can see me. His release is all over his abs, and his cock is still hard. It takes a second for my mind to catch up.
He said my name. No. I shake my head. That’s impossible. Not even Tova or Cosima know my real name. That’s my head playing with me. I imagined it for sure. That orgasm actually blew my mind and made me think I heard him speak my name.
Ronan leans forward, his face coming closer to the screen. I keep my eyes locked on him. My stomach dips as I feel the butterflies that I have heard others talk about before.
“Ronan.” I say his name, but there isn’t a reaction. It’s like I’m in a trance unable to pull away. Until an alarm on my system dings, jerking me back to reality. “Oh shit.”
I begin to back out while simultaneously attempting to cover my tracks.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I say it over and over again until I’m fully out.
My heart thuds in my chest, my screen now black. I notice that my hands have a slight shake to them. I ball them into fists a few times before I grab my shit, getting out of the coffee shop as quickly as I can.
I throw my stuff across the cab of the truck as I hop in and take off. I don’t head toward home. I fucked up. I push harder on the gas, going in the opposite direction of home. I don’t stop until I’m out of the city.
When I find an empty road, I pull over. Getting out of my truck, I go toward the back, climb in, open the toolbox, and grab one of the burner phones. I do something I never do.
I call for help.
It rings a few times before Zero answers, but he doesn’t speak.
“It’s Marks.”
“Okay,” he responds.
“What’s going on?” I hear a sleepy Cosima say in the background.
“It’s all right,” he tells her. “Go back to sleep, sweetness.”
A wave of emotion crashes over me. He’s so good with her, always taking care, wanting the best for her. I’m into a guy, and I might have just gotten him killed or put a target on his head.
“What’s the problem?” he says a few seconds later.
“I fucked up.”
“Must be bad if you’re calling me.” Isn’t that the truth? I’m always solo. That’s why Bruce and I bicker so much. He prefers teams. The last time I was supposed to go in, it was with a big group, and I tapped out, taking off.
“I might have put a target on Ronan’s head.”
“Ronan is a living target.”
“I’m not joking,” I growl.
"Ronan can take care of himself."
"But someone knows I'm watching him. They might go after him."
"He can handle himself. That I can promise you."
"Damn it, Zero, you have no clue who I'm talking about."
"It doesn't matter. It's late, and my wife is asleep. I'll be in touch tomorrow." He kills the line. I stare at the phone like a dummy. I clench it in my hand, debating what to do. I stand, dropping it in the bed of the truck, stomping on it before I grab another.
I’ll call Ronan and warn him. Easy enough. I can do this. I could go there too. Telling him in person might actually be a better idea. That could mean literally bringing danger to his doorstep, though. I chew on my bottom lip, debating what to do. I’ve stayed away from their family estate, but now Cyberius might know about Ronan. He’ll use him against me.