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)
“No.” His brows lift in surprise. I’m always down for a snack, if I remember to eat. I can be forgetful about the small things in life. It’s strange the things I can and can’t manage. I suppose the brain is like all other operating systems; it can only handle so much.
"Are you not feeling okay?" His eyes search my face.
"I'm fine," I huff, snatching the brush from his hand. "I think I'll go to bed now." I drop the brush down on the sink counter. Ronan folds his arms over his chest, blocking the doorway.
“You sure you’re not hungry?”
“I’m not hangry.” I stomp my foot like a petulant child. “I thought there was a bug.” I lie to cover being a brat. Ronan stands there, unmovable and unreadable. “Move.”
“No.”
“So we’ll just stand here then.” I fold my arms over my chest too, matching him. “Unless you have other things to do. I’m sure Janet made you something to eat as a thank you.”
Janet does make the best freaking Reese's Pieces cookies. They should be outlawed in every state. I keep that to myself. No need for Ronan to know any more about Janet than he already does.
“The pregnant lady?”
“Everyone has their kinks.” I have sadly come up against all kinds of porn. You can run right into that shit on the web. There is a kink for everything. I’m not judging, or I wasn’t until I thought Ronan might be into a thing that wasn’t me.
“And you think I’m into pregnant chicks?” I shrug. Ronan’s eyes drop to my stomach. “I wasn’t before, but I’m sure you could change that for me.” My hand goes to my tummy, where there is a strange flutter.
“Are you saying…” I trail off. Babies and kids have never been on my radar before. A lot of things aren’t. I tend to live week by week, never knowing where I might land. It’s wearing, but it keeps everyone safe. This is turning out to be the longest I’ve stayed put anywhere in a long time.
I don’t hate the idea. The whole package really. Being able to settle somewhere is really starting to sound nice. I could try and learn to make Reese's cookies. Though the last time I cooked was with Cosima, and we almost burnt down the villa.
“That the thought of you carrying my baby turns me on? Yeah, it fucking does.” I suck in a breath, but I’m still irritated.
“Well, that’s not possible.” I put my hands on his chest and push. Ronan stands there unfazed. “Move.”
“No.”
“Holy guacamole!”
“Are you sure you’re not hungry?”
“You know what? I—” Ronan wraps an arm around me, his hand going to my ass, where he gives a small squeeze.
“Or are you hungry for something else?” He pulls me flush toward him, his cock digging into my stomach. “We both know the Janet comment was bullshit. You’re frustrated.”
“Maybe I only want your attention.” I press my lips together the second the words leave my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Even though it’s the truth. It’s his fault that I’ve become addicted to his attention and don’t want to share him with anyone else.
“You always have my attention, little fox. I make nice around here for you.”
“Really?” I stare up at him.
“You’ve been watching me. Am I all chummy with people making small talk? Going out of my way for them if they aren’t my family?” I shake my head no. Ronan keeps to himself. The silent, intimidating giant in the corner. He hasn’t been that way here. “They’re your people. That makes them my people.”
“That’s really sweet.” He always says and does the right things when it comes to me. “You do too much for me. I can’t live up to that.” Ronan is going to get sick of my bullshit. Hell, I get sick of my bullshit. I think that’s my biggest fear now that I have him in my life.
“I haven’t asked you to do anything.”
"See, that's what I mean."
"I didn't say there aren't things I want from you."
"Oh." I lick my lips. "What are they? I might do them."
"You can't do them, babe." He gives my ass another squeeze.
"Why not?" I protest. Now I want to do them. "Is this reverse psychology?"
"No," he chuckles. The sound has me relaxing more into him. I feel his cock jerk between us. "What I want from you, you can't give. I've got to earn it." His other hand sinks into my hair, fisting a handful. "You keep being you. That's all I want right now."
"Are you sure?" That doesn’t sound like enough. I shift against him, making sure to press harder on his cock. "There are other things."
"You need release?"
"I'm talking about you," I rush to say.
"You want to please me, little fox?" My head is already nodding before I can form the words. I do want to please him. "I want the words. Crack that door open and I'll go through it.” Is that what he's been waiting for? For me to give him the green light?