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The walls are dark, the furniture is dark, the kitchen is dark, and even the lighting is a moody yellow instead of bright white. The dark mahogany beams that spread the length of the ceiling nicely match the fully stocked bar in the corner of the den.
The only brightly colored room I’ve seen is mine. It looks nothing like the rest of the apartment and has me wondering if they decorated it just for me. That would be silly, right?
Its cream-colored walls surround a large cast iron bed frame. It’s the most enormous bed I’ve ever slept on… by a long shot. The white satin sheets felt like heaven against my skin. Several small plants are scattered throughout the room, and black picture frames housed black-and-white photos of different beaches. While the space is beautiful and incredibly relaxing, it almost feels fake. It feels like what they thought I would enjoy. Not that I can blame them. They don’t know me.
There aren’t any family photos in the rest of the apartment except two small images hanging on the side of the fridge. It’s an older-looking woman. She isn’t old enough to be a grandparent, so I assume that’s their mom. She has long, gorgeous black hair with piercing blue eyes, the color of the deepest ocean blue. Her smile is a mile wide and between two perfectly placed dimples. I see where Ronan and Mac get their good looks from. I wonder why Finn doesn’t look anything like them. Maybe he’s adopted?
The other photo is of a younger couple in front of a cafe downtown. The man has perfect dirty blonde hair, while hers is a stunning shade of gold, the kind women pay hundreds of dollars for. They’re laughing at each other over the brim of their mugs. They look so in love. I make a mental note to find out more information about him later. I have to be careful not to ask too many questions. They say they’re here to protect me.
Curiosity did kill the cat… or so they say.
After a while, nobody else comes out to join me, so I make my way back to my room to shower. I usually shower before bed, but all I wanted to do last night was curl up under the covers: sleep or no sleep.
Walking past the room closest to mine, I hear a strange noise. I should walk away; it’s none of my business. But, my curiosity trumps my common sense, like always.
The door is slightly open, and I peek through the crack. My brain takes a second to catch up to my eyes, and I finally piece together what I’m seeing. Through the bedroom, I see directly into the open bathroom and find Ronan in the shower. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting his snooping house guest to be staring at him.
Jokes on him.
My jaw goes slack as I scan his body. It’s just… he’s just… wow. Mac’s upper body was covered in tattoos, but it’s nothing compared to Ronan’s. There is something so dark yet inviting about the artwork that covers their skin. Ink covers his arms and torso from his fingertips to his neck. The entirety of one leg is filled with an intricate design, and it seems as if he has only just started with the other one.
His hand and lands on the steamy glass of the shower door, and a low noise escapes his lips. Just now, I notice his other hand is firmly wrapped around his dick. It’s easily the biggest one I’ve seen in my life. I mean, I only have a few to compare it to but still. What that would feel like.
Ronan strokes himself eagerly from root to tip, and I can feel the warmth stirring inside me.
As he begins pumping faster, I find myself firmly planted against the door frame. I should walk away. I should let him finish in privacy… but I can’t. I want to see the face he makes as he finds his release.
Before I can argue with myself any longer, his eyes snap open and meet mine. Instead of stopping, he begins to move even faster. His mouth hangs open as his gaze holds mine across the room. The entire scene makes my pussy throb, and I pinch my thighs together to relieve the pressure. I’m dying to slide my hand down my wet panties, but I stay still.
His eyes still locked with mine, Ronan’s face curls as he comes all over the glass with a roar.
He stands up straight and removes his hand from the glass. With that, my breath comes out in a quick exhale, and I realize what just happened. I just watched Ronan masturbate. Oh. My. God. I back away from the door and make a mad dash to my room.
I close my door all the way and lock it. I don’t want him storming in here. He’s going to be so pissed off. He specifically told me to stay out of his way.
“That was so stupid, Harp,” I snap at myself.
But he saw me, and he didn’t stop. If anything, it only got him more excited.
Ahh! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!
7
Harper
An hour later, after a cold shower, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to leave this room and run into Ronan, but I have questions. I wasn’t afraid last night, and I sure as shit will not start being afraid of them now.
I pull on the outfit I came here in, take a deep breath and open my door. I hear the three of them talking in the kitchen. Mac is sitting on the stool he found me on this morning, Finn in the spot next to him, and Ronan leans against the counter on the other side of the kitchen.
My god, do they look delicious.
Finn looks as put together as last night, sporting a navy blue suit with a black shirt and shoes. He isn’t wearing a tie today and has the top button of his shirt undone. I can see part of a phrase tattooed across his chest.
I wonder what it says?
I quickly look Mac up and down. He’s changed from his gray sweatpants and is dressed far more casually than Finn. He’s barefoot and wearing light-wash jeans that look like they hug his thighs in all the right places. Much to my disappointment, he has a shirt on now. His slate gray Henley has the sleeves rolled up, and I can see the artwork I got a show of this morning.
I couldn’t tell you exactly what the hell Ronan is wearing because I’m afraid to look at him. Honestly, I’m scared to even be near him. I know they said I’d be safe here, but that was before he caught me spying on him, masturbating in the shower not more than an hour ago.
