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She slapped his arm, and he bit his bottom lip so he wouldn’t bust out laughing. Ava turned on her side with her thumb in her mouth, probably done with the story all together.
Fianna thought back about that night at Ronan’s house. His father worked all night at the pub ever since Ronan’s mother died when Ronan had been six-years-old. Ronan’s oldest brother, Brennan, was the one in charge, but he’d been away on a date that night.
She’d been fifteen and had been crushing on Ronan for years. She’d spun the bottle, and it pointed to his friend sitting next to Ronan.
Ronan had gotten up from his spot, walked around the circle of their friends, and pulled a shocked Fianna from the floor. He had kissed her like his life depended on it and nobody dared to argue that the bottle hadn’t pointed at him. After their scorching kiss, he’d declared the game done with.
“You remember, don’t you?” Ronan asked.
The memories washed over her. She needed a moment to catch her breath.
“The first time I asked you to be my girlfriend, you laughed in my face,” he whispered and chuckled at the memory. They were sixteen, and he had been driving her around for three weeks after getting his driver’s license. He’d figured taking her to the drive-through, to see her friends and to the movies, was enough to win her over. But she knew a guy like Ronan loved the chase. She made him work for it even longer.
“I should have gone with my gut,” Fianna said, and quickly stuck out her tongue to let him know she was only joking. She’d been heartbroken for years. But as their eyes locked, she realized she didn’t regret taking a chance on Ronan when they were sixteen.
Laying in this makeshift twin bed, with the only light source a bunny night lamp and the soft snores of Dean and Ava between them, the Ronan Mills that still held her heart appeared.
She still craved the rough, dominating but protective side of Ronan. Having this rugged, foulmouthed brute of a man worship the ground she walked on was like a dangerous high.
After having a taste of belonging to Ronan Mills again, she was hooked. It was the whole reason for going back for seconds and thirds of their on-again-off-again-teenage-young-adult-romance.
Glancing down at her favorite tight yoga pants and cute green sweater shouldn’t make her giddy because such outfit used to drive the man absolutely nuts in the past.
He broke the silence and whispered, “They’re sleeping. Let’s go.”
She nodded and Ronan picked up Dean’s toddler bed with him still in it and gently put it at its original spot in the bedroom. Ronan, being strong like a giant came in handy.
Ronan grabbed her hand when they walked out into the hallway. She turned around and before she could say anything or second-guess; he led her two doors down the hall—into the guest room.
The mere idea of being alone again with that beast of a man with his glorious muscular body, his stupid lopsided grin and too big for his own good ego made her belly flutter and her skin prickle with excitement.
On the other hand, she immediately put her guard up for that very reason. Never once did any man come close to making her feel what she felt for him.
Ronan closed the door to the guest room behind him and she took a few steps backwards until the back of her suddenly weak knees hit the bed. Her heart pounded as she licked her lips in anticipation. He followed the movement of her tongue and the hunger in his eyes must have mirrored hers, because in the next moment he pounced on her.
12
Ronan
Ronan couldn’t believe it when he’d walked in on Fianna telling the twins that story about some warrior knight. Without being told, he just knew in his gut that she’d pictured him as she made up that story. His chest swelled with pride at the idea of Fianna regarding him in that light. It also gave him hope.
Laying with her in the dark, with the twins falling to sleep in between them, something shifted between them. He had her all alone, in the guest bedroom in his brother’s home. The twins were fast asleep. His brother and his wife were out for the weekend, and after years and years of snarky comments and snide remarks between them, their souls finally connected again.
Her porcelain skin flushed a deeper shade of pink the longer he stared at her. Ronan recognized the lustful look in her eyes. That exact look in his dreams had haunted him for years. He closed the distance between them.
“I’m not sure we should be doing this,” she said when his fingers found her nape.
“It’s going to be okay, Red. I’ve got you.”
She sighed against his chest and accepted his warm embrace. He stroked her hair out of her face and she glanced up at him.
“I don’t know if I want to get caught by you…”
Sadly enough, he knew exactly what she’d meant.
“You can’t keep running from me—from this,” he motioned a finger between them.
He coaxed her lips to open, as he knew exactly how his little love bite on her bottom lip would turn her on.
