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“Fuck. You’re so wet. You like this, eh? Do you like the idea of getting caught? Do you want people to see me lick that gorgeous pussy of yours?”
She had officially lost her mind. But she didn’t care. The only thing that occupied her thoughts was if he planned to let her come soon, because she was in desperate need of an earth-shattering release.
The man was her kryptonite. She was putty in his hands. He could slap her butt, eat her out, and fuck her hard for all he wanted.
“You’re gorgeous, Fi. I want to remember you like this forever. Look at your nipples, baby.”
He tugged her dress down. “How hard they are and how they point up beggin’ me to suckle them. Fuck. That’s hot.”
She glanced at her breasts, but she was more intoxicated by the heated look Ronan gave her.
Not only lust, but also pure love shone in his eyes. She smiled before she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the brick wall behind her.
His tongue swirled around her clit before he lapped at her again. Over and over again, he kissed and licked her pussy. Ronan worshipped her as his scruff glistened from her juices.
He stuck his tongue inside of her and rubbed her clit with his index finger. The rougher he did it, the more tingles she got.
“Ah, I’m almost there. Keep doing that. Oh, please…”
He replaced his tongue with his fingers and sucked her clit. Hard.
She slammed the palms of her hands beside her against the wall. Stars detonated before her eyes. Her legs trembled as her pussy fell apart around his lips and fingers.
“I love you,” she said with a sigh, still coming down from her high.
He snickered before he planted a wet kiss right on her lips. She wasn’t a big fan of that but wasn’t in any state to complain.
“I love you, too, Red. Only you.”
18
Ronan
Ronan danced on his feet around the ring at Duncan’s Dojo. He liked to bring out the best in his sparring partners and enjoyed seeing the improvements Ryleigh Walker had made in the past few months.
He was surprised she hadn’t taken the bait already. He was testing her and was ready to rail her in hook, line and sinker.
Ryleigh jabbed his chin with her glove and he felt instant pride swell up in his chest. She wasn’t distracted by his footwork. She kept her wits about her.
When he had seen her fighting that time, Keenan also first laid eyes on her. He was impressed by her gracious skills against her opponent, who went by the name Paula the Plower.
He respected the hell out of her courage, as The Plower had several inches and pounds on Ryleigh. His brother Duncan instantly offered to train Ryleigh because, as a former MMA champion, he spotted her talent from a mile away.
“Did you leave your concentration somewhere else today?” She snickered after landing him a sucker punch to his gut. Forty-eight-hours after Pops’ surprise celebration party, and there was no way denying his mind was still on the alley of Lucky’s.
Even though he’d been with Fianna from the age of sixteen till twenty-three, it had never been better or hotter between them. He couldn’t believe they did it at Lucky.
Ryleigh knocked his stupid smile from his face. Ronan never sparred with women before Ryleigh; he simply had no use for it, as he always had the upper hand. Ryleigh was an exception to the rule. Man, she sure kept him on his toes.
Duncan called it time, and they tapped their gloves together.
“Do you want to head back to my place? Keenan is making something Emmy concocted, and he’s testing it out for the first time.”
Keenan’s cooking was almost as good as his cousin Emmy’s. Since Fianna would hang out with Mae and Emmy tonight, there was no use for him going home alone and miss out on Keenan’s home cooking.
“Sure. I’ll do you a favor and eat some of the man’s food. But you’ll owe me one.”
Ryleigh laughed. “You‘re so full of it.”
