“I think my mother would entirely disagree with you.”
“It’s not your mother’s life. I thought you were coming to realize that.”
He spoke in a tone that almost sounded disapproving, and her heart took a hit. Oscar had always sided with her mother in everything. No one had ever encouraged her to be her own person, but Ronan did all the time. It was confusing as hell, but really nice all at the same time.
“You’re right.” She wanted to ask him something, but felt like she may be pushing it if she did.
“Ask.”
She growled. “Stop doing that!”
It was like he was in her head half the time, and though it freaked her the hell out, it was actually rather nice, too.
“Ask me what you want to know.” He spoke firmly, and when he did that, there was no arguing with him. She prepared herself for the embarrassment she was certain was heading her way.
“I just wondered if you’ve done that before.” The corner of her bottom lip was being gnawed raw.
“Done what, Destiny?”
She hated it when he did that, too! He knew exactly what she meant, but he’d play dumb, forcing her to actually say the words that she simply was not comfortable hearing from her own mouth. She inhaled. Knowing she’d give in to him anyway, she decided to simply cut to the chase and say it.
“Have you had a woman that you shared sexually that way?”
She wasn’t entirely sure he’d answer. Though she’d shared everything with him about her sexual past, he’d been vague at best, always hiding behind his gentleman’s honor. It made her want to strangle him much of the time.
“Destiny, I’m a very sexual man. I think you’ve probably noticed that about me.”
She very nearly rolled her eyes because of the enormity of the understatement but she stayed quiet and listened, anxious for any new pieces to the puzzle that was Ronan Kelly.
“There’s a lot I enjoy, and my tastes can even be considered extreme in some cases, but I never push a woman past her limits. Her safety and pleasure are always my top priority.”
“That’s not really an answer.” She frowned.
“It’s the answer you’re getting.” He smiled.
She pouted momentarily, then rebounded with, “So you’d be willing to do something like that with me?”
He pushed the strap of her bathing suit off her shoulder and bit her gently then moved along the skin to the curve of her neck and sucked. She began to forget her questions entirely.
Something in his touch always did that to her.
“I’d be willing to help you explore your fantasies and keep you safe while doing so, yes.” He pushed the other strap down.
His hands roamed freely down her sides, along the curve in her waist until they came to rest on her hips.
“Would you like that, Destiny?”
She was trapped in his stare and though she knew what the answer was, she couldn’t force it passed her lips.
He pulled her hips so her pussy rested firm against his hard cock and asked again.
“Would you like that, Destiny?”
She nodded. It was the best she could do. What he was asking her was everything she ever wanted, but her own insecurities would never have allowed her to search for this.
His hands came back up to her shoulders then down, pushing the straps further down her arms. This time the entire top of her bathing suit went with down with them, leaving her breasts exposed above the water. A part of her wanted to duck under, or cover herself with her arms, but somehow she knew that would displease Ronan, and she so wanted to please him. Plus, she had to admit, she found the small moments of exhibitionism he pushed her into exciting.
“Do you know how beautiful you are to me when you submit to me like this?”
He bowed his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned and closed her eyes and simply let the feel of his tongue pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth be everything in that moment.
He splayed his hand wide on her lower back and pressed her closer to him so his face was pushed into her breast. He took a bigger bite of her, and she yelped.
“Hold onto me,” he commanded her, and she immediately obeyed.
He moved his hand inside her swimsuit, finding her folds and pushing his fingers up inside her several times while sucking her nipple as if he needed it to live. He began working her clit, and it only took moments before she was writhing with need.
“Please, Ronan.” She needed to come, but she knew he’d play her until she’d practically lost her sanity.
“Please what, minx?” He mumbled against her breast, her nipple still clenched between his teeth.
“Please, I want to come.” She begged him with a long look, but she saw the refusal in his eyes before he bit down on her nipple making her squeal again.
He reached up into her hair and pulled out the clasp holding it to the top of her head. Once it was freed, he fisted his hand in it and tugged, forcing her head back and her breasts to move even farther out of the water. She loved it when he did that. Something about the caveman maneuver made her weak in the knees and made her brain grow fuzzy. She dissolved into this space of floating somewhere between reality and a dream.
“I love it when you’re exposed like this, Destiny, for me, and for anyone I decide. Is that what you want?”
She thought about the fantasy she told him about.
“That’s what I want.”
“Do you think there are people in these rooms all around the Jacuzzi watching you right now? Do you think they know I have my fingers in your cunt? Do you think there are men in those windows, their hands around their cocks, watching your tits bob above the water, knowing I’m going to make you come?”
She shivered. One part of her brain assured her that no one was watching them, but another part of her brain wanted to put on a show for them, wanted men watching her, wanted to come while they watched. She had never before allowed this side of her personality so much free rein. It scared her a little, but she’d shut it down for so long, and she wanted to embrace it more than anything. She wanted to be bad. She wanted to be a slut, for Ronan at least. She wanted to play out all the secret fantasies she’d been holding inside since she was old enough to start having sexual fantasies.
“You love that they watch, don’t you, Destiny?” He worked his fingers over her clit and tugged her hair again, taking her breath for a moment. “You want them to watch, don’t you?”
“I do,” she answered breathlessly, so desperate to come, so caught up in the fantasy of it all that she didn’t even care about any possible embarrassment. All she cared about was Ronan not stopping. “I want them to watch me. I want them to fuck themselves while they watch.”
She looked into his eyes, wondering if he’d think differently of her now that she had said it all out loud, but his eyes only glowed with passion, and his half smile and earthy growl told her how pleased he was with her.
He pulled her hair so she had to arch back farther. Her breasts clearly above the water line now, he began fucking her with his fingers, his thumb brushing her clit. She was going to fall over the edge any second.
“Don’t come until I tell you. You want to give the men the full show, don’t you?”
A stuttered laugh left her as she grabbed for breath. Sliding her teeth over her lower lip, she felt inordinately sexy in a way she never had before.
“Imagine them, Destiny. The guy right there on the second floor, he’s watching you. He’s got his cock in his hand, and he’s hard and dripping because of how stunning and sexy you are. When you’re like this, Destiny, surrendered to your true personality and on the verge of climax, no one on the planet is more beautiful.”
She couldn’t think. Her breath had seized up. She needed to come.
She writhed against his hand trying to get more satisfaction.
“What do you need from me, minx?” His voice was deep and intimate. It rumbled through her body sending tre
mors across her skin.
“Bite me. Suck on me, please. God, please.”
He didn’t take any time at all acquiescing to her request. He grazed her nipple with his teeth, biting down until she couldn’t tell if she were in pain or just such pleasure she couldn’t absorb it any longer.
She started to tense. Her body tingled from head to toe. She was going to go over, but Ronan hadn’t allowed it yet. She closed her eyes tight and tried to hold back.
She wasn’t going to be able to.
“Oh God” She moaned.
She needed to come. She had to!
Ronan released her nipple, tugged her hair, and nipped her earlobe.
“Please!” She couldn’t wait for his permission. She had to come now!
He moved his mouth along the curve of her neck.
She panted.
She was going to come.
“Come for me, minx. Come for all of us. Let them see how fucking gorgeous you are.”
She screamed.
She knew she shouldn’t have because that would draw attention, but at his command, she spilled over into the most perfect release, and screaming was inevitable. She dug her fingernails so deep into Ronan’s shoulders she was reasonably certain she’d drawn blood. She growled and seized, and her body shook. Good God she’d never felt so much in all her life!
“That’s right, minx. Give us your show. Because I’m going to fuck you senseless in just about forty-three seconds.”
He maneuvered her, and while she was still in the after throes of her climax, she felt his cock ram into her body and sent another wave of tumult through her system.
“Oh God, yes! Fuck me!”
He rammed his body up into hers repeatedly, and with every thrust, shivers swam out over her body. She couldn’t tell if she were still coming or if her body was just so supersensitive now that it felt like she was.
“This may be bumpy, minx.” He spat the words out, sounding strained.
The next she knew, he was hoisting her out of the water, sitting her on the side. He had his cock in his hand and was finishing himself. Before she could entirely assimilate what he was doing, cum started to spurt from his tip, hitting her bare stomach and running down her skin. Several ropes of the hot sticky substance shot high enough to cover her breasts. She ran her finger over her nipple, spreading his cum over it, then sucked her finger into her mouth.
His gaze ignited. He growled and jerked his cock three last times before he shoved his hand into her hair again, this time pulling her forward and ravaging her mouth for one long decadent moment before he pulled himself beside her on the concrete, threw a large towel over the both of them and pulled her down flat into his arms.
“You please me, Destiny. So much.” He kissed the top of her head. “You have no idea.”
She was warm and lethargic and didn’t think she could move if someone offered to pay her. She purred with contentment and snuggled into Ronan’s side and down into the towel until she was covered to her nose. She was fighting against sleep, the kind of satisfied sleep you never wanted to wake up from, but she tried to keep some of her wits about her. They were still by the pool after all, and they’d been damn lucky not to have gotten caught, but there was no guarantee how long that luck would hold out for.
“If you weren’t serious before, Des, this is the time to say so.”
She lifted herself partway up to be able to look down into his eyes. Of course, she knew exactly what he meant, and she’d been one hundred percent serious, but it was a lot easier to admit that when she was aroused and in that weird drifty state he pushed her to.
“I was serious.”
He smiled at her warmly and caressed her head.
“I thought you were. You please me, minx.”
She had no idea what she just put into play, but she felt in that moment a lot like the safety bar had come down and the roller coaster was about to leave the station, and she’d better hold on for her life!
Chapter Nine
“I need to know what happened between you and Destiny.” Ronan was ordinarily blunt, but he was not ordinarily the kind of man who cared where another man’s cock had been. In this case, however, he felt he needed the information. Since it seemed such a raw subject for Destiny, Aiden was the only other option.
“I’m sorry, were we having a conversation where I said, ‘peel my skin back and watch me bleed?’” Aiden immediately crossed his arms over his chest.
“Look, you know me. I’m not into idle gossip, and it won’t go any further, but I need to know what happened.” Ronan hoped he wouldn’t have to go further than that with an explanation, but feared he might.
“I do know you. I also know that Destiny’s not your type, so why don’t we just leave it there?”
“Who my type is or is not isn’t your business.” He was irritated now.
“Well, who I’ve fucked and what happened during that time isn’t your business either, so it sounds like we’re even.”
He walked away and pretended to examine a long white curtain along one edge of a large-scaled window. A sliver of sunlight came flooding in from where he pulled back the curtain, illuminating the dust hanging in the air. Standing in one of the two grand ballrooms, Ronan had to admit, the room was showing its age. Still, the contractor in him saw her potential. It had a fifteen-foot ceiling, beautiful old-world moldings, and one wall boasting floor-to-ceiling windows looking over a garden complete with gazebo and fountain. In contractor vernacular, she had good bones.
They were awaiting Destiny and a designer Aiden was contemplating hiring so this wasn’t the best time for this conversation, but Ronan found it eating away at him day and night. The more time he spent with her, the more he saw the open wound she still carried from that time in her life and worse, the more he saw her decision to sacrifice any happiness she may find, in some misguided attempt to atone for the pain she had caused her ex-husband. It needed to stop. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.
“Fine, lets lay it all out then, shall we? I’m with Destiny now. We’ve been together for a while now, but she has enormous walls up, and I thought if you cared at all about her, you’d warn me if I was about to step on some land mine and hurt her.”
Aiden turned to face him head on. “If you’re fucking her, you’re about to hurt her.”
Ronan had seen this side of Aiden only selectively. The look he was getting now was usually reserved for those who’d seriously pissed him off and usually only for people in the corporate world he lived in.
“What Destiny and I are doing isn’t really any of your business. Don’t you have a wife to look out for now?”
Aiden stepped in close and poked Ronan hard in the chest.
“Leave my wife out of it. You hurt her, and they won’t even find your body, understand me?”
Ronan took a deep breath. This wasn’t going well at all, and everything he said seemed to make it worse. The only real option he saw at this point was total honesty, and that wasn’t an option he found particularly attractive
“Back off, Aiden, I’m not trying to hurt anyone. Just explain to me why, if you are so in love with your wife, you feel the need to protect Destiny?”
Aiden ran a hand over the top of his head and through his hair leaving it uncharacteristically ruffled. When he walked a few steps away, his shiny Italian loafers snapped across the hard surface of a would-be dance floor echoing in the otherwise silence of the room.
“Destiny is probably the one thing in my whole life I’d take back, okay?” Aiden looked at him earnestly.
“Now I’m holding back the urge to punch you straight across the jaw, so you’d better explain that.” Ronan flexed the fingers on both hands.
“She’s an amazing, beautiful, sexy woman, Ronan, I’m not denying that. And the time I spent with her was beautiful, but it hurt her, and I can’t forgive myself for that.”
The picture was a little less fuzzy all of a sudden, but not enough so.
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Aiden let out a long sigh then stepped closer and lowered his voice.
“I met Destiny through an employee at a hotel my family owns in Kansas. It was a real fluke sort of a thing, but…” His gaze moved away as if he were remembering the meeting. “There’s just something about her. Something special. The way she laughs, her smile…she sucked me in, and I found myself making excuses to accidentally run into her every time I was in town. I found myself thinking about her and making excuses to be in town.
“I knew she was married, yes, but eleven years ago I didn’t understand what that meant. I mean hell, my mother was my father’s mistress, so what did I know about sanctity of marriage? I was still in my twenties, my head was entirely messed up, and I only cared about how I felt when she was around.”
Ronan was starting to get the picture, but there were still a few crucial pieces missing.
“Did you pressure her into sleeping with you?”
“Of course not!” He ran his hand through his hair again and looked away. “Not specifically.”
“And what does ‘not specifically’ mean exactly?” Ronan felt his blood pressure rising. He liked Aiden, but if he found out that the man had taken advantage of Destiny, he’d fucking kill the son of a bitch.
“I was a selfish, arrogant kid. I probably should have taken her first—or fortieth—‘No’, for an answer, but I didn’t. I kept flirting with her, kept making excuses to be around her, until she finally gave in. I destroyed her, and at the time, I was too stupid to even notice.”
The grief in his tone was the only thing that kept Ronan from pounding the son of a bitch into the drywall.
“So, wait a minute…” Ronan spread out his arms to encompass the ballroom. “All this, this is guilt?”
Ronan’s gut seized. If Destiny ever found out Aiden was doing all this to help her because he felt guilty over their affair, it would destroy her all over again.
“No!” He paused a beat and added a less emphatic, “Yes.” He brought his hands up to cover his face and through them groaned, “I don’t know.”
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