“Aye,” he replied, his voice cracking, still thick from sleep. “Startin’ out a good one so far, like.”
I chuckled, easing back just enough to let Ronan roll himself over to face me. I ignored the flare of panic that hit me as he leant in and I let him kiss me. Just like the night before, the intensity of it rocked me, driving a wrecking ball through my reservations. When Ronan opened his mouth, inviting a deeper kiss, I was helpless but to give him what he wanted. It wasmaddeninghow good this felt, natural, like it was meant to be. Shite – since when had I become a feckin’ soppy twat?
“What’s the time, now?” Ronan asked between kisses, already breathless as that incredible magnetism kicked in between us.
“Dunno,” I muttered. “Don’t care, neither.” I delved my tongue into his mouth, making him groan. The noise of it shot straight to my dick, already hard and primed for another round.
“Hold up, aye?” Ronan gasped, squirming away from me. “Need ta check the time.”
With a grumble, I reluctantly let him slip from my arms but not before noticing that I wasn’t the only one that had been enjoying our early morning roll about. He was still naked from the night before and I eyed Ronan’s body greedily, palming my cock beneath the covers, as he shuffled to the end of the bed and snatched up his jeans from the floor. Checking his pockets, he eventually located his phone. He tapped the screen to wake it up and groaned, head falling back.
“I gotta go.”
I scowled. “Like feck y’do.”
Ronan got to his feet before I could make a grab for him. He smirked at me, tugging his boxers back on.
“Me ma and Darragh’d be wonderin’ where I’d got ta,” he said. “I never miss me breakfast, like. Y’want ‘em askin’ questions, aye?”
At that, I laughed and scrubbed a hand down my face. “A’right, fine, but I’d be seein’ ya later, aye?”
The smile Ronan cast me made my stomach turn over. He leant in over the bed, resting his weight in his arms to kiss me.
“Aye, f’sure. Y’got much on f’the day yourself?” He got up and hopped into his jeans before fastening the waistband.
“Dunno, like. Suppose I’d best be checkin’ in wi’ Dec. Make sure he’d not drowned, face down in his wee buffer’s pussy.”
Ronan laughed. “Sounds like a way ta go.”
I met his eye, holding it for a moment. “Can think o’ better, now.”
“Charmer.” Ronan dragged his t-shirt on over his head. “Gimme y’number. I’ll catch up wi’ Darragh an’ find out whats on the cards an’ drop ya a wee message, aye?”
His phone was thrown to me and I caught it, opening up the contacts to type in my mobile number. I saved my details under the name ‘Top Ride’ and closed it down, fighting a smirk as I handed the phone back. I’d let Ronan discover that one later.
“Sound, thanks fella.” He pointed a finger at me. “Ya’d best be behavin’ yourself ‘til later, y’hear?”
I couldn’t have grinned wider if I’d tried, tucking my arms behind my head. “Ah, not sure I’d be makin’ any promises, like.”
Ronan simply shook his head with exasperation before clambering over the bed to kiss me. I grasped him by the nape, preventing him from pulling away as I returned it passionately. Another of those soft fucking moans that drove me wild slipped from him and it took all I had not to drag him down into the bed beside me. Ronan eventually pulled away and with one last chaste kiss, he got back to his feet.
“Catch ya in a wee while, like.”
“Already lookin’ forward ta it.”
Though he smiled, Ronan flipped me off before disappearing out of the door and I chuckled.
Alone once more, I released a heavy sigh and stared up at the ceiling. Fuck. I’d broken all of my rules with Ronan. What did that mean for us now? What we had couldn’t last, both of us only in town for the fair. After the weekend was done, he’d be heading off one way and me the other. Just thinking about it had my chest aching, though I’d never had admitted it out loud.
A loud knock at the door made me jump, instantly snapping out of my thoughts. I frowned with a smile. Ronan had only been gone two minutes. Had he forgotten something?
I dragged myself up out of my bed, pausing only to hastily step into my boxers before swinging the door open. It wasn’t Ronan, but Declan. My palms grew sweaty. He must have only missed Ronan leaving here this morning by minutes…
“Feckin’ hell, is it not yourself. I’d be startin’ ta forget what ya look like,” I teased, brazening out my nerves.
Declan grinned up at me. “Aye, well I’d be havin’ better things ta do than hang ‘bout wi’ y’ugly mug, now.” His eyes dropped to my attire. “Y’mind slingin’ some clothes on there, fella? Too early ta be face ta face wi’ y’wee mickey, aye?”
I laughed, stepping away from the door. “Y’comin’ in?”
