He’s not alone in that sentiment. The more time I spend with Ronan Rivers, the more time I want to spend with him.
My fantasies aren’t just sexual either. I fantasise about making breakfast for him. Coming home to him.
This was supposed to be one night, and it’s turned into every night and, worryingly, it’s still nowhere near enough.
His face dips to my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipples. My orgasm builds higher and higher with each thrust.
‘Come for me, baby.’
Every inch of my skin tingles and hums with the promise of hot, white pleasure. Lust lances through every single cell in my body until I can’t hold on a second longer and I explode, my core clenching Ronan’s cock, coaxing him to his own climax. I’m still spiralling as he spills himself inside of me.
Feeling more satisfied and sated than I’ve ever felt in my life, I rest my head on his chest and doze in his arms beneath the summer sun.
‘Savannah, are you home?’ My father’s voice cuts into the delicious dream I was knee-deep in. ‘I’ve come to trim the bushes.’
‘Fuck.’ I bolt upright and turn to Ronan. ‘Your shorts! Where are your shorts?’ Sometime in the throes of passion, I’d flung them across the lawn.
‘Who’s that?’ Ronan whispers, rocking up to his feet. He’s stark bollock naked and never looked more glorious with the sunlight illuminating his sweat-glistening torso, but, if my dad catches him here, I will have more explaining to do than it’s worth.
‘It’s my dad.’ I grab my bikini bottoms and drag them up my legs. ‘He maintains the garden.’
‘Shit.’ He cups his privates in both hands, but it’s so large it’s still exposed.
The two of us scan the vicinity for his shorts, but we’re nowhere near quick enough.
Stuart appears from around the side of the house. He’s wearing khaki-coloured cargo shorts and a camel-coloured t-shirt. Raybans do absolutely nothing to mask the neatly trimmed eyebrows that shoot skywards when he sees us.
His feet root to the spot as his jaw hits the floor. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again as he looks anywhere but at me. ‘Well, I can honestly say there’s a first for everything.’
Ronan squats, and finally locating his shorts, holds them over his groin.
‘Dad, I err…’ My cheeks flame and mortification melts me from the inside out. ‘I wasn’t expecting you today.’
‘So I see.’ He shoves the Raybans on his head, pupils daring to dart between Ronan and me. Ronan’s shorts are finally in position, but I swear Stuart’s beady eyes hover over my man’s torso with an awestruck appreciation.
I clear my throat. ‘This is er…’
My boyfriend?
My fuck buddy?
The man who has my heart?
The man who calls me his?
‘Ronan Rivers, pleased to meet you, sir.’ Ronan steps forward. His hand rises an inch like he’s thinking about extending it for a handshake, but then he seems to think better of it.
‘I know who you are.’ Stuart’s voice is mockingly stern, but his body language is positively relaxed. ‘What I didn’t know is that you’re sleeping with my daughter.’
‘I’m not just sleeping with her…I’m obsessed with her, sir. And I have been for a very long time,’ Ronan admits boldly.
Stuart bites back a surprised smile and despite the awkwardness of the situation, my stomach somersaults.
I cough to mask my shock. ‘He’s teasing you, Ro. Don’t mind him.’ I swat his arm. ‘Dad, stop staring at my –’ My what? ‘At Ronan, or I’ll tell Steve you were perving on another guy.’
Stuart straightens himself and turns away. ‘Now now, Savannah, we all know how jealous he can get. No need to upset him. Though he will be delighted at this unexpected turn of events. We might just get a wedding out of you yet, young lady.’
I pick up the flip-flop discarded by the day bed and fling it at him. ‘From the day you adopted me, you’ve done nothing but try to palm me off on someone else.’
