Page 97 of Hunting for her Heart
Slowly, I shake my head. “No, I like the idea. But, selfishly, I hope it doesn’t happen too soon. I want some time alone, getting to know you all better first.”
Ronan pulls me in for a hug as he kisses the top of my head. “Whatever happens, we will always have time for you.”
“Besides,” Bo says as he stands up. “That’s the bonus ofhaving three of us. One can watch the baby while two can… play.” He grins at me and I can’t help but smile back.
“What do we do now?” I ask, gazing around the house.
“We should take you to bed. It’s been a long day,” Ronan says as he lifts me up.
“But the sun is still up,” I argue before a yawn escapes without permission.
“How about this. We go to bed now,” he narrows his eyes at me as he adds, “to sleep, only. Then, first thing in the morning, we will take you to the part of our island that needs healing.”
“You’ll need all the strength you have for that,” Bo says with a chuckle. I get what they are saying: save the sex for tomorrow, because their land needs it.
“Okay,” I agree as Ronan lifts me up and walks through the treehouse toward our new bedroom. Being held in his strong arms as my fingers trail over his bare chest, I start to feel the last bit of tension leave me.
We’re home, we’re safe, and we’re together. There is nothing that stops us from doing whatever we want.
I continue tracing the patterns on Ronan’s chest as I look up at him through my lashes and ask, “Are you sure we have to go to sleep right away?”
I starearound us at the dying forest.
“What happened here?” I ask, looking at the devastation.
“We think it’s some sort of disease that’s spreading.We’ve tried to burn a line in front of it before, hoping that it wouldn’t spread past it, but it didn’t help,” Bo explains.
“I hope I can help,” I say, feeling nervous. “What if I can’t? What if this is beyond my magic?”
“Don’t worry,” Ronan says, stepping in front of me. “Your magic isn’t the reason we love you. If this doesn’t work, we will figure something else out. But for now…” he trails off as his eyes trail down my body in my new outfit.
“For now… what?” I prod him as he continues to stare.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve felt the warmth of my mate wrapped around my cock.”
“Ronan!” I gasp in surprise at his bold words.
“I need you, Willow. Would you deny me?” he asks in earnest. I almost laugh at the desperation in his voice.
“As if I would deny you anything. You could have had me last night if you weren’t so insistent on sleeping,” I tell him with a mock frown.
“Yes, and now I see the error of my ways. I will never hold myself back from having you again.”
Suddenly, he shoves my skirt down and sinks to his knees in front of me. He grabs my ass and yanks my core to his face as his tongue dives in, licking me right up my center.
“Ronan!” I gasp as my hands fly to his head, hanging on to his hair for dear life.
He moans against me before grabbing one of my legs and hoisting it up over his shoulder, opening me up to him.
I almost lose my balance, but Bo suddenly presses against my back and slides his hands up my waist, taking my top with him until it’s tossed to the ground, leaving me completely bare. Apparently, underwear was not something women wear here, or at least that’s what they told me. I’m not sure I believe them.
His hands find my breasts, and he starts to squeeze and pinch and rub until I’m begging for release.
“Please!” I cry, just as Ronan lifts his mouth off me, licking his lips as he gazes up at me.
“I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you come the first time,” he says as he stands up and undoes his clothing, letting it drop to the ground. I reach out and grab his hardness, making him hiss out as I stroke it firmly, desperate to feel him inside of me.
“I need you,” I whisper as he steps closer and kisses me. His lips don’t leave mine as he grabs my thighs, right where they touch my ass, and lifts me up. His hard cock presses right against my core, and I rub myself against him as I’m carried over to the pile of blankets that Hawk had laid out as a makeshift bed. Ronan slowly kneels, still clutching me tightly as I try to convey my need for him with my kiss.
