Falling For You (Love In All Seasons #2) - Frankie Love Page 0,8
between my thighs, feeling myself, and I lift a leg, so I can better touch my cunt. I groan as I dip a finger inside myself, thinking about Ronan’s mouth sucking my clit as he got me off. I grind my finger deep, adding a second, and using my other hand to stroke my hood in tight circles.
My release coats my hand and I don’t stop until I’ve completely finished. I’ve been touching myself for years, but I finally have a real man to dream of as I finger fuck myself.
Dropping my leg, and catching my breath, I notice that the storm seems to have passed, but the snow is so high. In the distance, I see my car half buried. There’s no way to get out of this pass until some snow clears.
The bedchamber is empty, and I tiptoe out toward the staircase, wondering where Ronan went. I smell coffee and let my nose lead me toward a kitchen. In the back of my mind, I can’t help but feel grateful that my dad isn’t worried about where I’ve gone. It’s like the perfect little escape, to have come here like I did.
But last night didn’t feel like an escape. It felt like a beginning.
“Hello, sleepyhead,” Ronan says as I enter the kitchen. “Coffee?”
I grin. “Please.”
He hands me a beautiful teacup in lieu of a mug, and I notice the collection of porcelain cups lining the wall, along with several teapots. It’s charming, but I can’t quite put my finger on what is off about this man living here all by himself.
But in the moment, I only want to focus on one thing: Ronan. I stir in cream and sugar, giddy to be here next to him, already noticing how much softer he looks in the light of day. Maybe the night of pleasure wasn’t just to satiate me. Maybe Ronan needed it as badly as I did.
He wears a robe and the view of his chest, ripped with muscles, and the tawny hair on his chest is practically begging me to hold on tight and not let go. I am tempted beyond reason, but I know that I need some coffee and breakfast before I consider another romp. Ronan butters some toast for us before joining me in a breakfast nook overlooking the mountains. The white snow is blindingly bright, and it casts streams of light across the window-filled room.
“So where were you headed last night?” Ronan asks. It’s interesting how we truly don’t know much about each other, except for our need for one another.
“Home. To my dad’s. I am finishing up my teaching degree at Spokane Valley College, and was headed home for the holidays.” I lift a piece of toast to my mouth. “I planned on surprising him and attending the annual Hollow’s End holiday party. It’s always fun to see everyone all dressed up.”
Ronan raises an eyebrow. “You’re from Hollow’s End?”
“Yep. Born and raised. What about you? Are you coming to the holiday party?”
He shakes his head. “I wasn’t invited.”
I scrunch up my face. “Why not? Everyone goes. You’re only ten miles out of town. Surely they want you there.” I know how diligent the small-town council is about making sure everyone in town is included. “They get someone to dress up as Santa and kids dress as elves. It’s always such a festive time, and Hollow’s End could use the extra holiday cheer this year. The ladies who run the bridge club will bring mulled cider and yummy cakes and a choir from the local church will sing carols.”
Ronan frowns. “I don’t know why I wasn’t invited but I wasn’t. I get the impression this town doesn’t really like me, though I haven’t figured out why.”
I take a sip of my coffee, trying to figure Ronan out. “And you live here all alone? What about work?”
“I work from home.” He crosses his arms, his jaw taut, as if he is uncomfortable.
Something is shifting, and I don’t understand it “What do you do?”
“I’m the general contractor for the Lachlan Group. It’s the family business.”
My body goes as cold as the snow outside the window. “Lachlan? As in Lachlan Resorts?”
A hint of a smile splays across Ronan’s face and he leans in. “You know the name?”
I cut him off. “Lachlan Resorts screwed over Hollow’s End.” And my father, in particular. “Surely you know that?” Looking around the massive kitchen it all begins to