"Good idea and by then Mom will have him in bed. We can sit on the couch."
"I've heard rumor that my moves are even better on a couch than a dish sink."
I laughed. "All right, well I'm holding you to that."
We finished cleaning up, and I took Ronan's hand and led him out to the small front room. Jack's coloring books and crayons were still covering the coffee table. Ronan sat down, reached under his bottom and pulled out a green crayon.
I took it from him and dropped it on the table, then sat down next to him.
"So, where's your other job?" he asked as he pulled yet another crayon out from underneath his bottom. "Think I've stopped shitting crayons. You said it was a night job?"
This wasn't a subject I was interested in talking about. "It's just a job." I sat up and straddled his lap. It was my ploy to stop the questions about my job, plus I wanted to continue what we'd started in the kitchen. It had been a year since I'd slept with anyone, and my last partner was too selfish to be a good lover. I was happy to break up with him. He'd also set me on my path to leave the dating scene. I figured it would take someone extraordinary to break that resolve, and I was right.
"Now where were we before the bubble interruption?" I whispered. I lifted my sweater, cradled his head in my hands and brought his mouth back to my breast. My pussy rubbed over the hard edge of his fly and the even harder erection behind it.
I paused to listen for the familiar sounds coming from the bedroom letting me know that Mom and Jack were winding down. I could hear Mom speaking softly to Jack, telling him that he'd been a good boy today.
I sighed dejectedly. "I'm sorry. This is hard, having my mom right there just a few feet away." I climbed off. "Hard to feel sexy with them in the next room."
"Well, you're sexy no matter who's in the next room." Ronan turned to me. "My apartment is just ten minutes away, and my brother is in New York, so I know he won't burst in to interrupt us, and trust me, he would and he'd enjoy it. Maybe we could take a quick detour. Or will it be too obvious what we're up to? We could tell her we're going out for ice cream."
I laughed and combed my fingers through his thick hair. "My mom would want a cone. But she won't care if I tell her we're going to your place." I bit my lip. "I guess we could take off for a while since Jack is already in bed."
His gaze held mine for a long moment, and my sense of reason started to overtake my urge to be made love to by this incredible man. "Ronan, I honestly have no room in my life for heartbreak right now. I've got enough things tugging at all my strings."
"I'm right there with you, but I can honestly say, for the first time since I can remember, I'm worried about heartbreak, too.Myheart. Cuz you've got me spinning, Ray. I can't stop thinking about you."
I leaned forward and kissed him. "I'll get my coat and let my mom know. Do you have protection?" I laughed. "Never mind. Stupid question. You've probably got a drugstore supply of them in your nightstand drawer." I got up from the couch.
"Well, I'm feeling really cheap right now."
I stopped and looked back at him with a questioning brow.
Ronan shrugged his massive shoulders. "Yeah, I might have a condom or two."
eighteen
. . .
Ronan
If there was one thing I'd always felt stupidly confident about, it was my skills in bed, but tonight was different. I didn't want to do anything stupid or come off like a sex-crazed animal, even though I was feeling that kind of energy in every muscle in my body. Rachel stirred every inch of me. My pulse was pounding, my muscles were pumping, and my cock was so hard it hurt.
I held Rachel's hand, and we climbed the stairs to the apartment. Music was thrumming in Jen and Esme's apartment. Jen pushed open the door as we walked past their window. They'd already been sort of pushy and annoying, but that was Colin's fault. He'd slept with Jen just two days after we moved in, and while he was under the impression it was a casual thing, Jen had decided it was more than that. Colin had been full of regret ever since. And Dad was always telling me thatIwas the one who made bad decisions based solely on my dick.
Jen frowned when she saw that Colin wasn't with me. She was even more disappointed to see Rachel. "Oh, I thought you were with your brother. We just made some margaritas if you're interested." She looked at Rachel with a very unneighborly scowl.
"No thanks," I said curtly.
Jen snapped the door shut, and we walked to our apartment.
"I'm trying to decide if I was also invited for the margaritas or if she thought I could just stand out here and wait for you," Rachel said.
"Hmm, probably the latter. Jen has a thing for my brother, Colin, and frankly, it's his fault." I opened the door. "Now, I don't have margaritas, but I do have beer."
Rachel stepped inside and looked around. Colin had filled the front room with giant leather recliners and a massive television that spanned the entire wall. A gaming console and speakers took up another corner.
Rachel smiled. "The very definition of a bachelor pad. But this is a nice place. So much bigger than my little hovel. Not that I dislike my place. It's cozy, and it works for us." I watched her walk into the kitchen. She had an incredible body and moved like a dancer.