Page 57 of Too Hostile

“Shh,” he says, soothing me. Calming me in a way I’ve never had. Why does this have to end?

I try to push that thought away and just feel.

I lean into his touch as he grabs the lube and, at an agonizingly slow pace, gets me ready to take him. When he enters me, it’s just as slow. Just as reverent. I can’t see him as I hold onto the couch, and his pace increases as he slams into me over and over, but I can feel him. I can feel what he’s feeling. It isn’t just sex. It’s not just about getting off.

He’s telling me all the things he can’t say out loud. And when he nails my prostate as he reaches between my body and the couch, stroking my dick in time with him, I allow myself to really listen to what he’s saying before I fall over the edge, and then he lets go at the same time.

He comes deep inside me as his body remains flush with mine. And he pants into my ear over and over again as we both work to come back from the brink.

But I think it’s too late.

I’m too far gone, and I’m never going to be able to come back from this.

FLETCHER

School starts tomorrow. I’m all enrolled. Set for my first class at noon tomorrow. But we haven’t talked about it. We haven’t had the dreaded talk at all. He hasn’t brought it up, and neither have I.

I’ve felt sick to my stomach, just thinking about it. But I can’t believe he hasn’t brought it up. Instead, we’re hanging out at my place, watching a murder doc while eating takeout, and it feels like the most normal damn thing in the entire world.

I don’t want to lose this.

My heart pangs with that feeling, but thankfully, before I can blurt that out and get my heart smashed into a million pieces, there’s a knock on my door. Ronan turns to look at me, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Your mom?” But then he frowns so deep there’s a crease in his forehead, and it’s really damn cute. “Or Josh?”

I bark out a laugh. “You jealous?”

His frown only deepens, and oh my God, he couldn’t get cuter if he tried. Fuck, I’m so far gone for this man. “Relax.” I stand up just as there’s another knock on my door a little louder than the first time.

I have a feeling I know who it is even before I hear Rhett’s voice. “Open up! You’ve been ignoring us all damn summer.”

“Yeah, you can’t get away from us,” comes Bree’s voice next.

“And we brought food!” That’s Grayson.

My smile is far too big, and when I look at Ronan, I see a similar one on his face. “Are you going to let them in?” He places his takeout container on the coffee table, looking awfully smug and happy.

That’s really not the face of someone who’s going to end things tonight, right? Or maybe he’s just happy because they’ll be here to pick up the pieces when he lets me down gently. Urgh. He’ll probably do it in a way that’s smart and calm.

I won’t even know he’s breaking up with me until he’s leaving. Not that there’s anything really to break up. I mean, we aren’t in a relationship. I knew what this was from the very beginning, and I told myself I was totally fine with it.

Lies. So many damn lies went into letting myself have this.

“Yeah. I suppose. As long as you’re okay with it.” I ask him, but he only gently nods at me.

His voice is soft, but firm. “I’d like to meet them.”

Before this is over. I add in for him because I can hear the words he didn’t say. This is so not good. I walk over to the door on shaky legs and do my best to plaster that big, happy smile on my face before I pull open the door.

“Bout time,” Bree complains, but she’s smiling. “You know I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Shit. I forgot about Bree flying to New York tomorrow. Jesus Christ, could I be any more selfish? “I know,” I lie because yeah, I really did forget.

“Liar,” she says, totally calling me on my shit as she breezes past me. Rhett and Grayson follow her with grins on their faces, and they all stop when they see Ronan on my couch.

“Oh, uh...” Rhett mumbles awkwardly. “Sorry. Didn’t know you had company.”

Grayson is grinning far too big as he takes in the man on my couch. “Holy shit. Are you the professor who hates him—but fucked him in front of Blair and Rhys?”

I cringe at that, as does Ronan. “We did not fuck in front of Blair and Rhys.” I nudge Grayson’s shoulder.