Ronan's Bride

Ronan

Ilay in my bed and stare at the wall, watching the shadows shift from the tree branches dancing in the wind. The eerie feeling suits my mood totally.

I’m awestruck that the beautiful creature down the hall agreed to be my wife with minimal questions. I was anticipating a lot more than I got and trying to figure out how to dance around the subject had my mind spinning in a million different directions.

A rumble in the distance has my eyes shifting to the window uneasily. Some storms up here in the mountains can be quite dangerous. We’ve had the humidity and heat build-up that usually foreshadows a deluge. But I wasn’t really expecting it tonight.

I swear under my breath and shift under the light, silky sheets. My dick is still giving me fits. I’m so hard it should be fucking illegal. She’s probably sleeping like a baby and I’m so damn restless I can barely stay in bed. Images keep flashing through my mind. Quick snippets of her. Her sharp, defined cheekbones and lush pink lips. Her long, dark ashy brown hair that dances in the breeze of an open window. Her plump breasts shoving against her shirt, so tight that I could see her damn nipples pucker when she stared at me.

Shit! I shift under the sheets again, my hand sliding down my belly to tug at my cock.

I can see her on her hands and knees, me pushing her long hair out of her face so I can see her when her lips part and her mouth closes around me lightly. Then she sucks me in and I grasp her head, wrapping her silky hair around my fist, forcing her to practically gag on my shaft, watching her smoky green eyes darken while she huffs out a breath and then sucks me down into her throat.

“Dammit!” I yell and my dick jumps in my hand, jets of my cum splattering all over the sheets and my hand. I suck in a pained, panted breath, shocked to the core.

I’ve never come like that in my life. And if that’s how I am just thinking about her, what’s gonna happen when I’m buried to the root in her wet heat, being smothered by the soft pillows of her breasts.

“Shit!” I growl and stand, padding naked to the bathroom to clean up and then grab clean sheets.

That woman is going to be the death of me. I can tell. But what a way to go.

The rain lashes into the window and thunder grumbles like an old man clearing his throat in the distance.

I sigh and slip under the sheets, watching the electrical fireworks skitter across the clouds in the night sky. Counting like a child I figure out that it’s still two miles away and growing in intensity.

“I hope to fuck the minister can make it here in the morning.” Up here in the mountains a storm can cut off a road in many different ways. The spring run-off flooded the creek and washed out the road about a month and a half ago. But you can also get downed tree limbs the size of a full-grown tree and a ton of other troubles. I’m gonna be a mess until that man gets here in the morning.

I need to marry Kat as quickly as possible. And not just for the obvious…I need an heir. I also can’t believe how much I want her. I’m like a damn love-struck teenager aching to bury himself in the prom queen. Desperate doesn’t begin to cover it.

Another loud crack of thunder and the lightning flash exposes the starkness of the room.

A tap at the door has me pushing up in the bed, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Yes?”

The door opens slowly and Kat tentatively peeks around the edge of the door. Her eyes are wide, deep pools in the dark and she hides herself behind the door so I can’t see what she’s wearing.

Not that that is helping the hardening I’ve got in my pants. Just the opposite in fact. I can picture what she’s wearing in so many different ways. A ratty old t-shirt with an ex-boyfriend’s football number to a sleek, shimmery nightgown that barely skims her thick thighs, covering her soft mound and her lush breasts but little else.

My breath shatters in my chest and I shift my legs under the sheet to hide the huge erection tenting it that I’m sporting, just from seeing her face and picturing her nightwear.

I am definitely going to go to hell if I don’t get myself under control.

“Did you need something, Kat?” I try to keep the lust and need out of my voice but it sounds harsh even to my own ears.

She flushes and turns away. “I shouldn’t have bothered you. I’m so sorry. I’ll just…”

“NO!” I holler, pausing to get myself under control. “I mean no. It’s all right. What’s going on?”

Her hand pushes the door open a little further and I almost tumble out of the bed trying to see around the damn door.

Not that it works. But damn! When she finally steps gingerly into the room my dick is flying like a flag. She’s got on an old t-shirt that barely covers her panties. I take a deep breath and almost pull my pillow down over top of my crotch.

Her eyes dart around the room like she’s expecting someone to jump out and accost her. But she slowly, carefully sidles up to my bed.

My eyes don’t leave her body the whole time. I’m entranced, spellbound by her beauty. Enraptured by the light floral scent that I can almost smell when she comes close enough. It’s just a tantalizing, light scent that makes me salivate.

I’ve seen beautiful women before. Hell, in another life I had them begging to be on my arm. But none of them have worked me up like she does. She’s all soft curves and gentle dips that draw the eye and make your hand itch to skate over them and drag her closer.

“I-I think there’s something that I should tell you before we get married tomorrow. You might change your mind,” she sighs.