Unscripted (11 page)

Pulling back, Ronan quickly shifted his hips down and pushed into me. I felt every wide inch of him as he plunged deeper into my core, opening me up so I could bear the brunt of his thick cock. He began fucking me with slow thrusts, each one more powerful than the last.

“
God, Holliday, and sweet Jesus you feel so good,” he moaned hoarsely.

I bit my lip. I couldn’t seem to speak. My body ached for Ronan. I pulled my knees up, hoping he could drive deeper inside me, which I didn’t think was possible until he did.

“
That’s it my beauty, grip my cock harder. Squeeze me tight.”

My body was building, everything was tightening, and I was so close to coming unhinged. I gripped the sheets so tight I thought my nails would tear the soft fabric.

“
Ronan, you feel so good inside me,” I whispered in his ear.

“
Come for me beautiful,” he commanded, his voice raw.

“
Why don’t you come for me?” I teased.

“
Oh I will. Don’t you worry about that, Holliday.” Trailing soft wet kisses across my collarbone he said, “I love this part of you.”

Damn that was so hot.

His eyes, dark and intense, were blazing into me. Ronan pressed his soft lips to mine, devouring me with kisses, biting my lip, teasing my tongue with his.

“
Ronan…
Ronannnn
,” I said his name as I felt my orgasm begin to take hold.

“
God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

He grinded into me, rolling his hips, and I exploded while clenching my muscles around him. He called out my name and unleashed his climax inside me. A smile crossed his gorgeous face as he leaned down, placing the most deliciously wet kiss on my lips. My legs shook as the vibrations radiated through my body.

“
I’m not going to be able to walk right today, Ronan,” I said breathlessly.

“
Good, that means you’ll be thinking about me all day,” he said, falling on his back utterly exhausted and throwing his arm over his forehead.

“
I’m not going to survive you Ronan Connolly. You’re a sexual force to be reckoned with.”

“
I can’t handle myself around you, Holliday,” he said through panting breaths.

We lay there basking in the enjoyment of our heated sexual exchange, trying to regroup, bringing our bodies back from full glorious euphoria.

“
Join me for a shower?”

“
I’d love nothing more,” I said eagerly.

Just when I thought I couldn’t endure Ronan’s body anymore I welcomed another set of orgasms so powerful I thought my body would implode from his greedy need to keep fucking me. I’d never felt anything so powerful, so raw and so carnal in my entire life.

The snow began to fall as Ronan’s car came to a stop at the corner of where my sister’s design studio and offices were located. He asked me to spend the day with him, but I told him I promised Charlotte I’d be in promptly at ten. He began kissing my neck as we sat with our fingers intertwined in the back seat of the black Mercedes.

“
Stay with me again tonight my beauty. Please… I have to leave New York in a few days. Please say you’ll stay with me.”

I blinked at him and my heart raced. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that Ronan doesn’t live here in the same city as me, let alone the same state. I felt all the air rush out of my lungs, and I began to lose my breath.
Uh… oh. No no, no, no. Not in front of Ronan. Please God, not a panic attack in front of him.

There was only blackness as my body went limp.

The next thing I knew I was blinking up at Ronan Connolly holding me in his arms. Looking around I discovered I was back in Ronan’s penthouse and Dr. Goodwin was with us.

“
I gave her a mild sedative, Mr. Connolly. She should be fine. She needs to rest and drink plenty of water. It was only a panic attack.”

Only a panic attack, really? You motherfucker, I just had a fucking breakdown in front of the man I’m fucking who knows nothing of my mental state. How embarrassing.

Ronan stood, and my face fell against the pillowcase. “Thank you doctor. I’ll make sure she rests.”

“
Oh and Mr. Connolly, make sure Miss Prescott takes her Xanax. I will check in with you in a few hours to see how she’s doing.”

The bed was so soft and warm. I drifted back to sleep. I was tired, mentally exhausted. My body hurt, and my legs were sore.

“
What the fuck did you do to her you fucking bastard!?”

Charlotte?
My sister’s voice was shaky and she was seething with rage. Charlotte had always been overprotective of me, but that was how we’d always been, one looking out for the other.

I sat up in the bed trying to focus, but I was kind of groggy. I saw Charlotte. She was poking her index finger into Ronan’s shoulder. He backed away as Dean stepped between the two of them.

“
Charlotte! Stop! Nothing happened. It wasn’t Ronan’s fault,” I yelled from the master suite as I pulled the covers off, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

Charlotte turned to me, her mouth hanging open. She threw her hands up in the air, causing her emerald green Dior bag to swing wildly back and forth. I padded towards them feeling Ronan’s gaze burning into me.

“
Charlotte, I had a panic attack. It was brought on innocently. Ronan didn’t know that giving me the news that he was leaving New York City in a few days would be such a shock to my system. He doesn’t know my triggers.”

Ronan whipped his head in my direction, staring at me with confusion. Charlotte’s body became more relaxed as I touched her arm. My eyes pleaded with her to retract her blazing emotional daggers from Ronan.

“
Sis, please. You know this was not
his
fault.”

“
Are you absolutely sure? Because if he hurt you in any way. So help me, with God as my witness, I will rip every appendage from his body starting with his fucking cock.” She huffed and glared at Ronan. Ronan’s eyes widened and he crossed his arms over his chest.

I grabbed Charlotte by the arm, dragging her into the master suite, saying, “Charlotte, I love you, but Jesus Christ you cannot just accuse him, of all people, of hurting me. I barely know him. I don’t know if we even have anything, but he’s famous and he has money, so watch
your
tongue.”

“
Well, I’m famous and I have money too, so if he wants to bring it, let him. I fucking dare him to try to fuck with me,” she snapped.

Ronan approached us slowly, his hands in the air, saying, “Ladies, I’ve never been more confused in all my life. What is going on?” He tipped his gaze in my direction. “Beauty, please what is going on? Why do you take Xanax?”

I walked closer to Ronan. My sister was still seething.

“
Ronan, I’m taking Xanax because I suffer from panic attacks, sometimes nightmares and anxiety because of what happened to me. I assure you, I am working on it and this sort of thing is something I am trying to control.”

Ronan looked at me with such sorrow in his eyes. He clutched me in his arms, kissing my forehead, whispering, “Your sister scares the living shit out of me, and I’d really like to keep my cock because I’m quite fond of it.”

I let out an uncontrollable set of giggles, and I could see a half-smile cross Charlotte’s lips from the corner of my eye. Before I knew it all three of us were laughing and shaking our heads, realizing the humor in the slightly awkward situation.

Turning on her shiny black heel, Charlotte retreated from the bedroom. She stopped when she reached the foyer, turning to face Ronan and me, saying, “Holliday, you’ve not taken a vacation the entire time you’ve worked with me. Take the next few days off and enjoy this time with your new… new
boyfriend
and I’ll talk to you soon.” She gave me wink and nodded towards Ronan.

I rolled my eyes at her suggestion that Ronan was my boyfriend, like we were in high school.

She exited the penthouse, leaving Ronan and I standing there and holding each other. The sound of our hearts beating was all I heard drumming in my ears over and over and over, slow and steady. It was the best sound in the world.

Racks of beautiful dresses rolled into the penthouse, and I had my pick of any one I wanted. Ronan had called his contact at Saks who’d sent her assistant over with three racks of red carpet gowns and black tie designer dresses, along with bags of undergarments for each style of dress so that I could choose one for tomorrow night’s charity gala. He was spoiling me, and I didn’t mind. I spent the next hour trying on shimmering halter dresses, strapless ball gowns and flirty party dresses. Ronan’s green eyes flared with lust at the sight of me in each dress. Ultimately I selected a strapless silver, beaded column gown that had a thigh-high slit. Ronan made me feel like I was a princess. I normally hated attention being doted on me. Being showered affectionately with gifts was more my mother’s thing. Tomorrow Ronan would be taking me over to Tiffany’s to find the perfect jewels and then to Jimmy Choo for the right heels. He must not have forgotten my specifics when it came to accessories.

Calling from the butler’s pantry, Ronan asked, “Holliday, what would you like for dinner tonight?”