His for Now (The Byrne Brothers Book 1)

by Sofia Tate

  “Huh,” Blakely muttered.

  “What? What was that for?”

  She checked her side mirror before switching into the passing lane. “I mean, of course I think her acting uppity with your parents was bad. But if ranch life isn’t for her, then she shouldn’t be penalized for it.”

  “But we were in love.”

  “I know, but you can’t make someone into something they’re not. Would you rather she have stayed, hating you every minute, making both of you miserable?”

  “If she really loved me, she would’ve compromised.”

  “Right, like you obviously did when you probably didn’t even visit her once in California?”

  Fuck. She’s right.

  “I knew it,” she whispered.

  “Doesn’t matter. My life is the ranch. It always will be. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”

  Ronan heard Blakely take in a deep breath and exhaled through her nose. When he glanced over, her lips was pursed together.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, just trying to stay focused on the road. Only ten miles to go until the airport.”

  “That’s all?”

  “Yeah, that’s all.”

  The blazing Nevada heat punched Blakely’s face as she exited the main office of the Lucky 19 Family Resort and Casino. Even though the sun had begun to set, she put on her sunglasses since she had been inside the hotel for close to three hours, touring the facilities. The Uber she’d requested sat at the curb. She slid into the back seat, the air conditioned interior melting away the heat from her body.

  She checked her messages. One from Clayton, a few from Clea, a voicemail from her father, and a text from Ronan, which she read first.

  Hurry up, baby. I miss you.

  She beamed at her phone as she quickly wrote back:

  All done, my Irish cowboy. Get ready…

  She quickly replied to Clea’s emails. The car pulled up to the hotel just as she dialed Clayton’s number.

  “Blakely, how are you? Did you see Lucky 19 yet?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied as she stepped into the lobby. “I’m back at my hotel. I just left the meeting. Their biggest obstacle will be branding. The name itself will have to go. The owners will have to decide if they want to be a family resort or a casino. It all depends on what kind of clientele they want to attract.”

  “Do you think we should take them on as a client? How did you get on with them?”

  “Roger and Estelle were very easy to talk to. I could have listened to them for hours talking about Vegas in the old days. I wouldn’t mind working with them.”

  The elevator stopped on her floor. She stepped out onto her floor and headed for her suite where Ronan was waiting.

  “So is Vegas growing on you?” he asked.

  She slid her keycard into the slot on her door and pushed down the handle. When she walked in, her mouth dropped at the sight in front her.

  “Blakely? You still there? Did you hear what I said?”

  Ronan stood in the living area of the suite, dressed only in his blue jeans, the rest of him was bare. Tall white candles lined the room, their flames burning. A bottle of champagne chilled in a bucket on the coffee table, with a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries next to it.

  “Yes, sir, I heard you,” she replied, her eyes locked on Ronan’s luscious body. “And to answer your question, yes, Vegas is definitely growing on me.”

  Ronan smiled wickedly at her response.

  “Glad to hear it. I’ll let you relax. We’ll talk later.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

  She ended the call, making a show of it for Ronan as she shut it off completely and shoved it into her purse.

  “I’m all yours,” she whispered huskily.

  Ronan silently strode over to her. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, waiting for one touch of his hand that would set her on fire. Her cleft turned wet from the predatory look in his sapphire eyes.

  Once he reached her, he took her purse from her shoulder and dropped it on the carpet, his eyes locked on hers the entire time. He began to remove the pins from her chignon, threading his fingers through her hair as it fell along the sides of her face.

  She smiled as he unbuttoned her white silk blouse, his jaw clenching as he breathed deeply. Her blouse fell softly to the ground right before he reached around and unzipped her black skirt, revealing the black garter belt that held up her silk stockings.

  She heard him inhale. “Fuck me, baby. You are so beautiful,” he murmured lustily as he stared at her body.

  Blakely took notice of the bulge in his jeans growing larger. She smiled at him, stepping closer into him, gently cupping his crotch.

  Ronan grinned at her with a glint in his eyes. Without saying a word, he took her by the hand across the living area and the foyer, ending in the bathroom.

  Blakely’s eyes widened. More candles were set up around the bathroom. An immense marble sunken tub, the kind that had a small set of steps leading up to it, took up most of the space in the room. A large window next to the tub looked out onto the glittering lights of the Strip.

  She smelled the scent of rose petals in the air. The tub was filled almost to the brim with bubbles.

  “When did you do all this?” she asked breathlessly.

  “After you texted me,” he said, placing one of her hands on his shoulder as he dropped into a crouch to remove her shoes. She watched as he gently removed her undergarments, putting them on a small bench.

  “My turn,” she whispered.

  Now completely naked, Blakely reached for the zipper on his jeans and pulled it down, then tugged at them until he was completely nude as well.

  Within seconds, Ronan grabbed her and crushed his mouth over hers The dark hairs on his chest tickled Blakely’s sensitive breasts, heightening her arousal. She greedily sucked his tongue into her mouth.

  Suddenly, he pulled away, grabbing her hand as he led them up the small steps into the tub. He got in first, holding his hand out to help her in.

  Blakely toed the water with her foot. It was hot, but bearable. She stepped right into Ronan’s arms. He brought them both down into the water, settling her in front of him, her round ass up against his cock. She leaned into him, his muscled chest ably holding her up. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began massaging them.

  She sighed contentedly, the water and Ronan’s fingers equally relaxing her aching body. “Mmmm. This is exactly what I needed.”

  “Glad to know I can help you relax after a long day. How did it go?”

  “The owners are awesome. So funny and full of sass. The way Roger and Estelle talk to each other is hysterical. I really hope they’ll let me work with them because they’re lovely people, but I also want to hear more of their stories of Vegas in its heyday.”

  “I love shit like that. Now I want to meet them too. They sound amazing. Do you think they’ll hire your firm?”

  “Crossing my fingers they will. Which means I have a reason to come to Vegas.”

  Ronan moved one hand along her side, running his fingers over her creamy skin, sinking it under the water to her pussy. She widened her legs, leaning back further into his chest to allow him better access.

  “Is that the only reason?” he rasped, thrusting his index finger into her cleft.

  “No,” she moaned, her head now completely thrown back.

  “Tell me the other one, baby,” he insisted, plunging another finger into her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  “You.”

  “I didn’t hear you.”

  “Youuu,” she moaned, her clit growing harder as he increased the speed of his thumb.

  “What was that?”

  She sensed the smile in his voice as she began to shudder, her climax erupting. “You, Ronan! You!”

  Her body relaxed as he brought his hands around her waist, holding her as she panted for breath.

  Without warning, Blakely turned her body around, stra
ddling Ronan’s lap.

  “Well, hello there,” he smiled, cupping her face to bring her in for a long, hard kiss.

  She grinned in return, reaching for his cock in the depths of the bubbly, rose-scented water. He raised his eyebrows at her.

  “Hey, I’m just trying to see if these things really shrink under water,” she feigned innocently.

  “Go ahead, Dr. Pierce. Be my guest,” he offered, laying his hands along the top lip of the tub, watching her slyly.

  His dick was still hard as she moved her hand up and down the length of him. She gently rubbed his tip with her palm, gliding her fingertips feather light over his thick flesh. She couldn’t help but smile as Ronan’s head fell back, groaning in pleasure.

  “Oh God, that’s so good, baby. Don’t stop.”

  “Wasn’t planning on it.”

  As she continued to massage his cock, she admired the deep muscles in his arms as he gripped his hands tighter along the rim of the tub. His biceps were perfectly formed, the corded veins standing out prominently in his forearms. She knew in that instant she would never see such a gorgeous specimen of a man ever again. He was it.

  Blakely quickly sat up, tucking her feet under his thighs, holding onto the lip of the tub.

  Ronan lifted up his head. “Whoa! What’s going on?”

  “I need you inside me. Now.”

  “Do it, baby.”

  Blakely reached for his cock, lowering herself down onto him once she positioned herself. He sank one hand beneath the water and started rubbing her clit. Her hands tightly gripped the tub as she rode him hard.

  “Ronan, Ronan…”

  “That’s it, baby! So good. So fucking good.”

  He massaged her clit between his thumb and index finger, increasing the speed to match Blakely’s grinds.

  They pushed each other, harder and harder. She wanted to come, she wanted to make him come, the man who had awakened her to a true orgasm, the kind that shatters a woman’s body.

  She was nearly there. “Oh God! Yes! Ronan!” she screamed.

  Blakely shook as her climax swept over her, her pussy holding onto him like a tight sheath. Her pussy pulsed, milking his cock as he shouted in ecstasy.

  “Blakely!”

  Their hearts pounding, her head fell onto his shoulder. Ronan wrapped his arms around her. She couldn’t move, and she didn’t want to, because she wanted to remember everything about this moment.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Ronan couldn’t stop staring at Blakely as they sat on one of the sofas in the living area, her legs splayed across his lap. Even though she was only dressed in a white cotton t-shirt and pajama bottoms, her curves filled her out so beautifully. So perfectly. The moans she made when she bit into another ripe strawberry weren’t helping either. They hardened his cock even further.

  After their hot sex in the tub, they’d enjoyed a sublime dinner of filet mignon, garlic mashed potatoes, and grilled squash, paired with the luscious, succulent strawberries serving as dessert.

  “Mmmm. These are so amazing,” she exclaimed as red juice trickled down her chin.

  He leaned forward and wiped away the liquid with the pad of his thumb, offering it to her. He watched with fascination as she readily accepted it, emitting a low groan as she sucked on his skin, her tongue swirling around his thumb.

  “You’re killing me, baby.”

  She released his thumb from her mouth, smiling widely. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

  He shifted closer to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. This was their last night together. Blakely was leaving for New York City in the morning, and she’d already told him she didn’t want to say goodbye at the airport. And they hadn’t even talked about them yet.

  Ronan cleared his throat. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Okay.”

  “Do you like your job?”

  “Sometimes,” she shrugged her shoulders. “Some clients are easy to work with, others are complete pains in the ass.”

  “If you could do anything else, what would it be?”

  “The same thing.”

  “Huh?”

  She smiled at his confusion, rising from the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Umm, okay,” he answered as he watched her head in the direction of the bedroom.

  Blakely returned with a brown leather notebook. She remained standing, handing the notebook to him. “This is what I’d be doing.”

  He furrowed his eyebrows at her, holding the notebook suspiciously.

  “Go on. Open it,” she whispered.

  Ronan flipped open the hardback cover and started skimming the pages. Each page was covered in photos cut down from design magazines, taped to the paper. There were pictures of offices in light shades, from dove grey to sky blue. Besides the rooms, Blakely had saved clips of decorative furniture, pillows, and lamps, among other items.

  He looked over at her and grinned. “Tell me.”

  “These are ideas for what I want my office to look like someday.”

  “But don’t you have an office now?”

  “I do. But this is for my office of my future consulting firm.”

  He raised his eyebrows, smiling widely. “When is this happening?”

  “Someday,” she murmured.

  “‘Someday?’ Why not now?”

  “There are a lot of factors I need to work out first.”

  “Like what?”

  “My loyalty to my bosses, the uncertainty, money…”

  “Wait a sec,” he said, raising his palm towards her. “Don’t you, and forgive me for being blunt and stating the obvious, have money?”

  “Yes, I’m comfortable, but it’s more than that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Fear of failure. What my father would say.”

  “What does your father have to do with it?”

  “Do you really have to ask after what I’ve told you about him?”

  Ronan cringed at the look of hurt on her face.

  “Image is everything to him,” she continued. “I always had to be perfect and do what I was told.”

  “But you’re a grown woman.”

  Suddenly, Blakely shot to her feet, snatching the notebook from his grasp. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” She slammed the book on the coffee table and wandered over to the huge window that looked out onto the Strip.

  He shut his eyes in pain, silently reprimanding himself for pushing her too far. He followed her to the window, wrapping his arms around her waist.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to push.”

  “You don’t need to apologize. It’s just me. Daddy issues.”

  He held her tighter, his chin on her shoulder as they both stared out at the blinding lights of Las Vegas.

  “Ronan?”

  “Hmm?”

  “What do you think about Skype sex?”

  “Come again?”

  Blakely turned around to face him. “Look, I know that things didn’t work out for you with Amanda, and I would totally understand if you said no, but I want to try it out with us. You know, the long distance thing.”

  He tilted his head and looked at her curiously.

  “I get that you wanted her to stay with you on the ranch, and I loved it there,” she rambled, “but for now, my life is in New York, and if you’re okay with that, then maybe we could give it a go, but if don’t want to, then—”

  Ronan pressed his hand over her mouth, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. He shook his head in astonishment, completely enchanted.

  “Stop talking,” he ordered.

  She nodded.

  “I want to have Skype sex with you.”

  Before she could reply, Ronan slammed his mouth over hers. Their tongues tangled with each other, his hands gripping her head tightly as she whimpered.

  His cock hardened at her soft sounds. With his mouth still clamped over hers, he hoisted her up into his arms as her legs coiled around his waist. He
carried her to their bedroom, their playful laughter echoing throughout the suite, her body still wrapped around him.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  A week later, Blakely sat in her home office back in her apartment in Manhattan. Her desktop computer was on. She was waiting breathlessly for that telltale beep, her knees bouncing up and down in anticipation.

  Finally, the familiar ringtone began to ping. She clicked on the link to answer the call. Ronan’s gorgeous face appeared onscreen within seconds.

  “Hey, handsome,” she purred.

  “Hi, beautiful,” he smiled in return. “How are you, baby?”

  “I’m okay. Just missing you something fierce.”

  “I know the feeling,” he whispered. His eyes roamed over her body. “I love what you’re wearing.”

  “Oh, this old thing?” she asked innocently, holding the cotton of her sheer white tee between her fingers.

  “Yeah, baby. I can see your tits nice and clear through it.”

  “You smooth talker, you,” she replied.

  “Take it off.”

  “What? No ‘How was your day, dear?’ like you usually do?”

  “I said ‘Take it off.’”

  The hooded look in his eyes aroused her to her core. This was only their second time having video chat sex, and she learned from the first time that wearing panties or a bra was just a hindrance. The only clothing Ronan had on was a pair of boxers.

  She lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.

  “Christ, I miss those tits, baby,” Ronan declared.

  “They’re right here, cowboy,” she replied as she started kneading them with her hands.

  “Yes, that’s so good. Imagine that’s me. I’m massaging them right now. Pinch your nipples.”

  Blakely’s head fell back as she moaned in ecstasy. “Oh, Ronan…”

  “That’s so hot. Look at me, Blakely.”

  She raised her head to look back at the screen. He was holding his hard cock in his hand. She could already spot the pre-cum at the tip, engorged and ready to explode.

  “I’ve got your cock in my mouth. It tastes so fucking good,” she murmured. “Mmmmm…”

  “Yes, baby. Now put your fingers in your pussy.”