Ronny

Chapter 41

Adelina Celine Torres

"You like that?" Ronny's raspy voice whispers into my ear as he drives deeper into me. His hands travel all over my body, followed by his mouth leaving kisses all over me.

I stare at his muscular torso covered in tattoos and with a cross on a silver chain draped over his chest. Veins are bulging from his forearms as he pins my hands above my head.

"Aaron..." I say under my breath, "Let me hear you Addie..."

"Aaron I--"

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I jolt upright in an instant, my heart beating at an irregularly fast pace and my breathing completely lost. When I look around me and hear the shower water running from the bathroom and Ronny's side of the bed messed up from him getting up.

It was a dream.

I lean back into my pillow and put my head in my hands, hearing the shower water stop running.

Calm the heck down.

The images from my dream replay in my mind and I don't know how they even got there.

The bathroom door opens and Ronny emerges in just a towel hanging on his hips, dangerously low I may add. I can never let him know I just had that dream.

I glance at him, then avert my gaze and stare directly at the wall. His stupid perfectly chiseled abs and biceps and just entire body is the same as it was in my dream, but now it is real and in front of me. He is real and in front of me. In a towel. His hair wet from his shower.

"You okay?" Aaron asks me, walking over to his closet where he takes out a t-shirt and shorts.

"Uh huh." I say, a little too quickly.

Ronny turns to me with a suspicious look on his face. I just give him a small smile and start playing with a hair tie around my wrist, hoping he just leaves so I don't have to see him in a towel any longer. That sounds bad--I mean I am too flustered with him in a freaking towel.

"Did you have a wet dream about me?"

My eyes widen at how freaking spot on he can read me, but I also know how embarrassing it would be to admit that to him, so I shake my head. "No."

His face is widens in a smile from ear to ear as I pull the blanket up to my eyes to hide my red face.

"What was I doing?" He asks, lurking closer to me.

"No." I say. I am not about to share the contents of the dream that I am already too embarrassed he knows it existed.

"Ah, so we were fucking."

"Stop."

"I didn't realize you were so horny."

"Stop." I repeat, now covering my entire face in the blanket. I hear him laughing then I hear the bathroom door close. I poke my head back up and am grateful when he has gone to the bathroom to get dressed.

So much for never letting him find out about that.

After a minute or two he comes out of the bathroom, his wet hair shaken out and messy on his head, he wears a tight fitted shirt and athletic shorts.

He opens his mouth to talk but I cut him off, "Another word and I leave."

He shuts his mouth. "Okay." He says after a second or two, but he has a smirk on his face that is telling me he is not just forgetting about it. "Why are you smirking?" I ask.

"No reason." He lies, "Now get ready for your x-ray."

I groan, "I actually have to do that?"

"Yes."