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his body, knees bent. He began thrusting into his hand,
pretending it was Gillian’s plump mouth encircling his cock,
sucking him dry. Her tongue would swirl and stroke the large vein
of his shaft. Flicking the spot just below his cock’s crown would
drive him mad with want.
    Ronan’s orgasm built, shimmering beneath his
skin as it ran along his nerves and centered in his lower back. It
pushed and rushed against the confines of his body, begging to be
released. He increased his movements. Tightening his hand on his
shaft, he thrust harder, pulled and tugged on his balls, squeezing
them almost to the point of pain. Sweat poured from his brow, his
body cried for release.
    His movements continued. On and on they went
as he reached for his release. His mind dove back into his fantasy
of Gillian giving him pleasure. She’d suck and moan around his
shaft, tempting and cajoling his come from its haven. Spirits, how he wanted to give it to her.
    Closing his eyes, he imagined looking down at
Gillian, her mouth stretched around his erection, love shining from
her eyes as she sucked him and then he jumped. His body arched,
muscles tensing as his seed burst from the tip of his cock. The
tension that had built in his balls released in a rush. It felt as
if his insides were bursting through his cock, tensing, releasing
in time with his heartbeat.
    Seconds later, his back still arched, cock
still half-hard, he eased his body back to the bed. His breath
still came in harsh pants as his mind returned to the present. His
imaginary Gillian, the woman that gave so willingly with trust
shining from her eyes, whispered out of his mind, and he felt an
ache in his heart at the loss. But she would return to him again.
He only hoped that next time she wouldn’t be imaginary. She would
be the woman across the hall, loving his body like no other woman
could or ever would.
    Grabbing his discarded t-shirt, Ronan wiped
the cooling come off of his hand and abdomen. Throwing it on the
ground next to the bed, he rolled over, dragging the sheets with
him and drifted off to sleep.
    * * *
    Raised, angry voices pulled Gillian from her
sweet slumber. Opening her eyes, she was assaulted by the bright
sunlight streaming through the window.
    Damn, it must be late.
    Raising her arms above her head, she
stretched and groaned as her muscles, joints and bruises ached in
protest. Just about every part of her body hurt. But, at least they
weren’t new hurts, right? Sure, she’d gone to bed sore and tired,
but not with any new cuts or bruises of someone else’s making.
    The voices of the Bearclaw brothers drew her
attention.
    “No, you’re not.” Ronan.
    “Yes, I am.” Conner, maybe?
    “Guys, now, calm down.” Definitely
Max.
    But what were they arguing about?
    “You’re not going in there until she’s up and
dressed.”
    “What makes you think she’s not? Did you take
advantage of her last night? You did, didn’t you?”
    But Ronan hadn’t. He’d been surprisingly
sweet and gentle and gave her a kiss that curled her toes. He’d
even left when she asked him to without putting up a fight or
forcing himself on her. She’d seen and felt the erection he was
sporting, but he didn’t pressure her to do anything about it. Who
was Conner to accuse him of something like that?
    “Conner, Ronan hasn’t done anything beyond
asking you to give Gilly her privacy, right, Ronan? You’re not
insinuating…?”
    “No, don’t stick-up for me, Max, Conner
thinks I’m the type of man to take advantage, maybe I did.”
    He did not!
    She snatched up her discarded pajama bottoms
from the ground and tugged them on, tightening them as much as she
could, and prayed they stayed on her hips. They were at least eight
inches too long, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it
now. Shuffling across the room, she reached the door just as the
distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh reached her ears.
    Her heart stopped for a moment, pausing
between beats as her mind