Chapter Six
Walking back to his truck, Chloe’s words echoed in his head. Just f**k me. As if Chloe McCarthy had ever been a girl who just wanted to f**k. It didn’t stop his imagination though. His entire ride back home was filled with thoughts of Chloe n***d and screaming his name. If a simple kiss had that effect on him, there was no way he could sleep with her. She could be mad or disappointed, but she wouldn’t have regrets. He, however, might.
He crawled into bed with her taste in his mouth and his hand on his d**k.
The following morning, he made the call he’d been avoiding, but Brendan was his best bet.
“Hello.” The dude sounded wide awake and freshly pressed even early on a Sunday morning.
“Hey, Brendan. It’s Ronan.”
“I know. We have this fancy thing called caller ID.”
“Wasn’t
