Sugar & Spice

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Chapter 45

With all of us standing in the foyer of Ronan’s house, I’m completely at a loss as to what I should do. I wasn’t expecting him to throw me for a complete loop with bringing Blaire in, but I blame myself for not expecting Ronan to be the snake that he is. I just didn’t think he’d go this far.

I’m also confused as to what I should do about Blaire. I can’t carry on with my plan is she’s lurking around. I don’t know where her loyalty lies and if she notices me snooping around Ronan’s house, she may tell him. I can’t have this whole plan blow up in my face.

Trying to think on my toes, I look up at Ronan and the corner of my mouth turns up.

“Leave it to you to want your cake and eat it too.”

“Well, you know I love my sweets. I hope this is something that will get in the way of us reconnecting.”

“Not at all. I mean, I know everything you like so a little competition doesn’t bother me.” I shrug and when I look over at Blaire, she just looks lost.

Just looking at her, I can tell she did this to get back at me. Once she found out who Ronan was, she jumped on the chance to shit all over our friendship even more than she has already. The only downfall is, she’s clueless as to what to do right now. I was the same way in the beginning, but now I know what makes Ronan tick, moan, yell, and come. She knows absolutely nothing about him.

Impressed with my quick wit, Ronan kisses me temple and looks over at Blaire.

“And what do you have to say about that?” He asks her, clearly wanting to start some sugar baby rivalry between us. Blaire can’t win at this.

“I…I guess I can show you better than I can tell you.” She gives me a coy smile probably thinking she just gave the best answer, but she doesn’t know Ronan. When you say things like that, he takes them literally.

“Well, why don’t we head up to the bedroom, so you can…show me just what you mean.”

I want to shake my head, but I don’t. As expected, Blaire walks into the trap of having a threesome. I saw this happening a mile away and she couldn’t when it’s smack dead in her face.

Ronan leads us upstairs and when I look back at Blaire, she gives me a look of regret, but there’s nothing I can do for her right now. She has the choice to leave at any moment…. unless. Shit. He’s already gotten to her. This clearly isn’t the first time he’s encountered Blaire and nine times out of ten, he already as some sort of dirt on her. I know for a fact, Blaire isn’t afraid to storm out of any place so the fact that she hasn’t stormed out says that she probably can’t.

I want so badly to lecture her on what she’s gotten herself into, but I can’t. She spent all our friendship, breathing down my neck and now I can’t even get her out of this situation without blowing my own cover. Dread comes over me that she’s going to have to do this.

Upstairs, I go into Ronan’s room and casually, I flop across the bed as if I’ve been living here the whole time. Ronan looks at me with a pleased smile on his face.

“You look comfortable.”

“It’s almost like I never left. Clearly, I did since you’ve brought in someone new.” I glance at Blaire who is sitting on the edge of the bed, uncomfortably. This girl is just clouding all my judgment right now. She doesn’t want to be here, and Ronan knows it. He trapped her with whatever bait he could use.

Looking between the two of them, Ronan goes over and places his hands on her shoulders and whispers something to her that I can’t make out. Whatever he says, puts a kind smile on Blaire and she nods at him before he kisses her on the lips. Both turn to me and I smile, confidently.

“Are we going to do this?” I figure if I’m going to have a threesome for the first time in my life, I better at least enjoy it. It’s going to happen whether I want to have a sexual experience with Blaire so the best thing I can do is make sure it’s mind-blowing for her.

I’ve never in my life been with a girl, but I watch porn and through it’s overproduced and fake, I’m sure I can wing it. I’m smart enough to follow context clues like moans and sheet gripping. My nerves are rising, but surely, I can handle this. I really don’t have a choice but to. Ronan is expecting me to be willing to do anything to stay in his good graces now.

Sitting up, I hold my hand out to Blaire and she climbs onto the bed before placing her hand in mine. I sit up on my knees and lean into her neck. I give her a few pecks and when her hair is blocking my mouth, I whisper into her ear.

“Don’t worry. I’ll do everything.” I lean back and see her eyes thanking me for not hating her.

I’m mad as hell at her for getting herself into this, but I don’t hate her. I’ve saved her once, I can do it again. Maybe after this, she can be a little more thankful for my friendship.

I begin kissing Blaire and at first, she freezes, but I reach down and pinch her arm, jolting her back to the present. Suddenly her lips begin to move, and her hands come around my waist, damn near gripping my dress out of nerves. She kisses me slowly and sensually causing Ronan to moan. He’s pleased so that’s a good sign.

With my hand, I sweep her hair away from her neck and drag my tongue over her skin. Tom my surprise, she moans, and I don’t think it was her acting. It almost makes me giggle, but I manage to hold it together. We make out for what seems like forever and I’m so engrossed in it that I don’t realize Ronan is on the bed until I feel my dress being undone. I pull away, letting Ronan strip me and I guess he gives Blaire a look because she begins undressing herself. I reach over and help her out and she exhales the moment the zipper on her dress is undone. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was starting to enjoy this.

Once we’re done to out panties and bra, I turn around and undress Ronan. His grimy hands touch all over my bare skin, but I just ignore it. What used to turn me on so much, just makes me cringe and I can’t help but think about Marco. I wish I could have told him what was going on before all this started, but there was no way Ronan would let me step out for a moment without questioning if I were having second thoughts.

Things begin to steam up once we’re all down to our undies. Ronan makes Blaire and I make out as he lays back, rubbing his hard on. I want to distract Blaire from his grossness, so I slip my hand down her panties and slip my fingers between her surprisingly drench folds. She exhales hard, dragging her nails down my torso. I don’t know why, but it begins to turn me on a bit, knowing that I’m turning her on. I never thought of Blaire in a sexual way. She’s gorgeous, but we never created or crossed any blurred lines until now. Being caught in the moment can make you see others in a new light.

Wanting to hear her moan again, I slide my fingers into her and with a loud gasp, she curses.

“Fuck, Lina!”

Oh, wow.

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