Once again, Ronan had woken up feeling fidgety and full of pent up energy that needed to be released in some very, very dirty ways. He'd thought the other night might have satisfied him (because it'd been damn good) but as soon as that high had worn off, he was back to feeling like every other person on the island ( Read more... )

Ronan didn't intend this to last all night. But, even he couldn't resist some things and this stupid island was making him less controlled than usual. This stupid island was making him want things and if he was going to make it through, he was going to have to relent ( Read more... )

Ronan was grateful that the snow was mostly melting and that he'd been able to get off island last night. After the dance, he'd headed immediately for his car, driven off island and found some a race that had him whipping around slow lined streets and accelerating through red lights with horns blaring behind him. The brief flash of happiness that ( Read more... )