Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Then suddenly, Connor’s arms slid behind me, under me, and he was pumping into me like a madman. “You like that, baby? Tell me you like that.”
Oh, God. Yes I did. But I was coming to find sex made me incoherent. “Uh huh.”
I panted out loud. I focused on the fullness Connor made me feel and when I opened my eyes, he was watching me closely, his eyes searching my face.
My handsome rockstar.
He wanted to make sure I got what I needed from this experience. I could see he was frantic with the need to please me and that thought spurred the beginning of an orgasm.
The second I felt tingling up my spine, my legs started to shake. I lifted my head and let out a long, desperate moan and dug my nails into Connor’s back. When I tightened around him, he groaned, “Oh shit. That’s it. Come, baby.”
With a soft cry, I did, convulsing around him, milking him, and then Connor was growling. His thrusting turned fitful and then he was pushing into me, stilling, a pained look on his face. He grunted, “Fuck,” and then I had the honor of feeling him jerk inside me as he found his own release.
It was amazing.
Connor collapsed on top of me, resting his head on my shoulder and as he calmed, he made little noises in this throat. It was a beautiful thing to witness. When he kissed my shoulder and quietly slurred, “Happy birthday, baby,” I fell more in love with him than I thought possible.
Equally as drowsy, I ran my fingers down his back, and whispered, “You can sleep here.”
And I immediately regretted it because he grunted then lifted his hooded eyes to mine. “Better not.”
Of course.
How stupid of me.
I couldn’t get upset though. Connor and I weren’t dating. He was my friend. It wasn’t his fault that I loved him, that I wanted more than he had to give. And I quickly came to terms with that.
I smiled softly and ran my fingers through his hair. “Okay. Just offering.”
“I know, baby,” he said, pressing his lips to the center of my chest, letting them linger. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah.” I grinned. “It was… interesting.” He pinched my hip and I jerked, giggling. Laughing quietly, I reluctantly admitted, “It was amazing. Thank you.”
“Anytime.” He grinned sleepily then sobered. “Anytime, you get me?”
So he wasn’t done with me.
That was good to hear.
I wasn’t ready for when he pulled out of me and instantly felt bereft. He looked between my legs and his eyes widened. “Maybe you should call up for new sheets.” His shoulders shook and he looked overly happy with himself. “It looks like a massacre up in here.”
I clicked my tongue and used my foot to push him away. “Connor.”
He grabbed my foot and bit my shin. I squeaked and watched him walk to the bathroom in his birthday suit. He stayed in there a little while, the water running, and then he was back. I’d pulled the sheets up over myself and quietly watched him dress.
He was an exquisite specimen.
I considered myself lucky.
Once dressed, he came to me and hovered. “You okay?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“You sure?” He ran his thumb lightly over my lips. “No regrets?”
“None,” I uttered quietly, and was surprised to find I meant it.
He sighed, relieved. “Good.” He spent a few seconds watching me before a small but happy smile glanced his lips. “See you tomorrow?”
Taking a page from Connor’s book, I stated, “Dumb question.”
And he walked away, narrowing his eyes and pointing at me. “Sass mouth.” Before he shut the door behind him, he paused. “Night, baby.”
“Night, honey.” I don’t know why I said that but it caused Connor’s face to change, soften, and I decided I liked it.
When the door finally closed and Connor was gone, I bit my lip and thought about what happened here tonight. A long moment passed and I snuggled deeper into my covers with a quiet sigh.
What a great birthday.
Yeah. The best yet.
Chapter Nineteen
The Gambler.
Emmy
I was tired. I stayed up late trying to make sense of what was happening to me.
The soreness between my legs was the only reminder of the night before and it was a delicious memory of a secret that no one would ever know.
It was nice to have a secret. I’d never been worthy of secrets. And now I had one to call my own.
The giddiness I felt was somewhat juvenile.
When I thought about it, I put it down to me crossing off another experience saved for too late in life, and now that I’d done it once, it didn’t seem so scary to do it again.
Maneuvering around the junk on the floor, I made it to the kitchen and, like every morning, poured four glasses of juice.
One by one, the wolves emerged from their dens and I smiled at them, handing them their morning pick-me-up. It took a while before anyone spoke. I guess it wasn’t just me who had a wild night.