I push open the door to Conor’s bedroom. The soft glow of the lamplight illuminates the vast space. He hates the dark.
As I look over at the bed and his sleeping form, a wave of disappointment washes over me. I was hoping to talk to him about his asshole big brother, but I shouldn’t wake him. I kick off my sneakers and begin to undress when I hear him groan in his sleep as he thrashes his arms.
“No!” he shouts and I rush over to him, sitting beside him on the bed. I place my hand on his cheek and he stirs. “Jessie,” he blinks at me.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “You were shouting in your sleep.”
He rolls his eyes. “Weird dreams.” Then he holds up the duvet. “Jump in, Angel.”
“Thanks,” I say with a smile as I hop in next to him and press myself against him. He wraps his arms around me and plants a kiss on the top of my head. He smells of expensive soap and fresh sweat and I feel the familiar fluttering in my abdomen as I inhale his scent and press my cheek against the skin of his hard chest.
“Everything okay?” he asks softly as he smooths my hair back from my face.
“No. Your brother is a complete asshole, do you know that?”
He laughs softly, and the sound rumbles through his chest and into me. “Did he test his little hacker?”
I look up at him. “Yes. How do you know?”
Conor shrugs. “He tests us all. I knew yours was coming. I could sense it in him. What did he do?”
“He offered me a brand new SUV, half a million dollars and a new identity if I left. He said it was my freedom.”
Conor lets out a low whistle. “I didn’t realize he was going to go that far. What did you say to him?”
“I told him to stick it all up his ass,” I reply and Conor laughs again.
“I wish I could have seen his face.”
“He wants me gone, Conor. How long before he gets his way?” I snuggle closer to him.
“He doesn’t want you gone. I get that he has a fucked up way of showing it, but, I told you, him trying to make you leave is really about him wanting you to stay.”
“That’s some twisted logic right there.”
“That’s Shane, Angel.”
“He said I make you all weak. And vulnerable. Do you think that?” I whisper.
Conor places his index finger under my chin and tilts my head up. He stares at me with those incredible brown eyes. “Do you?”
“No,” I swallow.
“Good. Because you make us all stronger, Jessie,” he replies, and then he bends his head low and seals my mouth with a kiss. I drag my fingers through his thick hair and pull him closer as I grind my hips against his.
His hand slides down to my ass, and he squeezes hard, making me groan into his mouth.
I pull back. “I need you, Conor,” I pant.
“I know, Angel,” he growls as he rolls on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. His hand slides down my body and between my thighs before he tugs my panties to one side and slides two of his fingers through my slick folds.
“Conor,” I gasp as I press myself against his hand.
“You want my fingers in you first, Angel?” he soothes as he starts to trail soft kisses over my neck and towards my breasts.
“Yes,” I breathe. Him and his magic fingers are exactly what I need.
He sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth at the same time as he pushes two fingers deep inside me. My hips shoot off the bed as the pleasure courses through me, and he chuckles softly. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”
“Conor,” I moan again as I release a rush of wet heat and my walls clench around him.
“Damn!” he hisses. “I need to taste me some of that sweet cream.”
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Please.”
“I won’t, baby. I know you like a good finger fucking,” he growls as his head sinks lower until he is so close I can feel his breath on my wet folds. He continues working his fingers inside me as he settles his warm mouth over my clit and begins to suckle. It’s not long before I’m coming apart around him as my orgasm rolls over me, making my entire body tremble.
Conor wraps me in his arms, and I lay my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat thumping gently against my ear.
He curls my hair around his fingers and I sigh contentedly.
“You realize if you’d got into that car and driven off, I’d have come found you and brought you straight back here, don’t you?” he asks softly.
“You would?”
“Yes. Don’t ever make me do that, Jessie,” his voice cracks. “I told you, I would burn the whole fucking world down to find you, Angel.”
“I won’t. I promise,” I say as I wrap my arms tighter around him.
