Uncovered Love, page 13
“Why?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
His fingers dance along my hips, and his gaze goes far away, like he’s remembering something and deciding whether he wants to tell me.
Tell me. It’s not a want to know, it’s a need to know now.
“I told you I moved around with my ma a lot growing up, right?”
“You did.”
“Then I went to live with my dad when he found out about me. The reason he found out about me? My ma committed suicide when I was eight.”
Oh God.
One of his hands comes up to play with a strand of my hair, but his voice is dead when he continues, “See. My dad had an affair with my ma. He didn’t know about me, because he broke it off when Ma told him she was pregnant with me. She still put his name on my birth certificate so when I found her body…”
“You found her?”
“After school.”
“Jesus, Con…” He was so young. Barely older than my own daughters.
“I came home and she looked like she was sleeping.” His voice breaks, but he continues, “She was so cold though, and then I saw the empty bottle of pills. I remember calling nine one one, and the only reason I knew to do that was because we had a safety talk at school that week.”
Jesus Christ. My heart fractures in my chest thinking about the little boy coming home from school to discover tragedy.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It was a long time ago. She was depressed. I didn’t know what it was called at the time, but I found out later she was diagnosed with depression, and I guess it all got to be too much for her to handle.”
I don’t know what to say.
He continues, “That’s how my father found out about me. Can’t say living with him was a picnic either. Then you know what happened in high school with April. And now this with Emma. I’m never where I’m supposed to be when it matters most, so I can’t, Als.”
With that he drops his hand from my hair.
I’m sitting in his lap, but he couldn’t be farther from me.
“Can’t or won’t, Con?”
“Does it matter?” His eyes hold a challenge, a plea. Let this go. Ignore it. He wants to forget about the madness that has overcome us lately.
My heart breaks for the little boy. I feel for the teenager who had his first taste of young love before it was ripped away. But I’m not backing down. I’ve had a taste of him, and I’m not giving in that easily.
Standing, I say, “It does. Because if it’s can’t, then we can work through it—together—until you can. If it’s won’t, then I’d call you a coward.”
“That’s not fair, and you know it, Ally.”
“No. What’s not fair? You’re letting your past determine your future. You’re letting what happened before railroad what can happen. You’re letting one terrible accident in your past stop whatever this is in your present. I deserve better than that.”
He shoves to his feet, some of his temper starting to come through, as he harshly says, “Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I’m aware that you and the girls deserve better than me? Don’t you think I know we should forget this—forget whatever is going on between us—and go back to normal?”
“What’s normal, Connor? Us wanting each other and ignoring it? I’ve done that; I’ve ignored it for years. I’m not doing it anymore. I’m sorry for your mom and April. I’m so damned sorry you had to go through that. But all I’m saying is whatever is going on up here”—I lightly touch his forehead—“is stopping what can grow in here.” I place my other hand over his heart. The steady beat of it thumps against my palm. “And that’s a shame.”
His eyes flare, and I think I’m getting through to him.
Before he can reply, I say, “I can’t—no, I won’t—force your hand. If you don’t want me and the girls—because we’re a package deal—that’s your choice.”
I turn to walk toward the front door.
I deserve a man who’ll face life’s challenges with me, one who will hold me up when I falter and ground me if I’m flying too high. One who won’t live in the past but instead look to the brightness of the future with me.
I’m done playing the back-and-forth game. I do deserve better.
Connor
Watching Ally turn away from me?
Urgency grips me, and before I stop myself, before I rationalize that it’s for the best that she’s leaving, I lunge after her.
My previous resolve to write off the kisses, the affection, and the feelings I have for her dies as I lock my hand around her elbow, whipping her around to face me before I crash my mouth down to hers.
Where the urgency came from? I have no idea.
I don’t know if it was her point that we can’t always protect the ones we love, or that I was letting my past overshadow my life, but something broke through.
If she thinks we can make this work, then I’ll do my damnedest to be the man she needs.
Maybe it’s stupid. Maybe I’m making a mistake. But when the sweet taste of her lips invades my senses, I couldn’t give a shit less.
One thought rings loudly through the blood rushing in my ears.
Mine.
Threading my hand through her hair, I give in to the sultry promise of her lips under mine. I’m done fighting the sheer need I have for her.
I want to taste every inch of her. I want her to plead, to writhe, and unravel before my eyes.
I nip at her bottom lip and capitalize on her hitched breath by dipping my tongue into her mouth, gliding and swirling around her own. I let her elbow go and grasp her chin to tilt her head for an even deeper taste.
Her hands lock onto my forearms, and I can feel the tremor in her fingers as she digs her nails into my skin. The slight sting brings me back to my senses and I pull back, gentling the kiss before breaking away.
Being the man she needs doesn’t mean mauling her in my half-finished living room.
The silky texture of her hair is sliding against my palms. I need to say something. The best I come up with is, “Okay. I’ll try. We’ll try.”
A small smile curls her lips. “Wow.”
My forehead drops to hers and our breaths mingle. My heart is thundering. I was so against this, so against being with her that I wasn’t prepared for the way she demanded more from me. I didn’t know she could demand more from me, but she did.
“Yeah.” My voice is gruff, like two rocks scraping together. “You could say that again.”
“Say it? Why don’t we do it again?” Her hands come up to cradle my face, and she drags my lips back to hers.
Fire singes along my scalp, and my fingers itch to drag her back to my lair like a caveman, but I know she can’t stay, no matter how badly I want her to.
She pulls back and squeezes her eyes shut. “Wait. Wait. I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re upset and I want you to be sure.”
Now she’s the one having doubts.
“I’m sure.” The declaration is firm. She’s everything warm and light. She’s what I need. If she thinks that I can be what she needs then I’m in.
Her hands dip into the band of my shorts, and my cock rises to the occasion of meeting her fingers. I’m desperate for her touch, even though I know we should take it slower.
Before I can capture her hands to move them into a safer zone, she shoves at my shorts and follows them down until she’s on her knees in front of me.
Talk about a fucking fantasy.
One of her hands wraps tightly around my cock as the other digs into my ass cheek to hold me in place. I hiss out a breath even as I try to tug her back to her feet.
“Als, baby…”
“Hush, you. I wouldn’t be down here if I didn’t want to be, so just let me have my fun.”
Fun? Sucking my dick is fun for her?
All rational thought flees as her tongue dips along the crown. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come in three seconds. I’m biting back the need to fist my hands in her hair and savagely fuck her mouth.
Don’t look down. Don’t look down.
If I see her sucking me, it’s all over from there. I can’t come back from that image.
With her lips closing over the head, she sucks gently, and my hips shoot forward uncontrollably.
No. This isn’t going to work. I’m not going to bust in her mouth after seconds like an untried kid.
I fight back the rising orgasm that’s clawing its way through me. Baseball cards, flesh-eating amoebas…I call to mind pretty much every unsexy thing I can to get my focus off the fact that Ally fucking Sawyer is sucking my dick in my living room.
She takes me deep, and I feel the back of her throat close around my length. Her hum of appreciation has me looking down before I can stop myself.
Eyes the most beautiful hazel lock with mine. Her lips stretch around my girth as her fingers trace over me lightly in an almost reverent caress of discovery, and feelings erupt in my chest.
Game over.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I shout.
Waves of pleasure batter me boneless, and I’m seconds from toppling over. That was both the most amazing and embarrassing moment of my life.
Who the hell comes in thirty seconds from a fucking blow job?
This guy right here.
My heart pounds, and I can’t catch my breath as she lovingly nuzzles my groin, licking the last drops of my release from me like a cat lapping up the last of its milk. I. Am. Undone.
Chin to my chest, I watch Ally’s smug smile dance along her lips, and she should be smug.
I came like a lightning strike, one minute indiscernible and the next right fucking there.
Once I get my sea legs back, I’m going to haul her ass all the way to my room and sully the shit out of her. Just as soon as I catch my breath.
Fuck it. Who needs air anyway? Crouching down, I hook my arms under her elbows and lift. “Come here, baby.”
I brush her hair off her face and fasten my mouth to hers.
The salty evidence of my release is barely detectable, but there’s still enough to send blood rushing to my dick in anticipation of a repeat.
“Can you stay?” The question is quiet, and I hold my breath waiting for her to answer.
“Not all night, but I don’t have to be home for a little bit.”
Would I love it if I could fuck her, fall asleep next to her, and then wake up with her? Without a doubt, but I’m more than happy to take what I can get right now. As much as I want the former, I know Emma will need her, so I have to be content with the latter.
I step out of the shorts sitting at my ankles and hitch Ally up, carrying her to my room, before dropping her on my bed.
She’s tumbled in my sheets, and I get hit with the feeling that this is where she belongs. Here with me. Always with me.
I can think about that later. I reach down and tug at the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. The lacy red of her bra catches my attention for the briefest moment before I give in to my instinct and dip down to suck her nipple into my mouth through the fabric.
“Oh, God.”
“Mm,” I rumble against the tip of her breast. “You taste fantastic.”
I remove her bra, and it joins her shirt on my floor somewhere. The pale mounds of her breasts are on display, and my mouth waters at the sight of her pink nipples, hardening further under my gaze.
She lies back, and a flush of arousal covers her chest. I want to beat my chest and conquer the world for her. I want to lock her to me, never let her go, and cherish her.
Before I can get too caught up in the emotions raging through me, I drag my lips along her collarbone, then run my fingers up to massage and cup her breasts. With a pointed tip pinched between my fingers, I get insane pleasure at the way her hips shoot forward in search of friction.
Soon, baby. Soon.
“Connor, please. I don’t need foreplay, I swear. Just fuck me already.”
I kiss my way down her sternum to the faint lines that prove she held, grew, and delivered life. These marks are evidence her body can do amazing and wonderful things, evidence of her bringing two of the brightest lights in my life into the world.
The girls might not be mine biologically, but ever since she plopped them into my arms, they’ve owned a part of my heart no one else has.
I can’t go by without paying homage to those battle scars, no matter Ally’s urging otherwise.
With light kisses along her navel and abdomen, I tug her denim pants down and off. Like her bra, her panties are fire engine red, and I dip a finger along her core over the lace. Sure enough, I can feel the damp pool of arousal gathered behind the fabric.
“You may not need foreplay, baby, but until your legs are shaking and you’re praying, begging, to go over that edge, I’m not letting you. So let me have my fun.”
If someone had told me at the start of the day that I’d have Ally in my bed, I wouldn’t have believed it. I’m still fuzzy on how we went from her giving me a piece of her mind to me having a slice of nirvana under my hands and mouth, but here we are.
Damned if I squander the opportunity.
“I love the feel of you under my hands, under my lips. The taste of you on my tongue is fucking addictive. So, no, Ally. I’m not going to ‘just fuck you.’ I’m going to savor this, savor you, until we can’t take it anymore, until we’re both going to lose our minds from the need, from the want, and then you can come on my face. Got it?” Dipping my tongue along the lace, I suck her into my mouth through her panties.
A breath gusts out of her as she answers, “Got it. Yep. Oh, fucking Jesus.”
“Not Jesus. Say it with me—Connor. If you’re going to be calling anything out, it better be that.”
I drag her panties down until I’m left with only the quivering, sexy woman who has starred in more of my fantasies than I care to admit.
I spread her legs farther before settling my frame between her legs. The thatch of light blonde curls at the top of her sex beckons me as much as the shadowed crease of her entrance.
My thumbs spread her lips until the hood of her clit comes into view. I can’t hold back or slow down. Tongue to clit, I lavish the button with attention and am rewarded with stifled curses falling from Ally’s mouth.
Her musky flavor shorts out my brain, and the dirty-talking suave part of me dies as my control dwindles.
I’m not a neat pussy eater. I’m a “get in there and make her beg” sloppy pussy eater, and I’m damned proud of it.
Sucking her labia into my mouth, I tease the swollen flesh with gentle scrapes of my teeth as my thumb dips toward her core.
She twitches against the pad of my finger, and with the slightest bit of pressure, her hips thrust against my face in search of more.
Restlessly, I piston my hips against my sheets in search of my own friction, but it’s not enough. I need the snug heat of her wrapped around me. I need to feel her in my arms as I fuck us both over the cliff that’s been years in the making.
I can’t get carried away though. I don’t have any condoms, and I won’t push her for more right now.
Swiping my tongue through her drenched silky sweetness, I work my way back up to her clit before sucking it into my mouth and thrusting a finger inside her.
“Oh, God, Connor, I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.”
Triumph roars through me at hearing her, feeling her unravel in my arms, as I work her through a hard orgasm.
Back bowed on the bed, her tits point to the sky and tremble at the shocks rocking through her system. Instead of stopping, I make the mad swirling of my tongue even harder because I’ll be damned if I don’t make up for the blowjob that wrecked me.
Before the first orgasm can fully die down, I add another finger inside her and suck at her clit again, which sends another release careening through her.
She’s past words now. I can barely see her, but what I do see is her mouth open on a silent scream. Satisfaction courses through me.
She falls limp as I rear up to my knees. I fist the length of my dick and jack myself to her avid gaze. My hand shuttles from base to tip, and it takes less than three strokes for my own orgasm to barrel through me.
Thick ropes of come lash her stomach and breasts, the evidence of how fucking worked up this woman has me painting her skin and making me roar with my climax.
Once the last of my orgasm fades, I topple to the sheet beside her, blindly grabbing some tissues from the nightstand to clean her up.
When that’s done, I lie back down. She scooches her head to rest on my chest, and her fingers thread through the hair there. Then she asks, “You didn’t want to have sex?”
I look her in the eye. “I do. But we can’t. It’s been a while for me, and I don’t have any protection here…yet.”
Bet your ass I’ll be picking some up.
“Oh.”
I press a kiss to her lips and ask, “I know we’re going about this ass backward, but I want to take you on a real date. Let me?”
A sleepy but replete smile graces her face, causing the dimple next to her mouth to dance. “I’d love that.”
Ally
This man wants to date me.
Giddy elation soars through my heart at the thought.
My skin hasn’t even fully cooled yet, and my desire for him sure hasn’t either. I understand why he stopped; I appreciate the effort and I’ll give him the highest grade for it, but I’m not done with him yet. Now that I finally have him I’m not wasting any time.
Throwing my leg over his hips, I straddle him. The hard kick of his cock butting up against the lips of my sex is enough to tell me he’s not done with me either.
Delicious.
Leaning down, I pepper his chest with kisses, moving up with each one until I have his lips against mine again.
Home. This—he—feels like home, and I’m done fighting it. Done fighting against the want I have for him. The we shoulds or shouldn’ts. I’m just done.
“I’m on birth control and clean. You?”
“I’m clean.” A hard swivel from my hips causes a gust of air to leave him. “Short on the birth control though.”
