Page 73 of Connor

"Goddamn," he muttered, his thumbs stroking over my sensitive nipples, watching the way they hardened under histouch. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his expression fucking starving.

"You like that?" I panted, moving slowly, dragging my hips up and down his cock, feeling every thick inch of him stretching me open the further down I got.

His fingers kneading my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

"I fucking love it," he growled.

He sat up suddenly, mouth latching onto one aching peak, sucking hard. A cry tore from my throat, holding him there as he licked, sucked, teased until I was shaking in his lap, riding him harder, faster.

"You’re so goddamn perfect," he rasped against my skin. "Look at you, riding me so good, taking me so fucking deep—"

I whimpered, grinding against him, his words making everything tighter, hotter.

"Connor—"

"That’s it, baby," he coaxed, voice low and filthy. "You gonna come for me? Gonna make a fucking mess all over my cock?"

I shuddered, the heat building, spiraling, my thighs trembling as I bounced on his cock, riding him faster, harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together obscene.

"I need—" My voice cracked, desperate, my nails biting into his shoulders.

"I got you," he murmured, one hand dropping between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling just right.

My entire body locked up.

"Connor!" I sobbed, my orgasm slamming into me so hard I nearly collapsed against him. My walls fluttered around his cock, squeezing, milking him, and he groaned, brutal, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight as he fucked me, chasing his own release.

"Jesus fucking—" He snarled, his rhythm turning erratic, his cock throbbing inside me.

"Come inside me," I begged, breathless, wrecked. "Please—"

His entire body tensed. His hips snapped up, burying himself deep as he broke, a rough, guttural growl tearing from his throat as he spilled inside me, filling me with his warmth.

We shook together, both panting, breathless, clinging to each other like we were afraid to let go.

Silence stretched, nothing but the sound of our breathing, the lingering tremors, the heat still simmering beneath our skin.

Then—his arms grabbed me.

His lips brushed my temple, soft, lingering.

"No other women could ever compare to you, Summer," he murmured, voice hoarse, possessive. "I’ve spent enough months trying to forget you—and that’s all the others were—but they couldn’t compare to the way I feel when you’re with me… When we’re together like this."

Chapter 23

Connor

Summer’s curled into me. My arm still draped over her waist, my palm pressed against the soft skin of her stomach. It’s a thoughtless thing, something I must have done in my sleep.

Because for the first time, I really saw it.

The bump.

It’s small, barely there, but it’s there. Real.

That’s my kid. Our kid.

My pulse hammered in my ears as my fingers flexed slightly, brushed over the curve of her stomach. The heat of it seeped into my skin, and fuck—fuck—this wasn’t just some abstract concept anymore. This wasn’t just Summer saying she’s pregnant, or Vic swinging at me because I knocked up his sister, or North rolling his eyes. This was real.

---