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Oh god. She needs to go. She needs to go now. However, Connor keeps talking to her like he’s not got a care in the world. I remove my hand from the seat and clutch his thigh, digging my fingernails. He sucks in a breath, but that’s the only reaction. Fuck. I forgot he likes that. Lucy finally walks away, and I let out a shaky moan. Connor’s mouth returns to my neck.

“That hickey is almost there. Now I want to make you come,” he tells me. “Spread your legs more,” he demands. I should stop this. We’re in a public place—our favorite restaurant. Instead, I do as he says.

“Good girl,” he whispers. My hips buck when he inserts two fingers into my pussy. “Are you going to come before she comes back?” he asks. It’s building, but I need more. I can’t speak to tell him, if I do the whole restaurant will know exactly what’s going on in this booth. He reads my face, though, because his thumb comes up and begins to rub my clit as his fingers pump in and out of my pussy. I lean my head against him, trying to keep my moans in.

“Connor,” I rasp.

He runs his lips along my forehead. “Bite my shoulder if you need to.” He pumps into me, and I can’t help but move my hips. I’m trying so hard not to respond in any way. My muscles are so tight I’m shaking, but I can’t stop. Not anymore.

I bite down on his shoulder as he told me and come on his hand and fingers. “That’s right, baby,” he moans. A squeak leaves my throat, but it’s the only noise I make. My heart beats a hundred miles a minute as I suck in air.

He slowly removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them off. I stare at him as desire continues to heat my veins. We should have gone home instead. Lucy walks up with our entrees. I’m so glad she didn’t show up a couple of minutes sooner.

“Enjoy!” She winks, then walks away. She knows. I’m sure my face is red as the salsa she just dropped off with our entrées. My appetite is completely gone. All I can think about is going home and riding Connor’s cock. Instead, I grab the margarita pitcher, pour him and me a glass, then chug mine. He smirks as he takes a sip from his glass. I glare at him over the top of my glass.

“You just wait,” I warn him. His smirk never leaves his face; in fact, it grows wider.

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it, Shortcake.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

BECCA

CONNOR HASbeen released to do physical activity again. Well, a physical activity where he’s allowed to lift something other than me. His words, not mine. He’s going to be home late tonight, so I decide to take a drive.

I stop at the Quik Mart gas station. There are a couple of blocks before the gas station that are not the best, but after the gas station, it’s best to have protection. Or, at least, it used to be. I haven’t been past this gas station since the day Connor rescued me. I tried once a few years ago but never tried again. Sitting in the parking lot, I stare at the street, trying to talk myself into moving, but I chicken out and drive away. Grabbing my phone to call Bailey, I jump when it starts ringing.

“I was just about to call you,” I answer.

“Really? Great minds think alike,” she replies. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I was driving around town. What are you doing?” I ask her.

“Caroline asked me to call you. Bass has to work late tonight, so she asked me to call the girls to come hang out,” she tells me.

“Yes. I am there!” I say excitedly. “See you soon.” I hang up and head toward Bass and Caroline’s house.

It has been a while since the girls have hung out. Bailey and I have not seen each other in a long time, not since she got attacked and Connor got hurt. I didn't want to leave him if we weren't all together.

Things seem to be finally getting back to normal. Well, as normal as they can be with us trying to figure out what to do about Donovan. I wonder how Liv is dealing with everything. This will be good for her too. I pull up to Bass and Caroline’s house, parking behind Ansley’s Corvette.

Walking up to the door, I chuckle at the hanging sign. “Baby sleeping. If you knock, baby will cry. Mom will cry. Dad will bury you.”

Shaking my head in amusement, I text Bailey to let her know I’m here. She opens the door a few seconds later and throws her arms around me, hugging me tight.

“It has been forever!” she exclaims. I hug her tightly before stepping back and walking in behind her. Following her to the kitchen, I begin to hear laughter. Bailey turns around and smiles at me. “Everyone else is already here.” Walking into the kitchen, I see they’re all gathered around the island.

When Caroline sees me, she claps her hands and hugs me tight. “Thanks for coming over last minute.”

I hug Ansley and Liv next. “Where’s Mia?”

“I just fed her. So she’s asleep, milk drunk.” I chuckle as she holds up a pitcher. “I made margaritas. We were waiting for you to get here before diving in. I made a charcuterie board, too.” She opens the fridge and pulls out a tray with meats, cheese, and fruits on it, placing it on the island.

“Wow! This looks great, Care,” Ansley says, grabbing a grape and popping it in her mouth. “How did you have time to make this with a newborn?” she asks.

Caroline huffs. “I had no idea newborns sleep all the time. I had to wake Mia up at four this morning to feed her because my boobs were hard as rocks.” She grabs the pitcher of margaritas and begins to pour everyone a glass. “I made two pitchers. I can only have one glass since I’m breastfeeding, but you all have as much as you want.” She lifts her glass. “Cheers!” Everyone clinks their glasses to each other, and there’s a chorus of cheers.

I chuckle as she takes a sip and hums. I take a sip and am pleasantly surprised at how good it is. Margaritas are my favorite. I’ll have to ask her for the recipe. “This is really good.” I take another sip.

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