Page 111 of Connor's Claim

He grumbled and went lower. “I’ve plenty of faults. Is it wrong that I still want to knock ye out so I can keep ye here all night?”

I rolled my eyes. Eventually, we’d have to go down to talk to his crew. But I needed a little longer alone with the man I loved. “Tell me about the tracking device. Where is it?”

Connor shifted down the bed, at the last moment reaching for the side table’s drawer. He took my vibrator with him.

Between my thighs, he pushed it inside me, gazing down at my core while I bucked and moaned. We’d had sex twice already. I only wanted more.

“Here.” He slid his hand under my backside and tapped my cheek with one finger.

“When?”

Connor lifted me for his mouth, fusing to my clit while gliding the vibrator in and out of me. I relaxed back with my arms above my head, lost in the playing. The toy buzzed to life, and instantly, I melted.

“Too good.”

He smiled against me. Flicked his tongue. I splintered, going limp with yet another orgasm.

Then the toy was out of me and his dick pushed into its place. Connor flipped us over so I was on top and settling astride him. He reached for my breasts, palming them, admiring, and taking the weight.

“The tracker happened about two years after I left.”

I angled my head, the question half forgotten. “How?”

“I never stopped thinking about ye or worrying. I found myself checking your father’s meetings to see which of his associates would be in town. There was one guy I hadn’t liked the look of, so when he was listed as an attendee, I couldn’t stay away. I broke into your bedroom to watch over ye.”

“I had no idea.”

“Ye wouldn’t. I’d started using sedatives by that point.”

“You drugged me even then?” After the assault, and Connor leaving, I’d had nightmares and sometimes hadn’t been able to sleep. There had been a couple of occasions when that eased. Now I knew why.

“Twice. The second time was my limit. Seeing ye drove me insane. My compromise was the tracker which I could check, even if I vowed to stay away.”

His phone buzzed. It had several times, but now, he checked the screen.

“Arran and Genevieve are ordering dinner. Want anything?”

I rode his dick. “Get a menu.”

“On it.” He typed an answer, reading out loud what he was writing. “Send it over. I’ll give up playing with Everly’s tits long enough to scarf down a meal.”

“Jerk. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Fuck. Why didn’t ye tell me? I would’ve taken a break in trying to get ye pregnant to feed ye.”

He bucked up, and my laugh turned into a moan.

“Is that what you’re trying to do?”

“Aye.” He frowned. “Though I’ll have to quit the sedatives then.”

Our conversation paused for me to take my pleasure on his rigid form, then Connor flipped me again to drive into me until he, too, fell.

“Filled with my cum at all times,” he breathed. “And tits out. Whatever else has changed, that rule stands.”

While he tracked me and got me pregnant. I must be messed up in the head that those things kindled such strong happiness in me.

A little while on, food was on the way, so we showered and dressed, ready to cross the hall for the opposite apartment.

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