Page 515 of Lodestar

Felt the loss of the vibrations?—

A sharp, piercing scream escaped me as he held it to my clit, and pressed his dick to my cunt, and thrust up into me with less care than usual, but fuck if I gave a damn.

I needed him.

I felt so goddamn empty and my pussy was pulsing around nothing. Being full gave me something to hold onto.

I sank down on him, just enjoying the sensation of fullness, but it only made the vibrations more intense.

A choppy wail rushed from my lips as his hands grabbed my ass and he started moving me on top of him, urging me to ride him.

My brain and body were both flying high as I began, but I paused halfway because another freakin’ orgasm was there, right there.

“Conor!” I screamed, coming so hard and so fast that I knew my heart was going to explode if I didn’t turn off this machinenow. My thumb hovered over the button, but he shoved my hand away, not giving me any reprieve.

As I pulsed around him, I knew the vibrations were strong enough for him to feel deep inside. He ground out a curse then growled as he came, my pussy milking him for every drop of cum as I climaxed a-goddamn-gain, his fingers digging into my ass as he continued urging me to ride him, not stopping until both of us were wrung out. Then, and only then, did he reach for the vibrator. Then, and only then, did he switch it off.

I sagged against him and did the unthinkable—I burst into tears.

Never in my fucking life had I…

My brain blue-screened.

I couldn’t…

What the?—

“Shh, shhh,” he rumbled against my ear, stroking his hand over my hair, soothing me, gentling me. “It’s okay. You were so beautiful, Star. So fucking beautiful.”

“It felt… I couldn’t…” I garbled out more nonsense words.

“Shh, shh,” he whispered, rolling back onto the sheets and drawing the corner of one blanket over us.

As he cuddled me into him, he kept on murmuring the sweetest of words, words I didn’t deserve. God…

“I don’t deserve you,” I sobbed. “I’m a horrible person and you’re not.”

“I’m capable of horrible things too,” he replied softly, his hand continuing that slow, long stroke as he soothed me when I was the one who should be soothing him. “But maybe, together, we can do something better? We canbebetter. Or we can at least try…”

I bit my lip. “I killed Priestley.”

“I know you did.”

“Brennan told you?”

“No. Ma said that Niall was with Callum’s mother now. Full time. I read between the lines.” His throat bobbed. “I trust that she deserved it?”

“She did,” I whispered. “Some people need to die, Conor. Forrest and Bagpipes, hell, even Brennan softened up because she had a pussy. But I fuckingknewshe was scum. She turned.” I clicked my fingers. “Just like that and just for me. How can I not… How could I stop? She was dangerous. She’d have made that kid hate the O’Do—” I broke off. “—us,too.”

He pressed a kiss to my temple and, slowly, as if he were allowing the words to form organically, murmured, “I’ve never needed you to be anything other than yourself. I think I forgot that today. I’m sorry, Star, and I’m grateful that you do the dirty work to protect the people you love.”

I pressed my forehead against his chest. “Even if that dirty work makes you hate me?”

“I could never hate you.”

“You say that now.”

“I say it and I mean it. Just… the only thing you could ever do to make me hate you is to leave me.” His arms tightened around me. “And to take Kat away. Don’t do that. Please.”

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