Page 48 of Sticking Out

“Conner,” I whisper, and put my arms on his shoulders. “He was your brother. You loved him and he loved you. You had a bond. He watched out for you. Protected you.”

He frowns. “Yeah.” A beat of silence and then, “You don’t think he did it to hurt me in some way? If you look at it logically, without emotions, it seems like that’s the only answer.”

“There are more boxes,” I tell him. “Maybe you can find the answers you’re looking for in one of them.” Or maybe he should leave well enough alone and not go searching for the truth.

His hands fall from my body and I see the fear and worry in his face. “I might do that.”

“In the meantime, I think I need to put my hands on your body.”

He moans and throws his head back as soon as my fingers touch his chest. My moan mingles with his, and I touch him longingly, lovingly. Yes, I love this man. I have loved him for a very long time now and my heart aches with the truth that he’s never loved me back. I let my hands go lower until I’m gripping his beautiful cock and he cups my face, stares into my eyes as I stroke him. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I whisper.

“What I’m hearing is you’re in this for the sex too,” he murmurs, as he slides his hands around my body and turns me until I’m facing the wall. More shower sex. I resist the urge to scream hallelujah. He spreads me, and a second later, his cock is inside me, stretching me as it hits all the right spots.

“Conner, yes.” I claw at the wall, as he holds my hips and moves in and out of my body. My brain shuts down and I hope his does too. I want nothing more than peace for this man after his awful discovery.

He grunts and bends over me, kissing my back. “You feel so good, babe.” It takes only seconds and I’m clenching around him, my orgasm fast and powerful. “Fuck.”

I chuckle as he curses, my liquid heat no doubt bringing on his climax. He grunts again, drives deep and stays inside me, filling me with his hot seed. He pulls me upright and holds me against his body, his hands on my stomach, holding me with tender care.

Backing us both up, he takes us under the spray and rinses off our sated bodies. Once we’re cleaned, he turns off the water, and spins me. “Ready?”

I playfully glance at his flaccid cock. “As if…”

He laughs. “For the test.”

My heart jumps with excitement and nervousness. “I am.”

We step from the shower and he hands me a fluffy towel. “I’ll go heat the pizza. Come down when you’re ready.”

“Would it be weird if I asked you to stay?”

“I’ve been inside you a million times, Dani. Nothing is weird after that.”

“Peeing on a stick might be.”

He grabs the test from the drawer, opens it up and hands it to me, and my heart fills with everything I feel for this man. “Pee.”

I nod and take the stick and he pulls his phone from his pocket to set the timer. I sit and pee on the stick and set it on the wrapper on the sink. I clean myself up, and sink to the floor to wait. Conner slides in next to me and takes my hand. I turn to look at him as hope wells up inside me.

“Tomorrow we’re telling my folks that we’re just dating, but if that test is positive, we might be elaborating on that,” I say as I glance at the stick. He smiles, brings my hand to my mouth and kisses it. With that we both go quiet, lost in thought, and his gaze darts to mine when his timer goes off.

I take a deep breath, stand, and pick up the stick.

18

Conner

“How do I look?”

I close the fridge as Dani comes into the kitchen, smoothing her hand over her pretty yellow sundress, her lashes blinking rapidly. It’s easy to tell she’s nervous. “Beautiful as always, and it’s a backyard barbecue, not a dinner at the White House. We’ve done it a million of times so you don’t have to be nervous.”

She laughs. “I know, but we have never told my parents we were dating before.” She’s right. But she did once tell them she was dating my brother. I wasn’t there to see their reaction, of course. I can only imagine they were elated, though. She landed the Birch brother with brains and a college career ahead of him. “It’s not like I can tell them we’re sleeping together because I asked you to be my baby daddy.” Beneath the worry I catch the hint of sadness. Stepping up to her, I pull her in for a hug.

“It will happen, Dani. It’s hasn’t been that long, and hey we get to have more sex and I believe you said something about me being amazeballs.”

She miles up at me, and I kiss the tip of her nose. “I almost feel relieved to be honest. I think we need to let our parents get used to the idea of us being together before we spring a baby on them.”

“I agree, and what about the more sex part? Does that make you happy?” What am I doing? Fishing for compliments? Trying to figure out if she might want to keep this relationship going after she’s pregnant. I mentally scold myself. Jesus, she wants my DNA because she’s still in love with her late husband. I inch back, and before she can answer, I hold my arms out. “How do I look?”

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