Page 46 of Blood & Betrayals

“Fine,” I agree. It’s not like I’ve encountered anyone else that I want to fuck, anyway.

Connor kisses me again, the touch of his lips whisper-soft. I scoot closer, wanting more, but he releases me and pulls back a little. “Good, because I think about last night and that… thing you did. Constantly.”

I glance at his lips. “What thing?”

Connor’s cheeks flush. “You know, when you,” he swallows hard, “grabbed me.”

I purse my lips, thinking. I know he’s talking about when I pulled him into me, that moment when I took control, but it’s more fun to play with him. “Hmm…” I lean in, biting his ear and whispering, low and filthy, “Maybe you should follow me into the bathroom and show me.”

I pull back, appreciating how his pupils have almost completely swallowed up the blue of his irises. Sliding out of the booth, I glance at him one more time before turning and heading toward the restroom.

19

Summer

Istep into the bathroom and check the few stalls. Once I ensure they’re all empty, I stand in front of the mirror and touch up my lipstick as I wait for Connor. The door slowly creaks open, and I meet his dark eyes in the mirror.

“Hey, big guy,” I purr. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Connor steps inside and closes the door. I hear the lock click, and then he slowly walks toward me. He stands behind me, his hands sinfully gliding down my sides to my hips. His fingers close into fists, bunching the material of my skirt and slowly sliding the hem up my thighs. He keeps his eyes locked on mine in the mirror, the blue nothing more than a thin ring around the darkening center.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” His normally unshakeable voice wavers with nerves, but the press of his cock against my ass tells me just how badly he wants this. My big angel likes this. Something about the forbidden appeals to him, and I wonder if the golden boy has ever toed the line of darkness.

“No?” I ask, my voice even.

His gaze strays lower in the mirror, and he groans at the sight of my bunched-up white wool skirt and the white lace panties beneath.

“Have you?” he asks, captivated. He slides his hand over my stomach and into my panties. The lace is already completely saturated from my arousal. “Fuck.” The curse slips from him, low and filthy, as he slides a finger through my core.

I moan. “Maybe…”

Connor presses his thick finger inside me, stirring it slowly, stretching me. I widen my stance, opening to him. He rubs his erection against me and slowly starts to push another finger inside me. I grab his wrist, and he pauses, his gaze linking with mine again.

“Rule one of sex in a risky place, big guy. We don’t have a lot of time.” I pull his hand free of my panties and spin around, slamming my lips to his in a desperate kiss. Connor groans and lifts me onto the counter. My hand flies to his belt, and I practically rip it open before shoving his pants down. Connor already has a condom ready, and he rolls it on while I shift and wiggle, pushing my panties off. He grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the counter, plunging his thick cock deep. I gasp and wrap my legs around him, savoring the burn mixed with the pleasure. Desperation hums through us, infecting our bodies, and I kiss him again, using his mouth to muffle my moans as he settles into a steady rhythm.

I bite his lip and move my hands to his ass. I sink my nails into the heavy muscles and yank him against me. At the same time, I arch against him, taking him so deep I ache with it. Connor’s shout vibrates through me, and he thrusts faster, his pace turning frenzied as he responds to my silent demand for more. Harder. Brutal. Frenzied.

I need to be punished.

“Love that. Tell me what you want,” he pants into my lips.

I slide my lips over his jaw and to his neck, biting him hard. No doubt, it will leave a bruise, and I can’t wait to see it. I dig my nails in deep, pulling him harder against me. He stumbles forward, his cock pounding deep into my wet pussy. Connor curses into my ear, and I suck on his neck. The pleasure and ache are so overwhelming, and my need is so intense that my orgasm comes quickly and unexpectedly. I try to muffle my cry into his neck, but I’m not entirely convinced I’m successful. My pussy clenches around him, pulsing and demanding his release. Connor slams deep, and his body goes rigid, his shout of pleasure echoing mine.

Connor pants against my shoulder, clinging to me as his hips slow. “Hell of a way to start a date,” he says with a breathless laugh.

I smirk and bite his neck again before pulling back and unwrapping my legs from around his hips. Connor slowly pulls out of me, and we both hiss. A shiver goes through me at the loss of his heat, and I take a few deep breaths. Connor steps back, his massive chest still heaving and his eyes glazed. I jump down from the counter, hoping my shaky legs will hold me. I push down my skirt and glance in the mirror, blushing at my appearance. My lipstick is messy, and my lips are bruised and swollen. His hands have made a mess of my hair, and my eyes are overly bright from my orgasm. I quickly freshen my makeup and run my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself look less like I’ve just been fucked in the restroom.

Connor leans against the wall, watching me in the mirror. He fixes his pants and steps up behind me. Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, he whispers, “I’ll see you back at the table.” His hand lingers on my hip for a moment, and he squeezes as if loathe to let me go before leaving the bathroom.

I take a few more minutes to put myself back together, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. Her smile is toogenuine to be mine, and the flicker of hope in her eyes does not belong to me. The walk back through the restaurant is almost empowering. Maybe people know what we were doing, maybe they don’t, but I know what we were doing. I felt it, experienced it.

Connor is perusing the menu when I slide into the booth. He clears his throat, his cheeks still pink. “Well, that was…” He clears his throat again, his blush deepening.

I lift an eyebrow, waiting for the end of his sentence.

“Well, you wonder why I want to make you my girlfriend.” He chuckles.

I open my menu, lifting it so that I can hide the delicate little smile that’s lighting up my face, unsure if I’m ready to share it yet.

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