Page 74 of Conviction
“I don’t know if I can, Con. We… I was trying, but it never happened.”
Shit! She was trying to get pregnant with that slippery little toad. Yuk!
I push down the feelings of jealousy that start to rise up and tell her, “Well, you and him just weren’t meant to be, but you and me, we already know that we have what it takes. We did it once, we’ll do it again. We’ll find a way,” I reassure her. Absolutely confident in that moment that I want a baby. Our baby. I want to see Meebs’ belly round and full with a combination of our genes. Filled with a little person made from our love.
I want that.
I want her.
I want it all.
Istep out of theshower to Conner standing waiting for me, wearing nothing but a smile and a hard-on.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I comment with raised eyebrows. He holds out a big fluffy towel and wraps me in it, grinding his hips into me as he rubs me dry.
“What?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“I thought we just took care of that.” I gesture toward his dick.
“We did, but then you climbed out of bed, and I watched your tits bounce and your hips and arse sway as you walked toward the bathroom.” He shrugs as if that explains everything.
“And?” I shrug back.
“And now I need to be taken care of again,” he replies, giving me his best puppy dog eyes and pouting those deliciously full, plump, kissable lips of his.
“Tough titty, Everhard. I have to go to work,” I tell him. I wriggle out of his arms and head toward the apartment sized wardrobe, where a few of my clothes now hang.
Conner and I have spent the past three weeks, hidden away in absolute domestic bliss. Apart from his weekend in New York, which I couldn’t attend because I’d stupidly forgotten that my passport was still at my old house, leaving it too late to apply for a new one, we’ve hardly been apart or left his home. Obviously, I’ve been going to work every weekday, but our together time has all been spent at Conner’s.
In the three weeks that we’ve been together, I’ve only spent two nights at Sophie’s, and this weekend I’ve finally conceded and will be bringing all of my stuff here and moving in.
Life is good! I’m head over heels in love with the man I was destined to be with. I’m moving in with him, and I couldn’t be happier. Yes, everything has happened at lightning speed, but like Conner keeps telling me, ‘When you know, you know, right?’
The only thorn in my side right now is Marcus. He’s refusing to sign any of the divorce papers and has contacted my solicitors, telling Nate that he’s still prepared to go for counselling to try and save our marriage. He has no idea about Conner. No one outside of Conner’s trusted circle of friends, family and bandmates knows, except for Soph, of course.
I’ve agreed to meet Marcus at lunchtime today. He wanted to meet in a restaurant, but I refused and told him the park across the road from the salon and Sophie’s flat would suffice. He wasn’t happy but eventually agreed. The only problem is, I’ve yet to tell Conner, and I just know he’s going to flip when I do.
I throw some underwear on the bed and go back to pull a dress off the hanger. When I come back out of the wardrobe and remove the towel from around me, I realise my bra and knickers are missing. Conner is standing with his back to me at the bathroom sink, cleaning his teeth.
“What the fuck have I done with them?” I mumble to myself.
“What?” Conner asks through a mouthful of toothpaste.
“Nothing,” I call back while lifting the duvet and then bending to look under the bed.
“What you lost?” Conner asks from beside me.
“My bra and knickers. I swear I just put them on the bed. I’m seriously going nuts. All this sex is messing with my brain.”
When I stand back up, he’s leaning against the wall. Face serious, his dick still hard, my bra and knickers hanging from it.
“You fucker, Reed. That’s so not funny. I’m gonna be late, my first client is in at nine, who, it just happens, is my mother, and she’snotsomeone you wanna keep waiting, believe me.” I stand naked, arms folded across my chest, trying to look as serious and as pissed off as possible.
“Well, there’s a way to sort out my hard-on, just mention your mother. I usually use your brother as a cure.”
What?
“You think about my brother when you get a hard-on? I find that seriously disturbing Con, like wrong, really, really wrong.” I shudder at the thought.
