Page 75 of Conviction
I hold my hand out, hoping he’s going to pass me my undies. He wiggles his eyebrows and gives me his favourite smile, the one that takes me back to when we were kids, and he used to flirt and make me blush. The memories of what we’ve been through to get to this point cause a lump to form in my throat, tears to sting my eyes and my heart to squeeze.
“I’m meeting Marcus today,” I can’t help blurting it out. When he smiles at me like that, it just does something to me, and there’s no way I could leave this morning without being honest with him. The smile instantly falls from his face.
“What?” he frowns as he asks.
“Marcus. I’ve agreed to meet him at lunchtime, today.”
He pulls my underwear from his dick and slings them down on the bed. I grab them and step into my knickers.
“No way, Meebs! No way are you meeting with that fucker,” he paces as he talks.
“Con, I want a divorce. I need to keep him sweet so that he’ll sign the papers. He wanted to go out for dinner to discuss our issues,” I use air quotes on the ‘discuss our issues’ part.
“But I refused. Then he suggested lunch and I said no, telling him the park opposite the salon, or nowhere. He eventually agreed.”
He walks past me into the wardrobe and emerges as I’m trying to reach my zip, wearing a pair of sweat shorts. Without me even asking, he zips up the back of my dress, and that one small act sends a rush of emotions through me and again causes tears to sting my eyes. I turn and wrap my arms around him.
“I’m going to be in the park, across the road from the salon. It’ll be broad daylight, in the middle of summer. The schools have broken up for the holidays, there’ll be people everywhere. I’ll be fine.”
He pulls me in close and kisses my neck.
“He’s a slippery, slimy little fucker. I don’t trust him, Meebs. What’s he trying to achieve by seeing you anyway?”
I return his kisses, running mine up his throat and along his jaw. His erection is back, and he grinds into me, probably without even thinking about it.
“I don’t know, Con. Apparently, he wants to discuss the house and some joint shares we have.”
I’m not going to tell him that he wants us to try again, that will just raise Conner’s paranoia levels to DEFCON 12 or whatever level that shit goes to.
“I want you to keep your phone in your hand, and I want you to stay in view of the shop.”
He rakes his hand through his hair while still grinding his dick into my belly.
“And don’t let him walk you away from the crowds. You stay where the people are, you understand?” He lifts my chin up so that I’m looking at him. “You listening to what I’m saying, Meebs?”
My eyes meet his, and I nod. “I’ll be fine. I have to go else I’m gonna be late.”
I kiss him long and hard on the mouth and turn to leave. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me back into him.
“I love you. Ring me as soon as you’re done with dickwad.” He kisses my nose.
“I will. I love you too.”
The rest of my morningis horrible. I spend three hours listening to my mother telling me what a royal disappointment I am to her and my father. That she’s embarrassed by my divorce. That I’m making a huge mistake, I’ll never find another husband like Marcus and why can’t I be more like my brother’s wife Tierney and be happy staying home and running the odd charity.
I don’t bother trying to explain any of my actions. I remain silent and instead take my mind to the two toe-curling orgasms Conner gave me this morning. I actually blush as I think about the way I went off like a rocket when he lapped at my clit with his tongue, slid and curled two fingers inside my pussy at the same time as he slid two inside my arse.
I’ve never been touched there, like that, but my orgasm was instant and intense. Conner is now adamant that we need to seriously consider me giving up my anal virginity to him sometime in the very near future.
My blush deepens when I realise I’m entirely on board with that idea.
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as my mother drones on and on while I almost come on the spot thinking about Conner Reed and his amazing tongue, mouth, lips, fingers and dick.
Despite her immense disappointment in me as a daughter, and a human being in general, my mother is apparently impressed with my hairdressing skills and leaves the salon, reasonably happy and without offering to pay a penny. She doesn’t even leave a tip for the poor apprentice.
I have thirty minutes until I have to meet Marcus and as I step into mine and Sophie’s office, she passes me a glass of wine.
“Your mother’s a cunt. Sorry, but I just needed to put that out there.” I chuckle at the truth of Sophie’s words.
