Page 93 of Finding Forgiveness
“You do realise she’s still your best friend, right?”
I flick my hand at him as I push my head further back into the seat. “You don’t understand, everything is changing, Con, who knows when I’ll get to see her again.”
“You’re going to see her in the morning, Cass,” he says, chuckling as he tightens his grip on my hand. “Have you forgotten we agreed to meet up with them for breakfast before they leave for their honeymoon?”
“Exactly. Right before she gets on a plane and leaves the country being the operative word here.”
“What exactly was the operative word in that sentence?”
I count them out in my head. “The first eleven.”
He barks out a laugh before pulling our conjoined hands to his face. “She’ll be gone two weeks,” he says, placing a kiss on my knuckles.
“She’s a wife now, and in seven months she’s going to be a mum … she’ll be busy, and have no time for me anymore.”
“Technically, she’s already a mum to Blake, and she still has time for you now.”
“Blake’s all grown up … he’s practically self-sufficient.”
“He’s six, Cass.”
“Still … babies take up a lot of time.”
“Do you know what you do if that happens?”
“What?”
“You get in the lift, go up to their floor, and sit with her … help her, I know she’d appreciate it.”
“I can so do that,” I say, smiling.
“There you go, problem solved.”
I turn in my seat to face him. “There is another layer to my sadness.”
“And what’s that?”
“She’s not a Maloney anymore … she’s a Bradley now, and that makes me so sad,” I tell him as a few more tears leak from my eyes.
“Irrelevant. The name change means nothing, she’ll always be a Maloney deep down.”
I gasp. “When we get married, I want to be a full Maloney … like all the way down to my bone marrow.”
He glances at the watch on his wrist. “In roughly ten minutes, when we reach our apartment, I can guarantee you’ll be full of Maloney … namely me.”
Despite my despair, that knowledge has me smiling. “I like the sound of that.”
As soon as we step through the front door, Connor is all over me like a rash. He backs me against the wall and crashes his mouth to mine. By the time we finally come up for air, I’m feeling dizzy. He immediately spins me around until I’m facing the wall.
“You’ve been driving me crazy, swishing that sexy arse of yours around all day in this dress.” Reaching for the zipper in the back, he slowly drags it down. “I’ve been trying to imagine what you’ve got on underneath, but I can guarantee the reality is far more alluring than what my brain can conjure up. Fuck,” he groans when he pushes the straps off my shoulders and the gown pools around my feet. I’m left standing here in nothing but my high heels and matching skimpy, pink lace G-string and strapless bra.
His big, strong hands slide around my waist and splay out on the bare skin of my abdomen. He’s suddenly walking us backwards until we reach the sofa. I’m abruptly spun around again and bent over the arm as his hand travels down between my legs.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he growls as he fumbles with the belt on his trousers. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, right here, and then I’m going to carry you to our bed, and make love to my fiancée.”His fiancée.Boy, do I love the sound of that. Grasping the bun at the nape of my neck, he tugs my head back. That movement is so hot I’m pretty sure I just experienced a mini ‘O’. I like the way he manhandles me. “How does that sound?”
“Like a really good plan,” I whimper.
He chuckles and the metal part of his belt jiggles as he lets it go and drags down his zipper. The sound has my anticipation at fever pitch. I moan the second his hands are back on me. He grasps my underwear, but instead of dragging them down my legs like I’m expecting, he tears them straight from my body.
