Page 83 of Cold and Broken (The Titans of Founder's Ridge 1)

“You mean I’ll be your first something?” I tease. I already know I’m going to say yes. I can’t think of anything more enticing than feeling his velvety smooth and rock hard cock sliding in and out of me.

“First girlfriend. First bareback fuck. So many other firsts.” He bites the tender flesh between my shoulder and jaw.

“Do it.” I urge as I arch my back again, opening for him.

He needs no more encouragement and thrusts into me. There’s a little sting as I get used to his size but then my hips begin to move in time with his powerful thrusts. He reaches around with one hand to rub circles in the perfect pressure over my clit and sends me flying into an orgasm that rocks me down to my toes.

Connor isn’t finished though, he leans his forehead against my back as he whisper over and over how good I feel. How he can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm starts before his and lasts even longer. My palms and forehead are pressed against the glass as he keeps thrusting until I feel his hot release filling me. He cries out my name, his cock jerking inside me.

When he’s finally spent he collapses against me, pinning between him and the glass. I can feel his heart thundering against my back. After a few deep breaths he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed. Then he disappears into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he comes to me with a warm wet washcloth in his hands.

“Cleaning you up.” He spreads my legs apart and gazes longingly at my opening. He studies me long enough to start making me nervous. “Although, I really enjoy seeing my cum leaking from that pretty little pussy of yours.” He runs his fingers along my folds, rubbing his cum into me. Then he lifts the wash cloth and gently cleans me up.

“You really have a filthy mind, Con,” I say as my cheeks heat at his attentive care. “Get out of here with that dirty talk.”

He responds with a smirk before getting up and going back to the bathroom. He flips the lights off and slides into bed with me.

“Here’s another first for you. I’ve never slept beside someone before.”

“I’d like to say that surprises me but from what Ivy told me when we first met I am so not surprised.”

“What’d she say?”

“That you were a dick. That Levi is a man whore. That Griff is savagely vicious and knows every secret in Founder’s Ridge.”

“True. True. And true. Why were you interested in my dating life though?”

“I wasn’t. I figured you were a womanizing piece of shit when you told me you could get plenty of quality pussy,” I say dryly.

“I should probably apologize for my dickish behavior.”

“No. Life’s too short for apologies you don’t mean. Your comment wasn’t a lie, regardless of how big of a prick it made you look like. Every cutting comment we shared is part of our story. No apologies.” I lay my head on his chest. “As far as my warnings from Ivy go your’s and Levi’s were accurate but I don’t see Griff’s being true.”

“Uh,” he drawls, “Griff is the scariest of us all. You haven’t felt his wrath because he and Lev were actually team Lilith from the beginning. They supported me because we’ve always had each other’s backs but they weren’t into it.”

“Huh.” This is surprising information. “They were team Lilith. I’m locking that information away for future use. I’m sure it’ll come in handy at some point.”

“Strawberries or cherries?” Connor says after a few minutes of cuddling.

“Strawberries. You?”

“Same.” He kisses my forehead. “Only because you smell like them.”

“Marvel or DC?”

“Marvel, obviously.” He scoffs.

We spend the next ten minutes debating our very different opinions on that subject. A yawn escapes me and he shifts us so he’s spooning me. I drift off sleep with his steady breaths fanning across my neck and his warmth seeping into my back.

* * *

The clouds are heavy and gray when I wake up the next morning, mirroring my mood at the thought of Z leaving. I look over my shoulder at Connor who hasn’t moved since we fell asleep last night. His face is completely relaxed in the dim light and he looks so much younger than he does when he’s awake. I take a minute to really study his face. He has gorgeous thick black eyelashes that fan out against his tan skin. His cheek bones and square jaw shape his face into a model of masculine beauty. He’d probably scowl at that description but he truly is the most handsome man.

I slowly disentangle myself from his arms and sneak out of bed. I pull on a pair of his boxers and his shirt from last night. I walk quietly down the hall and tip toe into Z’s room. He’s sprawled on his bed and I crawl in with him. He opens one eye and pulls me over to him before we both fall back asleep.

At some point I feel someone get in bed beside me but I’m so out of it I don’t fully wake up.

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