Chapter 33
August
“Stop doing that! We have to go!” Rory said, giggling as she tried crawling out of his arms and off the bed, but the woman was laughing too hard to be able to put up much of an effort.
“No, we don’t, baby. We can tell your brothers that you’re too sick to go.
Then, we can spend the first free weekend that we’ve had in two months in bed doing nothing more than eating, sleeping, and making you scream my name,” Connor said, pulling a very amused Rory back away from the edge of the bed and back into his arms.
She let out an indelicate snort at that. “I have never screamed your name!’ Rory said, lying her hot little ass off.
“Really?” Connor asked in an offhand tone as he managed to wrap his right arm around her and pull her back against his chest, keeping her there as he used his other hand to tickle her until she was thrashing in his arms and laughing so hard that she could barely choke out his name.
“You bastard!” Rory gasped, still laughing a minute later when he stopped tickling her.
“Yes, I am,” Connor said, chuckling as he shifted back just far enough so that Rory could turn over onto her back.
As soon as her back touched the comforter, she was reaching for him.
With her fingers threaded through his short hair, she pulled him down for one of her greedy little kisses that he loved.
Her throaty moan as he slid his tongue against hers had his cock jerking and his balls aching, but he ignored them because making Rory fall apart in his arms was one of the most pleasurable experiences that he’d ever had with a woman.
He loved touching her, loved the way she trembled against him, the way her breathing became uneven as she struggled to hold off coming for one more minute so that she could enjoy his touch.
He would never get enough of her, Connor decided as he skimmed his hand down her flat belly and between her legs, his groan merged with hers when his fingers moved through her folds and found her dripping wet.
Using the tip of his finger, he traced her core once, twice, before he slid his finger inside and found her sheath tight.
She wasn’t going to last long, but that was okay because they didn’t have much time.
“Connor,” Rory moaned softly against his lips as he slid his finger slowly inside of her.
When he felt her reach for him, he shook his head, only breaking the kiss long enough to say, “No, baby, just lie back and enjoy this.”
After a slight hesitation, he felt her melt back against the mattress.
She wrapped her good arm around his shoulder, holding him close as he slid a second finger inside her.
When she gasped into his mouth, Connor knew that she was on the brink of coming apart and he wished that he could lay here with her and take his time making her feel good, but they didn’t have much time.
He twisted his hand so that he could caress that little nub that he loved to flick his tongue over and rubbed it with short, teasing circles.
Rory’s nails dug into his shoulders and her breaths quickened.
She pushed down on his fingers and he allowed it, taking the hint that she wanted it harder, so he gave it to her.
By the time he felt her sheath throb and squeeze around his fingers, he was ready to explode.
He held off as long as he could, but when she started to scream his name, he lost it.
Keeping his fingers inside of her, he broke off the kiss and sat up, sitting back on his haunches, damn careful not to interrupt her orgasm as he took himself in hand.
He watched Rory burst apart, her back arching as she licked her lips hungrily.
The grip on his cock tightening as he stroked himself faster, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face.
When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, a shot of pleasure surged through him, tightening his balls and intensifying the pleasure with each stroke.
She was so damn beautiful, sweet, feisty, but it was the fact that it was Rory looking up at him that turned him inside out and made his heart skip a beat.
“I love you, Rory,” Connor said, struggling not to close his eyes as his spine tingled and he felt intense pleasure as his orgasm worked its way to his cock.
Rory didn’t say that she loved him. She never did, but instead, her walls clamped down around his fingers as a second, more powerful orgasm tore through her, setting off his own.
He forced his eyes to remain open, too greedy to miss this.
He watched her scream his name again, enjoying every last second of it as it intensified his own orgasm.
It wasn’t as good as being inside her, but it would have to do until he could manage to get her alone again.
“We have to get going,” Rory said, struggling to catch her breath as she sat up.
Unfortunately, she was right. With a nod and a quick kiss, Connor climbed off the bed, taking her with him.
Together, they walked into the shower, only pausing long enough to enjoy a leisurely kiss.
He helped cover her cast with a plastic bag before they climbed into the shower and quickly washed up.
He’d just pulled her back into his arms when the banging on the bedroom door started again.
“We gave you half an hour! Move your asses!” Sean yelled, making them both groan as he reached for the shower knob and turned off the water.
“Let’s stay here, Rory. I was serious about spending the weekend in bed with you,” Connor said, knowing that even if they stayed that he wouldn’t be able to spend the entire weekend in bed with her.
Andrew was getting worse and he didn’t know what he should do.
There was no one that he could turn to and no one to share this burden with.
He’d promised to keep his mouth shut and that’s exactly what he was going to do even as it slowly killed him inside.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up.
Every day was like a brand-new level of hell.
If only Andrew wasn’t so hellbent on being stubborn, but the bastard wouldn’t even listen to him and take a chance for him.
That asshole was dying and he wouldn’t take a fucking chance and, God help him, but Connor hated him for it.
“What’s wrong?” Rory asked softly, reaching up and running her fingertips down his jaw, instantly calming him.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Connor lied, turning his head and pressed a kiss against her fingertips as they moved down his jaw.
He wished that he could tell her what was going on and ease some of his own pain, but he couldn’t.
He wouldn’t do that to her and he wouldn’t break the asinine promise that he’d made to Andrew. He owed his friend that much, at least.
“If you’re not ready in ten minutes, we’re coming in!” Johnny yelled, making Rory roll her eyes and had him biting back a groan at the reminder that he’d promised to spend an entire day with Rory’s brothers and the rest of her extended family.
Oh, joy.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like her cousins, he actually did.
He’d only met a dozen of them so far, but all of them were pretty good guys.
They were arrogant as hell and some of them liked to call him “the pretty boy,” which he thought was a bit fucked up since he hadn’t met a single Bradford that couldn’t pass for a GQ model.
Then again, being called pretty boy was a hell of lot better than being referred to as the crybaby.
He didn’t fucking cry and every time he’d pointed that out, he’d earned pitying looks and condescending remarks.
Bastards.
The problem was actually Rory’s brothers and father.
Since news of their engagement had spread like wildfire all over town, her father hadn’t said a single word to him, not one.
Not that the man was normally a chatterbox, but the way he watched his every move when he didn’t think Connor was looking was a bit unnerving.
He just wasn’t sure that he could deal with the glares for a whole day when he barely survived it five hours fishing every Sunday.
Her brothers were another problem entirely.
He really wished that they would cut the shit and kick his ass and get it over with already.
Their murderous glares and bullshit warnings about watching his back were getting old.
They sent him text messages at all hours of the day, reminding him that they were watching his every move.
When they were fishing or didn’t want Rory or their father to hear what they were saying, they whispered their warnings or mouthed their threats.
They even went so far as to send him drinks when he was at the bar just so they could write down exactly what they wanted to do to him on a cocktail napkin.
They used stick figure illustration to explain it just in case he missed the fact that they were dying to kick his ass.
The only thing that wasn’t clear to him was why they hadn’t kicked his ass by now.
They wanted to, that was obvious. He just didn’t know what was stopping them from doing it.
If he wasn’t so damn worried about Andrew, getting this project finished, and trying not to screw up with Rory, he would probably try to find out, but he just didn’t have the time or energy to really care.
“You better not be touching our sister, asshole!” Bryce yelled, sounding close to killing someone.
“Go away! We’ll be down in twenty minutes!” Rory yelled back, sounding annoyed as she stormed into her room and he really couldn’t blame her.
When her brothers weren’t trying to warn him off, they were harassing the hell out of Rory as they tried to talk some sense into her. It wasn’t working. At least, Connor hoped that it wasn’t working. He didn’t want to lose her, not now, not when he was only three months away from making her his.