Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
CONNOR
We make it back to Coynston in good time, and I take Zoe up to my bedroom.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” I say, thinking back to the look on her face when she watched Sanders fall to the ground.
“You’re sorry?” she asks incredulously. “If you hadn’t been there.
” She shakes her head. “They both wanted to hurt me. I felt it. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if they’d taken me from that bar.
It was so scary. And then, there was a moment on the street when I think Dennis really wanted Frank to order him to shoot me.
Frank was tempted. They’d have had their revenge against me, and they’d have hurt you in the process. ”
“Yeah, Frank’s furious. He expects blind loyalty, blind obedience. And above all, no one’s allowed to leave the fold.”
She tilts her head. “What made you leave?”
“We shut down recruitment of young kids. Against my orders, Mangia forced a thirteen-year-old to do a run and the kid messed it up. Frank said the kid would have to make amends or die. It was a kid Trick knew. Trick said he’d cover the loss, which he did, so the kid would be off the hook.
And I again said, no more little kids. But Frank went behind our backs and had Mangia beat the kid up. Broke his hand and his legs.”
“What did you do?”
“Trick retaliated. He took back his money and more. Trick can hack computers, so he pulled money out for the kid’s hospital bills and some cash just to cripple a pending deal of Frank’s. Then he walked away.”
“Oh, my gosh.”
I shrug. “For Anvil and I, it was hunt Trick down and kill him for Frank, or leave with him.”
“Was it a hard decision?”
“No. None of us is interested in building a business on the backs of broken kids. Plus, by then, the three of us were already a crue within a crew. It wasn’t something we were willing to forfeit for any reason.
” I look at her. “I think Frank had the money planted in your apartment and tipped us off to it. That’s before you and me.
We hadn’t seen each other in a long time. Why would he do that?”
She shrugs. “Maybe he knows things that I’ve said to Rachel. I told her to call off her engagement and to move away. I’ve said we could go together.”
“Why doesn’t she?”
“Why else? He has leverage over her.”
I nod but don’t ask more about it. Rachel’s been in a tough position for years, and I know she’s done things that could put her in danger with her father. At one point, she was in danger from C Crue, too, before we left. But that’s old news, and I’m not interested in telling tales.
“If Frank had the stolen money planted in your apartment, he took a reckless chance with your life, Zoe. Instead of getting involved with you, I might’ve killed you.”
“Maybe that’s what he wanted. Rachel and I are really close. She loves me, and she doesn’t love him. I don’t think Frank can stand to feel rejected.”
“That’s true enough. He’s had chances to end this war, but he won’t.” I walk to the couch. “He doesn’t care that it’s bad for business. He wants us under his thumb or dead.” I rest my hands on the back of the couch. “You and I need to decide some things.”
She looks at me expectantly.
“It’s not safe for you to be on your own in Coynston now.
But I understand you don’t want to feel like you’re under house arrest, whether it’s for your own protection or not.
So that just leaves us with one option. You’ll need to move.
I’ll arrange for a bodyguard. I don’t think you’ll need one for more than a year, but we’ll have to assess that later. ”
She sits down, clasping her hands on her lap. “Is that what you want me to do, C? Be watched by a hired bodyguard?”
“There has to be a bodyguard at the beginning, Zoe, even if you’re on the West Coast. If you’re performing you’ll be easy to find. There’s no end in sight for this war, and I never want a repeat of what happened tonight.”
“Is my moving away the only option? Couldn’t I live here with a bodyguard?”
My body reacts instantly to that question. It has a strong opinion about where it wants her to live. “By here, do you mean in this town? Or in my house?”
“I—is that an option?”
“Which?”
“Either?”
I stare at her. “Yes, both of those are options. It would be more dangerous for you to live in this city, though, than to live somewhere else. You see that, right? Because you’d be around and it would be a taunt, of sorts. Out of Frank’s sight would mean less time on his mind.”
“I don’t want to live on the West Coast. I want to live here or New York.”
“New York’s an option, too.”
“If I lived in New York, would you consider a long distance relationship?”
I stare at her, realizing she still doesn’t completely get it. “Zoe, I’d consider a long distance relationship if you lived in Thailand.”
Her eyes widen. “An exclusive relationship?” she counters.
I laugh, sitting on the couch with her. “Do you think I’d let you fuck other guys?”
“That’s not what I meant, which I think you know. There have been a lot of rumors that you and Trick and Anvil have shared girls between you.”
My finger grazes the generous curve of her breast. “I’m not interested in one-night stands anymore. Haven’t been since the first night at the theater when I watched you dance. I’m not interested in anyone who isn’t you.”
She smiles and clutches my hand.
“Be mine, beautiful, and I’ll make sure you always feel how much I care about you.”
ZOE
I kiss him, struggling to believe what he’s offering.
Is this real? My heart thuds in my chest. How much do I want this…
for the enigmatic Connor McCann to focus all his dark intensity and lust on me?
Yes, I want that. So much. And for him to tell me he loves me?
Yes, of course, that means everything to me.
“Will it be different than it’s been?” I ask curiously. “Or will you still want to do certain things?”
“You mean will I still want you to submit to me sexually?”
I nod.
“That’s what I want, but you can set limits.”
“Good. I want to have a choice.”
He slides a hand in my hair and pulls me forward for a slow kiss. “I want what I do to you to feel right to both of us. If it’s punishment, you have to feel like you deserve it or it would be abuse. And when it’s not punishment, whatever I do should excite us both.”
My breath is getting short. “I definitely find foreplay and sex with you exciting.”
“Lie over my thighs,” he whispers against my mouth. “Let me warm you up before I fuck you right.”
I don’t hesitate. His thick cock presses against my belly.
“This ass,” he muses. “You remember the time I pushed you against the wall at that pool party? Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you that day? To stick my tongue in all your holes and chase it with my cock?”
I moan softly.
His big palm lands hard on my upturned ass. I squirm. Several more hard spanks follow, until I’m gasping.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He peppers my ass with more before he squeezes the globes with strong fingers. Then he bites me. I squeal. He laughs softly, rubbing the mark I’m sure he’s left.
The spanking resumes and gets more intense. The blows make my flesh spring up and then heat soaks in. At first, I raise my ass to meet his hand, but then I can’t. I’m on fire. His palm thuds down. I start to clench.
“Connor, isn’t that enough?”
He pauses, rubbing my flesh. “A little more, beautiful.” Another round of lighter blows.
Tears sting my eyes, and the pain blossoms. I whimper and gasp. “Please.”
He pauses, kneading me. “Almost there. Relax for me.”
I feel swollen and hot and also on the verge of something satisfying.
He spanks me several more times on each side until I’m breathless and tears drip from my eyes.
“Oh, God. Please,” I rasp. “I’m close.” The words slip from my lips before I can stop them.
“Good.” He lays down several more firm spanks. “This ass is nice and warm.” His voice is thick with lust. “Lie on the bed and spread those long, pretty legs,” he says, lifting me up.
He sheds his clothes, and I do the same. I lie back on the bed and spread myself open for him. He drops down, that thick tongue parting the petals of my sex and sucking my clit. I arch, fisting the soft bedspread in my hands.
“Connor,” I gasp.
He raises his head and winks at me, then he lowers his mouth again. He delves inside of me, tasting my heat, my honey dripping on his tongue.
He’s aggressive, which I love. There’s an animal side of him, and that’s the side I’ve always been drawn to. My toes curl, and I shriek as he rubs my clit.
He growls. “I want to eat you out forever, but my cock is fucking throbbing for your sweet little pussy.”
“Fuck me,” I beg, desperate to feel him inside me again.
It’s all the invitation he needs. He crawls up my body. The head of his rock-hard cock is slick with pre-cum. It rests at my entrance for a moment before it slides inside.
“That tight fit feels so good,” he groans. He shakes his head. “I knew it would be good between us. But I didn’t know it would be this good.”
He leans down and crushes his lips against mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth before he plunges farther. It’s exquisite to feel him that deep. I grip his muscular ass and squeeze, encouraging him to take me harder.
He pumps in and out, causing us both to throb and pant.
“You gonna let me fuck you however I want?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Good girl.” He sucks on my neck while he drives deep.
His body rubs relentlessly over my tender clit until I’m writhing desperately and close to coming. He grips my ass. I sink my teeth into my lower lip.
“Sore?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want you sore inside and out. I want you to feel me, where I’ve punished and where I’ve fucked you.”
I shatter, drenching his cock.
“Mmm. God, yes,” he says. He flips me over and drags me up by the hips. “Relax for me.” The head of his cock presses against my tiny asshole.
I relax as much as I can. But when he pushes forward and the ring stretches around him, I shudder. “Oh, God. Connor,” I groan.
He rubs small circles on my back until the burning sensation eases. “Relax your shoulders and rest your chest on the bed.”
His voice is even and encouraging. I concentrate on relaxing all my muscles.
“Good girl,” he says, pulling back and then easing forward.
The heavy intrusion is deeply taboo. I’m shocked and excited at the same time. My stomach clenches with arousal. The sounds he makes and how much he’s enjoying it connect with the lingering lust in my pussy.
“Just like that. Mmm,” he says.
He moves slowly at first.
A strange gnawing pleasure takes hold in me. It’s not unlike the one I get when he spanks me. There’s pain but also a building lust.
He thrusts deeper, and I cry out softly.
“Easy, baby. Let it feel good. Your little hole is so stretched by my thick cock.”
As the thrusts turn more forceful, I’m undone, whimpering and moaning. Tears sting my eyes again, but my pussy is slippery and aching.
“Rub your clit,” he commands.
My fingertips tease the bud, moisture dripping onto my hand. I love being used by him, the feel of his powerful body over mine, driving into me.
“Connor!” I cry, another sharp orgasm gripping me.
He comes inside me, filling me up. It shouldn’t feel so good, but it does.
I collapse onto the bed, shivering. He drops down next to me and rolls me toward him.
“Hey,” he says, studying my face and kissing away the damp on my cheeks. “I love you, Z.”
“I love you too.”
He kisses me again, and it feels like something I’ve never felt before.
It feels like forever.