26. Angie
ANGIE
Ican’t sleep that night.
Everything’s good with the baby, which was a huge relief.
I liked the doctor, although I’m not sure we’ll stick with her yet.
Connor’s supportive and open to whatever I want, and he even let me have dinner with his family and stayed for a drink or two with them before going out to work.
Now we’re in bed and he’s breathing slowly, in boxer briefs and a black t-shirt, tattoos like black ink on his smooth skin.
But the numbers are bothering me.
After eating, I checked on my mother (high, happy) and retreated to my room. The books were there so I flipped through them again and had my nose stuck to the pages when Connor came home around midnight and forced me to go to bed. I keep closing my eyes, trying to pass out, but it doesn’t stick.
The numbers are wrong.
I keep coming back to that. The numbers are plain wrong. They don’t match up. There’s a hole, or rather, there’s a mountain. It’s not that WashCo is missing cash.
It’s that there’s too much.
I can’t make sense of it, but that UBI company is at the heart.
Why would people associated with the Gallaghers have been paying Connor all these years? Without him noticing it apparently? That would imply someone with access to these books has been hiding it from him.
The list of people who can touch this stuff is very short.
I roll onto my side and study the slope of his jaw. It’s so straight and fine. In sleep, he’s calm. I like him this way. No stress lining his eyes. Nothing slumping his shoulders, hunching his back. This is Connor as he should be.
Free and whole.
I snuggle against him, heart beating quickly. I breathe in his smell. He mutters and one hand snakes around to tug me tighter to his side. My stomach flips and I lean forward to kiss his neck.
He grumbles, still half asleep. I kiss him again and move a leg over top of him?—
And my thigh grazes his rock hard dick.
Holy shit.
He’s got the biggest stiff cock I’ve ever felt. I pull back, recoiling in surprise. His eyes flutter open, brow creasing as I reach out.
I should let him sleep.
Instead, my hand slides over his shaft, gripping and squeezing.
Oh my god.
It’s like iron. It’s incredible. My core flutters and pulses and heat fills my cheeks. I’m in a tank top and panties, and I’m burning up. I stroke his dick slowly, rolling around the tip, marveling at his size. He’s massive.
He’s awake now. I can tell by the way he’s breathing. I keep stroking and feel his hand move down between my legs. I bite my lip as he touches me back, teasing me open.
“Should I let you go back to sleep?” I whisper, mouth watering as I touch him faster.
“I’m not tired.” He slips his fingers down my panties and cups my wet pussy. “I take it you aren’t either.”
“Sorry. Can’t sleep.”
“Don’t apologize for wanting me, wife.”
I tug his boxer briefs down, releasing his glorious erection.
He’s so stiff it’s magical. I wrap my hand around him, fingertips not touching as I stroke up and down.
He’s working my pussy now, deftly rolling around my clit, sinking inside, pulling back out.
It feels like heaven, but it’s his insane dick that’s driving me wild.
My mouth is all wet and I want him inside of it.
He moans when I adjust myself and bend over him. I lick his tip. It’s wet and salty. I take him, slurping and swirling around his swollen crown. He groans, cursing with pleasure as I lick, his hand finding my pussy again.
I whimper with him in my mouth.
“Fuck, this is the perfect way to wake up,” he whispers, fingers sinking inside of me. “My dick in your pretty mouth. Your moans as you suck me. You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.”
I pull back, gasping, and tug off my panties. I straddle him, his shaft presses against my wet pussy. His hands move up to cup my breasts.
“You keep calling me angel. Is that because of my name?”
“No, baby. It’s because you saved my sister’s life. You’re her guardian angel, and that means you’re mine, too.”
I chew on my lip, eyes locked on his face, and there’s nothing but devotion in his gaze.
This man is obsessed with me in a way I’ve never experienced.
He wants me more than I’ve ever been wanted, like he’ll die of thirst if he doesn’t have me.
And I realize that it’s been like this for him for years.
“All this time,” I whisper, arching up and down, grinding against his hard dick. “You’ve been there all this time.”
“That’s right.” He holds my hips. “Please, baby. I want to be inside you.”
“You’ve been wanting me for years, but you never did anything about it.” I brace over him, hands on his muscular chest. I love the way he’s looking desperate, like he’s coming undone. I keep grinding, but not letting him inside.
“It was so fucking hard. Like I am right now. Please, let me fuck you.”
“You could have had me, you know. I thought you were so handsome the first time I saw you.”
“Angel—“
“I was scared of you too. Did I tell you that? I was so intimidated by the Big Boss.”
“Baby, please?—“
“But I liked it too. I liked being afraid of you. Sometimes I’d fantasize about you dragging me into your office?—“
“Oh, fuck?—“
“And holding me down against the desk?—“
“Angie, baby?—“
“And ripping into my pussy like a doll, fucking me into a gooey puddle of moans and sweat.”
“Baby, I need it,” he growls, groaning, holding me tight, fingers digging into my dimpled skin. “Please, before I fucking come all over your thighs.”
“You want to come inside of me?”
“God, yes, angel.”
“Your big dick between my legs? You think you can fit?”
“I want to find out.”
I ease myself back. My wet entrance against his big, dripping tip. “Say please.”
“Please.”
I arch and take him. He fills me with one gasping, desperate thrust, rough and hungry.
I cry out in bliss as he fucks me, not going slow, not going easy.
It’s the hard, needy, frantic grinding of a man barely in control of himself.
I’m thrown to the edge, chin back, hands pressing my tits together.
I toss my tank top aside and ride him, working my hips fast and crying out his name, no more playing, no more teasing.
It’s wet and hard. He fucks me like an animal, holding my hips, thrusting deep into my pussy.
His big dick rips me in half and I love every single painful and heavenly inch as I bottom out again and again.
I scream his name until he shoves a thumb in my mouth and I suck it, both hands holding his wrist.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come. Oh my god, I’m going to fill your lovely, sexy wet pussy, fuck?—“
He ruins me. His tone breaks me in half, the tremble and the frenzy.
I shatter as he finishes, both of us sweating and moaning as the orgasm rips us in two, and I end up lying on his chest gasping for air, his cock still buried between my legs, and I don’t care if he stays there forever.
I’m dizzy, grinning like I won the damn lottery.
That word lottery sparks something in me.
I don’t react to it right away. I stay snuggled on him for a while, rolling the thought around in my head. Until I can’t keep it contained anymore.
“Do you think the Gallaghers could be paying someone in your organization?”
He grunts in surprise. “What’s that now?”
“The UBI company you told me about. I noticed there’s always an excess of unaccounted money on the books, like someone’s been trying to hide it, and I think it’s coming from them. Which means the Gallaghers.”
A low, concerned rumble escapes his chest. “Are you sure?”
“I think so. I don’t know. I’ve had my eyes on it all day.”
He sits up and studies me. There’s nothing but love in his eyes.
It’s the way Danielle looks at Cathal and the way Cathal looks at her.
It’s the feeling I got sitting with their family, laughing with him, acting like I was a part of a normal group of people for once in my life.
I feel that now lying in bed with Connor.
I belong. I have a place.
With him, in his bed, in his arms.
It’s the easiest thing in the world, being with him, and it shouldn’t be. This is a nightmare. I’m married, pregnant, and in the middle of a war. It should be hell every time I open my eyes.
But it’s not.
Connor strokes my hair from my face and kisses me.
“Show me.”