Chapter 17 Connor
SEVENTEEN
CONNOR
I’m dreaming of a warm, soft body, the wet heat of a mouth wrapped around my cock. I groan, my hips shifting and arching up to feed more of myself into Scarlett’s mouth. Because who else would I be dreaming of? She loved to wake me up like this.
She swirls her wet tongue around the head of my cock and sucks on it like a lollipop. Reaching down, I settle my hand on the back of her head, urging her to go faster, and the noises she’s making sound so real it takes me a moment to realize that it is real.
I swim up from the fog of sleep to my dark room, moonlight streaming in through the window to highlight Scarlett’s lavender head sucking and licking my cock.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” I say, my voice rough with sleep.
Scarlett looks up at me through her lashes as she continues to suck my cock.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she murmurs.
“I figured.”
She’s still delightfully naked as she moves up my body and kisses me.
After I fucked her a second time in front of the fireplace, I made her a sandwich while she cleaned up and when she was fed, I carried her to my room and fucked her again on the bed, losing myself in the softness of her body.
Scarlett has always made me feel insatiable.
No matter how many times I’ve had her, I want more and more and more.
I grab her, urging her to straddle my hips.
“You want me to ride you the way I was planning on riding that bull?” Scarlett asks with a giggle.
“I’m the only one you ride, baby girl.”
I fist my cock, guiding it to her wet heat. She’s still wet from us, and I slide into her with ease. Scarlett lets out a loud moan.
“Nothing compares to the feel of your tight cunt wrapped around my cock,” I tell her.
She fits me like a glove and if I could, I’d spend the rest of my life connected to her like this. Seven days ago, I never thought we’d end up here. I thought she’d never forgive me, and she still hasn’t. But she’s indulging in her need for me and that’s a step forward.
Scarlett sits up and it forces her to take more of me.
Her hair falls everywhere, and she reaches up to pull it up.
The action causes her perfect tits to lift, and I arch up, taking one into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the soft flesh.
The part of me which is possessive and barbaric thrills at the sight of my marks on her pale skin.
“Connor,” Scarlett whimpers. “I love the way you fill me. The most delicious stretch.”
I keep my hands on her waist as she starts to ride me, slowly at first, rocking back and forth, her hips undulating over me.
“I wanted you to see me up there,” she says, locking eyes with me. “See the way I rode that bull. I wanted you to picture me like this, riding you in the middle of the night because I can’t go another second without you inside me.”
She rides me lazily, not chasing an orgasm, only a connection. When she gets a wistful look in her eyes, I fist her hair and gently pull her head back until her eyes meet mine.
“I’m yours, baby girl. However and whenever you want me. I’ve been yours since the moment I looked up and saw you in a crowd of thousands of people. There hasn’t been anyone else since you and there won’t be anyone else after you.”
Gripping the back of my neck, Scarlett gives me a sloppy, sucking kiss.
“I’m still so angry,” she says. “You left me without a second thought and made me feel like I didn’t deserve your love. Like I didn’t matter.”
I know I fucked up, but it isn’t until this moment that I realize the magnitude of it. I didn’t just break Scarlett’s heart, which is bad enough. I also made her doubt herself.
“No, baby.” I hug her to me, foreheads resting against each other. We’re having this raw conversation while she continues to shift her hips over me.
“If there’s anyone unworthy in this relationship, it’s me. I left to protect you because I would never have been able to give you what you deserved once I came back. I knew that my time and attention would be divided, and you deserved so much better.”
“And you couldn’t tell me that?” She cries out when I move and my cock hits a part that drives her wild.
“Do you know how much I love you? From the moment I saw you, I was yours. I was ready to leave my career right then and there to be with you,” I tell her honestly.
“The only reason I continued was because you weren’t ready to have my attention on you 24/7.
If you give me the chance, I’ll keep you locked away, so I never have to be without you.
I didn’t have a choice other than to come back and I knew hearing your voice, seeing your tears would have killed me. ”
“You were selfish!” She bites out.
“I was,” I admit. “I still am. Give me the slightest hint and you’re never leaving here again.”
Scarlett pushes me back and I fall onto my elbows, watching her ride me. Her face is twisted in anger, but she’s too far gone in chasing her pleasure to stop now. She takes all of me with ease, her pussy clenching and releasing around me.
“I should use you,” she says. “I should use you and not let you come. You don’t deserve it.”
“I probably don’t, but you love the feel of me filling you up. It makes you feel like you’re mine because you are. Look at how soft you get for me, how eager to have me fill you up and make you mine. If you weren’t on birth control, you’d leave here pregnant.”
Her cunt clenches around me and she exhales a breathy little moan.
Oh, fuck.
“Do you want that, baby girl?” I ask, my voice low. I suck on her pulse point, running my tongue over it and feeling her pulse throb. “Do you want me to fill you up and breed you? You’ll be mine in every possible way and you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”
A shudder runs through her body and her movements speed up. I grab her hips, moving her up and down my shaft.
“Oh my god, Connor,” she moans.
I roll my thumb over her nipple, lowering my head to take her in my mouth. Her body is so responsive, her thighs closing around me as I roll my thumb over her clit. Scarlett comes with a sweet, sharp cry of my name, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clutches me close.
Her pussy clenching around me triggers my own orgasm, my balls tightening as I hold her to me, filling her just as we both need.
I fall back on the bed, taking her with me. Our harsh breathing fills the room. Scarlett kisses my chest, running her hands over me.
We get up long enough to clean up and when we slide into bed again, Scarlett snuggles in next to me, her head on my shoulder. I missed this more than the sex. Just holding her close, listening to the sound of her breathing. When she’s with me, I experience the kind of peace I never have before.
This is what I imagine home feels like. A place I can come back to without fear and worry and will always be accepted. Perhaps that was what I felt the first moment I looked at her.
Scarlett is my home.
“I still don’t forgive you, Connor,” Scarlett whispers.
“I know.”
But it doesn’t matter anymore. I still want her forgiveness, but I know now that Scarlett still loves me. And if I have to wait the rest of my life for her to forgive me, I’ll do that.
“Why don’t you have any Christmas decorations up?”
“There’s no one here except me,” I say. “There’s no one to decorate for.”
Her head pops up and she rests her chin on my chest as she looks at me with narrowed eyes. “What about Jane?”
Her question surprises me. “Jane and I dated in high school, baby girl. I told you there’s been no one else and I meant it.”
“So it wasn’t said in the heat of the moment?” A flash of vulnerability appears in her eyes.
I kiss her temple. “It was the truth. There’s you or there’s no one else.”
She frowns, settling her head back on my chest. I’m not sure if she believes me, but it’s a good thing I’m willing to convince her.
When I wake up again, it’s to light outside. Scarlet is still asleep, her body curled against mine. The blanket is pulled all the way up over her head so only the purple of her hair is visible. Kissing the top of her head, I move, slowly shifting out of bed.
The last thing I want to do is leave her, but I should really go check up on the animals. They predicted fifty centimeters of snow last night and from what I can see out the window it’s more than that.
The roads will probably not be cleared until later and I won’t be able to take Scarlett back to the Inn. This wasn’t my plan when I brought her back with me last night, but I’m suddenly glad she’ll be stuck with me for the rest of the day.
I use the washroom in the hall, so I don’t wake her and get dressed quietly.
The snow has thankfully stopped, and it takes Oliver and me roughly an hour to make sure the animals are safe and warm. When I get back to the house, Scarlett is still sound asleep. It doesn’t look like she’s even moved from her spot.
It’s only seven in the morning and we had sex twice more last night after she woke me up the first time. She should at least be sleeping until noon.
My body is too used to waking up at the ass crack of dawn and I’m too restless to sleep. I tackle the rest of my to-do list while Scarlett sleeps.
By noon, I’m starting to get worried, so I make coffee and bring it up to her.
I find her sitting up in bed, her hair a wild mess, the blanket clutched to her bare chest. In the light of day, I can clearly see all my marks cover her body. I’m rendered stupid by how beautiful she is.
“What time is it?” She asks, voice still husky with sleep. I sit down on the bed in front of her and hand her the coffee.
“Noon.”
Scarlett puckers her lips, blowing on the coffee. “I should probably call my family and let them know you haven’t killed me.” She takes a sip of her coffee and blinks in surprise. “You remember how I take my coffee.”
“You’re not a woman anyone forgets.”
Gently, I push her hair behind her ear, and she hums, tilting her head into the palm of my hand.
“You’re not freaking out?” I ask.
She looks up at me. “No. I know exactly what I was doing last night. Are you?”
I grin. “No, baby girl.”
“You really need to stop calling me that, Connie.”
I ignore that. Calling each other nicknames we pretend to hate is what we do.
“I have some bad news,” I say gently.
She’s immediately alert, sitting up straight. “Is it something with the wedding? I need my phone. There isn’t a lot of time to fix it!”
“Calm down,” I say, grabbing her arm. “The wedding is fine. It snowed a lot last night and the road isn’t clear so I can’t take you back to the Honeysuckle until later tonight.”
Scarlett sags with relief. “That is bad news. I have to be stuck here with you the whole day. But at least the wedding is fine.” She straightens again, her eyes wide. “We were supposed to go to Calgary today to meet with your florist!”
“I called her this morning and she’s sent me a few options for bouquets and decorations. You can look at them afterwards.”
Surprise flickers across her face. “Oh. Well, that’s good. But there’s still the center pieces. Sienna wanted something from Silverpine.”
“I called the designer working on the lodge’s redesign and she’s more than happy to supply centerpieces.
She’s also sent options. The lodge is also reserved for December 22nd for the rehearsal dinner.
I also got your deposit back from Mel since she’s no longer doing the flowers and bouquets.
Your reservation at the spa has also been confirmed. Anything else?”
Scarlett pushes back her hair, looking at me through squinty eyes.
“So you just,” she waves around her hand, “fucked me to within an inch of my life last night and then took care of my sister’s wedding prep this morning?”
I shrug. “I didn’t want you to worry.” I grip her chin, tilting her head back as I lean in for a kiss.
Scarlett pulls back. “I haven’t brushed yet.”
“Like I give a fuck. Nothing is going to stop me from kissing you, baby girl.”
I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, fucking my tongue into her mouth the same way I fuck her delicious cunt.
Scarlett hums with pleasure.
“You’re a good kisser,” she says.
“I have to be so I can keep up with you. Now, finish your coffee and I’ll make you breakfast.”
Her stomach grumbles on cue and she places a hand over it.
“You’re not going to shower with me?” She pouts.
“If I shower with you, we’re going to end up fucking.”
Scarlett rolls her eyes. “Wouldn’t want you to do anything you’re not going to enjoy.”
Tugging on her hair lightly, I nip her lip. “I don’t want to hurt you, hellion. You’re going to be sore enough today without me acting like a sex-starved barbarian.”
She sets her coffee cup aside and stretches, letting the blanket pool in her waist. My eyes drop down to her tits, and I can’t resist reaching out and brushing my knuckles over the rosy tip of one.
“But you are a sex-starved barbarian,” she says with a satisfied smile.
I growl and throw the blanket over her head, making her laugh.