47. Connor
“Seriously,” Anna says, wheeling out the suitcase she just packed. “Please don’t have sex in my bed.
“So Dad really doesn’t want his car back?” I ask my brother.
“Yeah, I don’t think you’re ever getting your car back. He told me to take the truck.”
Jess comes over and wraps her arms around my waist. I pull her up for what I intend to just be a quick kiss, but I’m too hungry for more to stop.
“Okay, that’s…there are people here. In the room.” Chris says.
“The couch is its own bed,” Anna adds. “So comfortable. Great for any sexual activity that you might engage in.”
I try to focus on the conversation, at least coming up for air, but Jess is stroking the back of my neck at my hairline and I’m about to lose it. “Can we walk you out? You guys are ready to go? Let’s get you on the road, huh?”
Chris looks at Anna’s suitcase. “That’s all you’re bringing?”
She furrows her brows. “Yeah, why?”
“I just thought you’d have like fifty-eight bags to load up.”
“Um, I’m not moving out there. I’m coming back. It’s not like I’m a high-maintenance diva or anything.”
My brother lets out another one of his increasingly present snorts, and I can see Anna’s cheeks flame. She goes to grab the handle of the suitcase but he gets to it first, collapsing the handle, and picking the bag up.
“You don’t have to carry it, I’m fully capable of carrying my own suitcase,” she chides, chasing after him. But he’s already out the door and down the hall.
Jess and I follow, stealing kisses when we can.
“My carrying this bag has nothing to do with your capabilities,” Chris argues as we all exit the apartment building, “and everything to do with my need to get on the road quickly.”
The group of us heads across the parking lot in the cool air. There’s a pinch on my ass and I look down in surprise at my girlfriend, who’s wearing a devilish grin.
“You are in so much trouble,” I whisper in her ear before biting her earlobe.
“You don’t think I can roll a frigging suitcase through a parking lot?” Anna scoffs as we approach Chris’ truck.
“This is not a feminist issue,” he counters. “I’m trying to be helpful, okay?”
“Well, I don’t need your help. Except for…except for the ride. Thank you, by the way.”
“You’re welcome. Here,” he drops the suitcase on the ground. “Load it into the bed, buckle up, and don’t say one word about the playlist on the way back.”
He gives Jess a hug while Anna struggles to hoist the bag into his truck. And then he gives me a hug while she continues to struggle. He looks over at her. “Hey, don’t scratch the paint now,” he says as he flashes me a smirk.
Anna lets out a frustrated groan.
Jess runs over to help her, and Chris slides into the driver’s seat.
I can’t hear what they’re sparring about as they pull away, but I also don’t much care. As soon as the taillights are out of view, I grab Jess’ hand and pull her into a run to get back to the apartment.
The second the front door shuts behind us, it’s a hungry race to undress each other, all while joined at the mouth because I’m never going to stop kissing her for the rest of my life.
I feverishly unbutton her pants while she pulls my shirt up over my head and we fall backwards onto the sofa bed. She strips out of her jeans and rolls one leg over me, grinding against my hip while her hands run through my hair. Her mouth tastes like the strawberry ice cream we grabbed after dinner, and I can’t stop my fingers from finding the heat between her legs.
“Oh my god, you’re so wet already.”
“It’s been way too long since I’ve touched you,” she answers, cupping my dick through my pants.
“Jesus, Jess, slow down.”
“No,” she grins. She pushes me on my back and straddles me, but a stabbing pain in my shoulder rips away the pleasure. What the hell is that?
Jess stops moving. “Oh no, are you okay? Did that spring get you?”
“Spring?” I sit up, trying to look over my shoulder and assess the damage.
“Yeah, this bed is really old.” As she leans over to get a better view of the wound, her breasts end up directly in my face, and instantly, the pain is gone. Imagine that!
I slap my hands under her ass and stand up, carrying her to the bedroom. She giggles as I throw her on Anna’s bed, and I stand back to take her in. Wearing just her silk t-shirt and panties, she’s on her back, propped up on her elbows and smiling at me like I’m the only man in the world.
“Why don’t you come here and finish what you started?” she teases.
I make quick work of unzipping my pants, grabbing a condom out of the pocket and tossing it on the nightstand. As I finish undressing, she’s doing the same, torturing me with her slow movements. Once we’re both naked, I walk over to the edge of the bed, kneel, and place her legs over my shoulders. “Your mouth tastes like strawberries, I wonder if everywhere tastes like that?”
She lets her head fall back as I place kisses slowly up her thighs before meeting her core.
“Yes,” she pleads. “Connor, please.”
I sink my tongue into her opening and suck on her swollen clit, trying to keep myself in check while giving her what she wants.
As her moans increase, I draw her in closer to my mouth, needing to taste more of her.
“Stop,” she says. “Stop, I want you inside me now.”
“Before you?—”
“That’s not going to be a problem, trust me. I missed you. I missed feeling you.”
My cock strains towards her and I don’t need any additional invitation. After ripping open the condom, she takes it from my hands and rolls it on slowly, her touch sending shocks through my body.
“Baby,” I say, “I want to take my time,” I push her back onto the pillows and climb over her. “And I want this to be amazing,” I position myself right near her entrance, “And I want to make sure you’re comfortable…”
“But that’s for next time,” she finishes and reaches down to guide me inside her. “Right now is for making up for lost time.”
I suck in a breath as I sink into her, both of us groaning.
“You feel so good,” she breathes.
She feels like heaven in every way possible. With every drive of my hips, she moans louder and louder.
“Fuck,” I growl. “I don’t think I can stop.”
“Don’t. Don’t stop.”
I feel her walls clench tight around me as she comes and I follow her over the edge, burying my head into her neck and tasting the sweat on her collarbone.
I prop myself up on my forearms to keep from crushing her, but I can’t bring myself to roll over. She’ll be too far away if I do. “I missed you so much,” I confess.
Her hands curl into my hair and she kisses my cheek. “I missed you, too.”
“Tell me something you’re looking forward to.”
I can feel her smile against my shoulder. “Seeing what else we can add to this bracelet.”
I grin and push up so I can see her face. “I think you should know that I am very much in love with you.”
“Oh wow, you are?” she gasps.
I nod confidently. “I am! I know, it’s crazy! Surprised me, too.”
“Well,” she puts her hand to her chest. “That is such a coincidence because I am actually very much in love with you, too.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing her say it. “We’re one of those obnoxious couples now, aren’t we?”
“We definitely are,” she shrugs. “I’m okay with it, though.”
“You and me both,” I lean in and kiss her.
At some point later that night, Jess and I wake up to the sound of a text coming through to both of our phones at the same time.
Anna:
You guys had sex in my bed, didn’t you?
Jess:
Of course not!
Connor:
Yes, obviously. That couch is atrocious.
Jess:
He’s kidding, A, I promise.
Anna:
It’s bad enough that I’m sitting here listening to music from the Stone Age, I really don’t want to have to bleach my sheets and/or my brain when I get back home.
Connor:
We’ll wash the sheets, we’re not animals.
Jess:
SERIOUSLY, HE’S KIDDING!
“Would you shut up?” Jess scolds me.
“Why are you lying to her? She has to know this is the only place in the apartment suitable for relations.”
“She has got enough on her plate right now, her mom is the worst!”
“Okay, okay,” I relent.
Connor:
Just kidding.
Anna:
You’re a better liar in person and that is upsetting to me.
Connor:
Try not to kill my brother until you make it safely back to Colorado.
Anna:
No promises.
“So before we have a lot more sex in Anna’s bed,” I begin, “let’s talk about this internship.”
Jess smiles and scrolls through her phone. “I think you’ll be happy with this.”
I take it from her and on the screen is a color coded spreadsheet. “Is this…?”
She nods in excitement. “I made it on break at work.”
It’s a timeline for the next five months, complete with scheduled phone calls, flights, and flexibility buffers.
“Connor, are you getting hard from looking at a spreadsheet on my phone?”
“You’re the one who’s throwing porn in my face!” I counter.
“Come here, my love,” she laughs. And the last coherent thought I have before I go under her spell is that I can’t wait to give every second of my life to this woman.