Conviction(68)

She lets out a little moan and turns around in my arms to face me. Her hand comes up and touches my cheek and she mumbles, “I love you, Conner Reed. I love you so f*cking much.” Her lips find mine and she kisses me gently, then just carries on sleeping.

Fuck, multiplatinum-selling albums.

Fuck, The Grammy’s and The Brit Awards.

Fuck, the millions in the bank, the cars, horses and properties.

Fuck it all!

She loves me. This girl loves me and I swear to each and every God that might be listening, I will sort my shit out and I will be what she needs in her life. I will do everything necessary to become worthy of her love.

Does that make me a *? Probably but I really don’t give a f*ck.





I wake to the sensation of a hot little hand resting on my hip. I open my eyes and realise that it’s Meebs hair tickling my nose that’s woken me. I kiss the top of her head, which causes her to stir. She moves her hand and it rests right on my dick.

Pearce Matthews.

Pearce Matthews.

Pearce Matthews.

Shit! Even thinking about her dickwad brother is doing nothing to lessen my hard-on.

Suddenly a pair of big blue eyes are looking up at me. She starts to smile, then her fingers move and she frowns. Pulling her hand away from my crotch, she blushes and buries her face in my chest.

“Please tell me I didn’t sleep all this time hanging on to your dick?” I think is what she asks.

I lift her chin so that she has to look at me. Her cheeks are glowing and I can’t not kiss her. My lips just make contact with hers when she pulls away.

“I’ve probably got morning breath,” she says.

“I think you’ll find it’s afternoon breath.”

“That does nothing to reassure me, that it doesn’t smell like a fart.”

I can’t help but smile. “You said fart,” I say with a grin.

“And you’ve got a hard-on,” she replies.

“Oh my God, now you’re saying hard-on. What happened to that sweet innocent Nina Amoeba I used to know?”

“She was kidnapped and corrupted by some wicked rock star.”

I pull her in tighter and grind against her. “I’d like to corrupt you,” I tell her while kissing her neck.

“Can’t wait,” she replies.

I lean back so that I can see her face. I’m not sure if she’s joking or being sarcastic.

“What?” she asks

“You can’t just joke about things like that, Meebs. Not when you’re in my bed all pressed up against me.”

She blinks a couple of times and then lets out a long sigh.

“What do you want from me, Con? Where do we go with this now?”

I sit up and lean my back against the headboard. I pull Meebs into my lap and she straddles me. I pull up my knees and she leans back against them. I tuck her hair behind her ear and decide to be totally honest with her.

“I want this… I want there to be an us, Meebs.”

I write this shit all the time in my songs but right here, right now, with her sitting in front of me, all blonde and little and hot as f*ck, I can’t think straight.

“It just feels right. You being here, in my home, in my bed. It just feels right. Where you and I are meant to be.”

She tilts her head and gives me a smile. “That rhymes. You ever think about writing poetry, or maybe even songs?”

“I have, but I’m not sure I’d be any good at it,” I tell her.

“I think you’d be good at anything you set your mind to.” And that makes my heart stutter and miss a beat.

*.

“You have too much faith in me,” I tell her.

“I trust you to do the right thing,” she replies.

“I’m not sure you should.”

“Should I walk away now then?” her eyes are all over my face as she asks.

“That would probably be the wise thing to do.”

“I’m actually not known for my wisdom. My life is full of bad choices.” That causes a little stab of pain in my chest.

“I think you’re possibly the wisest person I know. It’s hard to do the right thing when you’re being manipulated by bullshitters that don’t have your best interests in mind.”

“So, what if I told you that I think you’re right. That we are right where we’re meant to be. That I want this, whatever it is. I want to give it a go. Do you still think I’m wise?”

Well, she’s got me there.

“Is that really what you want?” I ask.

“I think it is,” she says quietly.

“You think or you know?”

“I know.”

I reach out and touch her cheek with the back of my knuckles. “I’m so scared I’m gonna f*ck this up,” I tell her honestly.

“Please try not to. I don’t think my heart could stand losing you again.”

“Fuck, Meebs.” I pull her in. One hand grips her hip, the other in her hair at the back of her head. My mouth melds with hers, but it’s not enough. I need to taste. I pull on her hair, a little too hard and when she moans at the pain, I slide my tongue inside her mouth. It tangles with hers. I drag it over her teeth and around her mouth.

She moans into my mouth and grinds against me. Her nails claw into my scalp and I tilt my head back when she pulls her mouth from mine and drags her teeth along my jaw.