Conviction(70)

She frowns and shakes her head. “Con?” she says my name questioningly on a sob.

“I don’t care that we’ve spent so long apart, I don’t care that we’ve only just met back up. I don’t care whether or not this makes sense, it is what it is. I love you, and you and everyone else will just have to get their f*cking heads around it.”

She looks at me wide-eyed but doesn’t say a word.

“I’m gonna f*ck you now. I’ll try and take it slow and gentle, but I want you. I want you so f*cking much that I don’t know if I’m capable of slow and gentle. If I hurt you or if it’s just too much, I need you to tell me, okay?”

She licks her lips.

“Fuck Meebs, baby, please. At least give me a chance not to blow in the first five seconds.”

She smiles and says, “Fuck me, Con, right now.”

I slide inside her and she whimpers. I roll my hips and she lets out a moan. I rock my hips forward and she, “Oh God’s.” She’s as tight as I remember and I know that I’m not going to last long.

I press my forehead against hers. “Open your eyes and look at me, baby. I need to see you.”

She bites down on her bottom lip and shakes her head, no.

“I can’t,” she whispers.

A little wave of panic ripples through me. “Why not, babe? Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m scared, Con.”

“Of what, Meebs?”

“That none of this is real. That you’re not really here. That we’re not really doing this.”

My heart bangs so hard in my chest, I’m sure she must be able to feel it in hers.

“This is real baby, don’t you worry about that. This is me and you and it’s definitely real. Now open your eyes and look at me.”

I kiss each of her eyelids before she looks up at me.

“I love you,” I tell her, before rocking my hips against hers. “You feel so f*cking good. I thought about this so many times, but this is better. You feel, taste and smell so much better than you ever did in my head.”

“Con?”

“Meebs?”

“Stop talking and f*ck me.”

So I do. I aim for long, slow and sensual, but when she crosses her ankles around my back and squeezes my arse cheeks in an attempt to pull me deeper inside her, I lose all control and f*ck her like I’ve never f*cked before. The second she calls out my name and I feel her tight little cunt, pulse and clench around my cock, I shoot off like a rocket. I seriously hope these condoms are reinforced. Otherwise, she’ll be feeling my load hit her tonsils.

When I look down at her face, her head’s thrown back and she has tears running from the corners of each eye. I feel myself start to shake. I know that I’m losing it. For a few seconds, I try to regain control, but looking down at her gorgeous face makes me just want to let go. I want her to see me. The real me. The Conner Reed that only my dad, my brothers and my bandmates know. The pure emotion of not just this moment, but a lifetime of hurt, pain, loss and loneliness, overcome me. I let out a sob. I’ve been holding more inside than I thought.

“Con? Baby, you okay?”

I try to keep my weight off of her, but my shoulders are shaking so bad that I’m scared I’m going to collapse. She slides out from underneath me, causing me to slide out of her. I pull off the condom, tie it in a knot and throw it down on the floor, not really caring where it lands.

I push myself to sit back against the headboard and when she climbs into my lap and wraps her arms around me, the feel of her skin against mine, her fingers combing gently through my hair, I come completely undone. I gasp for air as the sobs come thick and fast, the tears stream down my face and all the while she just holds me tight and strokes her fingers over my arms and my back and my head.

She takes my face in her hands and makes me look up her. “They tried to break us, Conner Reed. They tried and they failed. What we have is stronger than they could ever have imagined, and we fought and we found our way back. We don’t need anyone else. We might be broken and damaged, but we’ll fix ourselves. As long as we have each other, we’ll be stronger than ever.” She leans in and kisses my face, my eyes and my nose.

She holds me tight while I cry and then later on, she holds me tight while I make love to her in the shower. This time I do take it slow and gentle. I lick and suck her from head to toe, until she’s once again, calling out my name.

She’s got me… hook, line and sinker. I’m one hundred percent in love with this girl and I can’t wait to tell the world. Yep, I’ll also gladly admit to anyone that wants to listen, that where she’s concerned, I’m a complete and utter *.





Nina



I walk into the big kitchen, dining and living area that Conner calls the ‘family room’ to the sound of Sigma singing about having nobody to love and I stop dead in my tracks as I take him in.

“You fancy Chinese?” Conner looks up from the menu in his hand and asks.

He’s leaning against the kitchen worktop, wearing a pair of football shorts and nothing else. His dark blond hair looks almost brown where it’s damp. He’s pushed it back from his face, which is covered in a few days stubble. He’s still lean but not skinny. In fact, he’s ripped. He has a well-defined six pack, that V thing which girls want to kiss, lick and suck, and well-defined muscles in his arms and legs. Conner Reed was once a beautiful boy, now he’s a breathtakingly beautiful man.