Conviction(76)

I feel like I’m seriously going insane. I want to kiss her, f*ck, suck and lick her. I want to love her, stroke, bite and slap her, all at the same time. I don’t know what I f*cking want except her. Any way I can get her.

“Stay Meebs. Love me. Stay with me. Live with me. Marry me. Don’t ever f*cking leave. Be mine, just be mine,” the words just keep coming, as fast as they rush into my head, they rush out of my mouth. “I wanna give you everything. The f*cking world. I want you to have every part of me. Every f*cking part.”

My legs start to turn to jelly. My balls tighten and an icy tingle travels up my spine.

Meebs face actually looks like she’s in pain as she screams out, “Yes Con. Yes. Everything, all of it. All of me. Take everything,” she starts to sob as she tells me that she’s coming, that she loves me, wants me. Her internal muscles squeeze my dick so tight it’s almost painful. Her little body shudders in my arms. She throws her head back and I witness the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Nina, my Amoeba, coming, crying, sobbing out my name as she falls apart from the pleasure that I’m giving her.

I struggle to stay upright and have to lock my knees in place as I come, shooting hard, deep and hot inside her.

I hold onto her tightly, our foreheads pressed together as we breathe in each other’s air.

“Con,” she pants and I assume she’s saying my name.

“Condom. We didn’t use a condom,” she finally manages to get out.

Shit, no, we didn’t. I kiss her temple.

“It’s okay. I’m clean.” I kiss her temple again.

“You safe?” She looks up at me, eyes wide and shakes her head.

“What?”

“No, I’m not.” What the f*ck does that mean?

“You’re on the pill or whatever right?” She frowns and shakes her head again.

“No, no, I’m not.” We’re both silent as I digest this news. I actually don’t care. In fact, I hope my spunky little swimmers are torpedoing their way up inside her to make us a baby right now.

I run my fingertips up and down the tattoo at the back of her neck.

“I would’ve loved this baby, ya know, Meebs.”

“I know, I know you would’ve, Con.”

“There’ll be more. Four maybe or five.” She shakes her head and my heart feels like it’s just dropped to the deepest depths of my belly.

“No?” I ask her. Confused at her response.

“I don’t know if I can, Con. We… I was trying, but it never happened.”

Shit! She was trying to get pregnant with that slippery little toad. Yuk!

I push down the feelings of jealousy that start to rise up and tell her, “Well, you and him just weren’t meant to be, but you and me, well we already know that we have what it takes. We did it once, we’ll do it again. We’ll find a way,” I reassure her. Absolutely sure in that moment that I want a baby. I want to see Meebs’ belly round and full with a combination of our genes. Filled with a little person made from our love.

I want that.

I want her.

I want it all.





Nina



I step out of the shower to Conner standing waiting for me, wearing nothing but a smile and a hard-on.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I comment with raised eyebrows. He holds out a big fluffy towel and wraps me in it, grinding his hips into me as he rubs me dry.

“What?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“I thought we just took care of that.” I gesture toward his dick.

“We did, but then you climbed out of bed and I watched your tits bounce and your hips and arse sway as you walked toward the bathroom.” He shrugs as if that explains everything.

“And?” I shrug back.

“And now I need to be taken care of again,” he replies, giving me his best puppy dog eyes and pouting those deliciously full, plump, kissable lips of his.

“Tough titty, Everhard. I have to go to work,” I tell him. I wriggle out of his arms and head toward the apartment sized wardrobe, where a few of my clothes now hang.

Conner and I have spent the past three weeks, hidden away in absolute domestic bliss. Apart from his weekend in New York, which I couldn’t attend because I’d stupidly forgotten that my passport was still at my old house, leaving it too late to apply for a new one, we’ve hardly been apart or left his house. Obviously, I’ve been going to work every week day, but our together time has all been spent at Conner’s.

In the three weeks that we’ve been together, I’ve only spent two nights at Sophie’s and this weekend I’ve finally conceded and will be bringing all of my stuff here and moving in.

Life is good! I’m head over heels in love with the man I was destined to be with. I’m moving in with him and I couldn’t be happier. Yes, everything has happened at lightning speed, but like Conner keeps telling me, ‘When you know, you know, right?’

The only thorn in my side right now is Marcus. He’s refusing to sign any of the divorce papers and has contacted my solicitors, telling Nate that he’s still prepared to go for counselling to try and save our marriage. He has no idea about Conner. No one outside of Conner’s trusted circle of friends, family and bandmates knows, except for Soph, of course.