Conviction(77)

I’ve agreed to meet Marcus at lunch time today. He wanted to meet in a restaurant, but I refused and told him the park across the road from the salon and Sophie’s flat would suffice. He wasn’t happy, but eventually agreed. The only problem is, I’ve yet to tell Conner and I just know that he’s going to flip.

I throw some underwear on the bed and go back to pull a dress off the hanger. When I come back out of the wardrobe and pull the towel from around me, I realise my bra and knickers are missing. Conner is standing with his back to me at the bathroom sink, cleaning his teeth.

“What the f*ck have I done with them?” I mumble to myself.

“What?” Conner asks through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Nothing,” I call back while lifting the duvet and then bending to look under the bed.

“What you lost?” Conner asks from beside me.

“My bra and knickers. I swear I just put them on the bed. I’m seriously going nuts. All this sex is messing with my brain.”

When I stand back up, he’s leaning against the wall. Face serious, his dick still hard, my bra and knickers hanging from it.

“You f*cker, Reed. That’s so not funny. I’m gonna be late, my first client is in at nine and it just happens to be my mother and she’s not someone you wanna keep waiting, believe me.” I stand naked, arms folded across my chest, trying to look as serious and as pissed off as possible.

“Well, there’s a way to sort out my hard-on, just mention your mother. I usually use your brother as a cure.”

What?

“You think about my brother when you get a hard-on? I find that seriously disturbing Con, like wrong, really, really wrong.” I shudder at the thought.

I hold my hand out, hoping that he’s going to pass me my undies. He wiggles his eyebrows and gives me his favourite smile, the one that takes me back to when we were kids and he used to flirt and make me blush. The memories of what we’ve been through to get to this point causes a lump to form in my throat, tears to sting my eyes and my heart to squeeze.

“I’m meeting Marcus today,” I can’t help blurting it out. When he smiles at me like that, it just does something to me and there’s no way I could leave this morning without being honest with him. The smile instantly falls from his face.

“What?” he frowns as he asks.

“Marcus. I’ve agreed to meet him at lunchtime, today.”

He pulls my underwear from his dick and slings them down on the bed. I grab them and step into my knickers.

“No way, Meebs! No way are you meeting with that f*cker,” he paces as he talks.

“Con, I want a divorce. I need to keep him sweet so that he’ll sign the papers. He wanted to go out for dinner to discuss our issues,” I use air quotes on the ‘discuss our issues’ part.

“But I refused. Then he suggested lunch and I said no, telling him the park opposite the salon, or nowhere. He eventually agreed.”

He walks past me into the wardrobe and emerges as I’m trying to reach my zip, wearing a pair of sweat shorts. Without me even asking, he zips up the back of my dress and that one small act sends a rush of emotions through me and again, causes tears to sting my eyes. I turn and wrap my arms around him.

“I’m going to be in the park, across the road from the salon. It’ll be broad daylight, in the middle of summer. The schools have broken up, there’ll be people everywhere. I’ll be fine.”

He pulls me in close and kisses my neck.

“He’s a slippery, slimy little f*cker. I don’t trust him, Meebs. What’s he trying to achieve by seeing you anyway?”

I return his kisses, running mine up his throat and along his jaw. His erection is back and he grinds into me, probably without even thinking about it.

“I don’t know, Con. Apparently he wants to discuss the house and some joint shares we have.”

I’m not going to tell him that he wants us to try again, that will just raise Conner’s paranoia levels to DEFCON 12 or whatever level that shit goes to.

“I want you to keep your phone in your hand and I want you stay in view of the shop.”

He rakes his hand through his hair whilst still grinding his dick into my belly.

“And don’t let him walk you away from the crowds. You stay where the people are, you understand?” He lifts my chin up so that I’m looking at him. “You listening to what I’m saying, Meebs?”

My eyes meet his and I nod my head. “I’ll be fine. I have to go, else I’m gonna be late.”

I kiss him long and hard on the mouth and turn to go. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me back into him.

“I love you. Ring me as soon as you’re done with dickwad.” He kisses my nose.

“I will. I love you too.”





The rest of my morning is horrible. I spend three hours listening to my mother telling me what a royal disappointment I am to her and my father. That she’s embarrassed by my divorce. That I’m making a huge mistake, I’ll never find another husband like Marcus and why can’t I be more like my brother’s wife Tierney and be happy staying home and running the odd charity.

I don’t bother trying to explain any of my actions. I remain silent and instead take my mind to the two toe curling orgasms Conner gave me this morning. I actually blush as I think about the way I went off like a rocket when he lapped at my clit with his tongue, slid and curled two fingers inside my * at the same time as he slid two inside my arse.