Conviction(88)

“Let’s get married,” he suggests as he walks toward the bed. My belly does a few back flips, followed by a forward roll.

“I’m still married to Marcus.”

“Fuck yeah, how could I forget about the orange?” he crawls across the bed as he speaks, pulls the duvet back and settles on his knees between my legs.

“What orange?”

“Marcus, that orange.”

“Why’s he an orange?”

“He’s a Jaffa.”

“What are you talking about, Con?” He sighs and rolls his eyes like a thirteen-year-old girl.

“Jaffa, they grow seedless oranges. Marcus is seedless, so I call him the orange.”

“That’s wicked and you don’t know that for sure.”

He looks up at me through raised eyebrows and shrugs. “It is what it is babe? I know what I know and when it’s right it’s right.”

He winks.

I melt.

He picks up my right leg and starts kissing up the inside of it. When he gets to the top and lifts the T-shirt of his I’m wearing, his eyes look up to meet mine and I could dissolve into a puddle of lust from what they’re expressing to me.

He wants this.

He wants us.

We’re gonna be okay.

“You’ve got no knickers on,” he says quietly.

“No, I don’t got no knickers on.”

“Fuck Meebs, take off that T-shirt.”

I do as he says, keeping my eyes on his. As soon as I’m naked, he grabs my hips and pulls me further down the bed.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. I bite down on my bottom lip and slide one finger between my legs. He watches intently, his lips slightly parted.

I watch in turn as he pulls down his boxer trunks, freeing his cock and his balls. He strokes himself, up and down, up and down at a slow, measured pace. The tip instantly begins to glisten.

I know it’s wrong to think of Marcus at that moment, but I can’t help it. His family are Jewish and as with tradition, he’s cut, his cock always looked ugly to me, like it was angry, but Con’s is the opposite. Long, hard, sleek and smooth. Like a sports car.

“What are ya smiling at, Nina Amoeba, you like what ya see?”

I realise that I’ve been looking at his dick for a while now and blush when I look up to meet his sexy stare.

“You have the most beautiful dick,” I blurt out.

“Baby, shit! Fuck, I’m gonna come in my hand if you say things like that,” he continues to stroke himself with one hand, then reaches between his legs and starts to cup and squeeze his own balls with the other.

“Open your legs wider for me. I wanna see how wet you are,” he orders.

I do as I’m told, sliding my middle two fingers down from my clit and dip them inside myself. He gives out a little groan, so I pull them out and offer them up to him. He rubs his middle fingers over the head of his glistening cock and brings them up to meet mine. He puts his other hand around the back of my neck and pulls me up to straddle him, then brings his mouth to meet mine. We kiss our wet fingers between us.

“That’s us, Meebs,” he says into my ear. His breath is hot on my skin.

I’m not sure if I’m too hot, but melting or freezing while I’m on fire.

“That taste is us. Me and you. That taste is what we do to each other. That taste is want, need, lust and a love like no f*cking other,” he leans back so that he can look at me as he talks. “I need you to know. Whoever that is, growing in your belly, whatever combination of genes, I’m gonna love them like my own. I don’t ever want you to be scared, worried or doubt that for a moment.”

He blows me away.

This man that has been through so much in his life.

This man that could choose any woman that’s walked this planet.

He wants me.

He wants me and everything that’s a part of me.

We make love.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

Reverently.

We make love in the bed, then we make love in the shower.

We lay talking long into the night, planning our future. A future that we will spend together, raising the child that’s now growing inside of me, and the many more we hope to create in the future.

We make love again in the morning, before packing up the few belongings we brought with us and head back to Surrey.





Thankfully there are no press at the gate when we arrive home. The interest in us has gradually died down once we agreed to both appear on a prime time chat show and tell all about our relationship. The interview will be recorded on Friday and aired Sunday night. The interview being carried out by one of the best in the business. They’re flying in from the US on Wednesday and spending the following few days living with and getting to know us.

I’m nervous as shit, but I want to do this for Conner. I want the world to see him for who he really is and not just the serial shagging rock star they think they all know.

I’m meeting Sophie at the wine bar later for belated birthday drinks. It was her birthday last weekend and I missed it, so we’re catching up tonight instead. Conner’s not happy and insisting that Matty drives me, which I have no problem with whatsoever. Shame that now that I can’t drink, that I get my very own driver.

I spot Sophie straight away when I arrive at Plonk, the wine bar across the road from our salon. I wave at the bar staff as I walk in and immediately notice the tall, skinny blonde woman that my brother and Marcus were talking to on the one and only occasion I’ve seen them in here.