“I love you.”
“I love you.”
He release a long groan, dropping his forehead into the curve of my neck, his body tensing and hot to the touch.
“One more for you,” he bites out, wrestling internally with his arousal, as he lifts my thigh to angle his pelvis lower, his hard length hitting something inside me with arrowed precision.
My body convulses with pleasure. His cock grows fast, throbbing and thickening, as I come, my insides squeezing against his penetration.
I gasp, lightheaded.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He spills inside me, hot and messy, thrusting and working through it like an athlete on the final stretch of a marathon.
The weight of him intensifies as he shudders over me, long moments passing as he relaxes, refocuses. “Are you…” He pants, lifting his head, sweat on his forehead and lust in his gaze. “Are you with me?”
My palm finds the warm, damp skin at the nape of his neck. “I’m with you.”
“Please tell me, Blesk.” His eyes search mine, pupils wide with a concern surfacing from somewhere deep. “The truth, baby. No static? Right? No static?”
His emotions hit me hard. “No static.” I kiss his lips. “I was there. The whole time.”
CHAPTER FORTY
blesk
As soon as Konnor leaves for his morning run, his absence is palpable. My skin still tingles from his touch. His sheets are warm and smell like him and me and sex, but my mind is already sorting through yesterday—the jealousy that clawed at my stomach when I heard about Faith, the way I couldn’t control my envy, the way he didn’t deserve it. I picture him strategically showing some beautiful, experienced girl his dimples and feel sick.
And yet. Last night he drew pleasure from my body, loudly, unapologetically, and I have never felt more present.
Before Konnor, sex was something I endured—that my body survived—quietly and full of shame. I thought that because I was wet, I had undeniably enjoyed it, in some horrible way that breaks my heart. Now… I think my body was protecting me from pain.
Last night was nothing like that; it was reckless and raw, and for the first time, I felt like love, sex, and affection were things to be celebrated rather than hidden. I want to feel that again.I want to feel that with him, only him, which is exactly why the jealousy won’t leave me alone.
Faith.
Ugh.
I keep seeing her pretty face. His mouth finding hers. Him breathing something rough into her ear, something meant only for her, something dirty. Her body against his in the dark. Did she get the version of him I got last night? Did he stay close to her after or roll away?
Get over it, Blesk.
He wants you.
I roll to my back, letting my eyes move around his childhood bedroom, from the bookcase, to the signed All Blacks rugby jersey, to the trophies. This is wheretheKonnor Slater grew up. WheretheDeakon Nerrock became a man. A very large, very dominant, and devious man…
Pulling my phone out from under my pillow, I unlock it and check my messages.
Elise: You okay after last night?
Elise was downstairs with me whenFaithshowed up uninvited, dolled-up and pretty—and probably completely undamaged on the inside.
I text back, knowing Elise’s phone is permanently connected to her hand.
Blesk: Yes, I overreacted. Did you sleep well?
Elise: OMG, so well, this bed is amazeballs. Cassidy kicked out that Faith whore. Don’t worry.
I sigh.Whore.
