Page 106 of Dirty Legacy

“Women have been having babies forever. If they can do it, you can do it too.”

“I know I can, it’s just…” I trail off, not sure how to explain it. I blow out a breath and turn to face him. His hands rest on my hips. “I never wanted to be a mother.”

He seems mildly surprised. “Why not?”

“Look at my only example. I never wanted to be a burden on someone, you know?”

“Being a mother doesn’t mean being a burden, love.”

“It does to me.”

“Angel—“

“No, please listen. I’ve always been afraid I’d end up like Dawn. Maybe not high all the time, but a waste. Nothing more than a pain in the ass for other people to deal with.”

“That’s not you.”

“I know, because I’ve worked hard⁠—“

“No, love, it’s not you.” He leans in and kisses me. “You are the most caring woman I’ve ever met. You saved my sister’s life. You went with Deck knowing it might be the death of you. You’ve sacrificed, over and over again, because that’s who you are.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“You don’t, but I do.” He pulls my hands to his lips and kisses them. “You are a good person. You’re my balance, angel. I’m a bad man doing very bad things, but you tilt me back toward the light.”

I smile a bit, shuffling closer. “Not all the way though.”

“Never all the way,” he agrees. “You are going to be a fantastic mother. I promise.”

I kiss him, and this time the kiss lingers. Can he be right about that? In all this, I haven’t had much time to think about what it means for me with this baby coming. But once we have Deck, and Connor helps Sinead take over her family, the war will be done.

And what after it? Only life. The normal stuff. Waking up, going to work—if I still have a job anyway—breathing and laughing and whatever it is normal people do.

His hands roam down my body, tugging down my bottoms. I sigh as he rolls me onto my back and holds my hands above my head. He kisses me, moves down to my belly, kisses where the baby might be, but he doesn’t stop there. His mouth wanders around my hips, to my inner thighs, teasing and nipping.

“How’d we get from worried about being a mother to—“ I gasp as he pushes my underwear aside. His tongue glides up and down.

“To me tasting you?” He lets out a satisfied growl as he laps me up and down.

“Y-y-yes!” I arch against his mouth.

“I can’t help myself. You talk about children and I get all—“ His tongue slips inside of me.

“Oh, shit.” I grind against his mouth, breathing fast. All worries are instantly evaporated in the heat of him. I don’t know how I was ever afraid to begin with.

Connor licks me up, laps me, sucks and teases me. I spread my legs, whimpering his name as he goes faster, pleasure building in my core. I tug at his dark hair, fingers slipping through his silky, soft curls. My hair spills around me. I groan as he pulls back, thumb sliding up and down my slit.

“What are you doing?” My eyes fix on him, flushed and glowing.

“Did you think that was all?” He leans back and takes off his shirt. I take in his defined chest, the tattoos down between his muscles. Barbed wire, a Celtic cross, a dove on fire. “No, love, not even close.”

His mouth crushes to mine. I taste myself on his lips. He shimmies from his boxer briefs, his cock heavy and warm against my belly. I reach for it, gripping and guiding him between my legs, but he only lets out a soft, rumbling laugh, shoving me back with one hand on my chest.

“Mine,” he says, teasing his tip up and down my soaking pussy.

“Connor—“

“Say it. This pussy is mine.”