Page 76 of Dirty Legacy

She worries at her lower lip. “I’m a vessel for this baby. You can’t mean that.”

“No, angel. I’ve been watching you for years. You saved Rowan’s life, even though you put it in danger tonight. I know your heart is good. That’s why—“ I clench my jaw, choking back the next words, unable to say them out loud. They’re too pathetic, and it’s too vulnerable.

But she touches my cheek. “Tell me. Please, Connor.”

“That’s why I haven’t been able to look away. You’re good, angel, you’re the only good thing in my entire life. I’ve been able to lie all these years, pretending like if I kept helping you, if I kept taking care of you from a distance, that would balance out my sins. But if I’m honest, my scales are tipped toward hell, and it’s all that’s waiting for me now.”

“I don’t believe that. You’re a good man too.”

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m not. Look at Rowan. She’s pure, isn’t she? She’s a great girl, and it’s because you’re in her life. Your men look up to you. I know how much you care about them, how much you sacrifice. I’m sorry, Connor, I really am. I never should have gone to see Brad. I wanted to handle my own mess for once, but it was stupid, and I’m sorry.”

“Angel.” I pull her mouth to mine. I kiss her, sinking my tongue between her lips, tasting her. “Angel,” I say again, moaning it this time, kissing her harder.

She wraps her arms around my neck. I hold her in the darkness, moonlight and stars glittering from shattered glass and blood-covered steel. I hoist her up, sit her on a bumper of an ancient ripped Chevy, and dominate her lips as she kisses me back furiously. I cup her ass, holding on tight, growling between her lips.

And could she be right? If she thinks I’m decent, does that make it true? Is there a glimmer of hope for me in all this darkness?

No, I don’t think so.

And for all that, I still need her, because if I’m going to slide into hell, I might as well go doing what I love the most.

I tug her down and turn her. Angie yelps as I shove my right hand up her top and squeeze her breasts, kissing her neck, pulling her hair with my other palm. She arches into me, gasping as I tweak and pinch her nipples, biting her shoulder, sliding from her top down into her bottoms. I cup her pussy, feeling its warmth, and she moans, wiggling her hips.

“Someone… someone could see…” She’s panting as my fingers slowly stroke.

“Nobody’s coming.”

“Cameras. There have to be cameras.”

“I’ll have the footage erased.”

“Connor—“

“I’m going to fuck you, angel. I’m going to fill you to the brim and make you scream and that’s going to be your punishment.”

“Oh my god.”

“No more fighting. No more talking. You are mine.” I flick aside her panties and tease along her soaking folds. “You are mine and you are so fucking wet.”

“That feels so good… Connor…”

I plunge my fingers inside of her and kiss her over her shoulder. She whimpers, returning the kiss with eager urgency. I slide my fingers in deep, curling, swirling, and pulling them back out, stroking her clit, plunging back in. Her hands grip the truck’s bumper, fingers inches from pitted and jagged steel.

I yank her pants down, dropping to my knees behind her. I kiss her ass, one cheek then the other, and spread her to lick up and down, teasing and tasting. She curses, hands curled into fists. I stand, sucking my fingers, and unbuckle my belt.

“Knees. Now.”

And like always, I get what I want. My wife sinks in front of me, her big, pretty eyes shining with want as I pull out my cock, fist holding the root as she opens her mouth and takes the tip.

Fuck, that feels so good. Pleasure washes through me and I release a low, shuddering moan. She licks, sucking the top, tongue going in heavenly circles.

“Fuck, angel, that feels so good.”

“Are you going to come in my mouth?”

I curse, gripping the truck behind her. Metal slices my palm and I don’t care. “If you keep doing that⁠—“