Page 86 of Dirty Legacy

After eating, I checked on my mother (high, happy) and retreated to my room. The books were there so I flipped through them again and had my nose stuck to the pages when Connor came home around midnight and forced me to go to bed. I keep closing my eyes, trying to pass out, but it doesn’t stick.

The numbers are wrong.

I keep coming back to that. The numbers are plain wrong. They don’t match up. There’s a hole, or rather, there’s a mountain. It’s not that WashCo is missing cash.

It’s that there’s too much.

I can’t make sense of it, but that UBI company is at the heart.

Why would people associated with the Gallaghers have been paying Connor all these years? Without him noticing it apparently? That would imply someone with access to these books has been hiding it from him.

The list of people who can touch this stuff is very short.

I roll onto my side and study the slope of his jaw. It’s so straight and fine. In sleep, he’s calm. I like him this way. No stress lining his eyes. Nothing slumping his shoulders, hunching his back. This is Connor as he should be.

Free and whole.

I snuggle against him, heart beating quickly. I breathe in his smell. He mutters and one hand snakes around to tug me tighter to his side. My stomach flips and I lean forward to kiss his neck.

He grumbles, still half asleep. I kiss him again and move a leg over top of him⁠—

And my thigh grazes his rock hard dick.

Holy shit.

He’s got the biggest stiff cock I’ve ever felt. I pull back, recoiling in surprise. His eyes flutter open, brow creasing as I reach out.

I should let him sleep.

Instead, my hand slides over his shaft, gripping and squeezing.

Oh my god.

It’s like iron. It’s incredible. My core flutters and pulses and heat fills my cheeks. I’m in a tank top and panties, and I’m burning up. I stroke his dick slowly, rolling around the tip, marveling at his size. He’s massive.

He’s awake now. I can tell by the way he’s breathing. I keep stroking and feel his hand move down between my legs. I bite my lip as he touches me back, teasing me open.

“Should I let you go back to sleep?” I whisper, mouth watering as I touch him faster.

“I’m not tired.” He slips his fingers down my panties and cups my wet pussy. “I take it you aren’t either.”

“Sorry. Can’t sleep.”

“Don’t apologize for wanting me, wife.”

I tug his boxer briefs down, releasing his glorious erection. He’s so stiff it’s magical. I wrap my hand around him, fingertips not touching as I stroke up and down. He’s working my pussy now, deftly rolling around my clit, sinking inside, pulling back out. It feels like heaven, but it’s his insane dick that’s driving me wild.

My mouth is all wet and I want him inside of it.

He moans when I adjust myself and bend over him. I lick his tip. It’s wet and salty. I take him, slurping and swirling around his swollen crown. He groans, cursing with pleasure as I lick, his hand finding my pussy again.

I whimper with him in my mouth.

“Fuck, this is the perfect way to wake up,” he whispers, fingers sinking inside of me. “My dick in your pretty mouth. Your moans as you suck me. You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.”

I pull back, gasping, and tug off my panties. I straddle him, his shaft presses against my wet pussy. His hands move up to cup my breasts.

“You keep calling me angel. Is that because of my name?”