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In this moment, everything is perfect. We’re exactly where we’re meant to be and the serenity and joy of being in the middle of the moment is pure bliss.
Please make this last… please make this last…
Chapter 24
Conner
I had every intention of proposing last night at the bar. The ring burned a hole in my pocket since I bought it that afternoon and it continued to grow heavier and heavier in my jeans throughout the night. But when Nick asked when the wedding was, I felt a shift in Taylor’s demeanor. She was too quick to say, “No time soon,” and I guess her wink was supposed to make me feel like she saved us both from a headache, but it just made me feel like shit.
No time soon, she’d said. How about not soon enough? Like geez, how much longer am I supposed to wait to have forever with this woman?
But maybe she’s right to pump the brakes a little. We’ve been dating for what, a minute? And “date” isn’t the word for it. We’ve been fucking like rabbits and hydrating in between. Then it’s work and life and back to bed again.
“I’m gonna come,” she moans against the mattress.
My pace stays hard and fast, our bodies clapping together, the sound of her wet pussy filling my ears. “Squeeze my cock with your cunt.”
I look down and watch her obey. Her asshole contracts and pussy squeezes and I’m seeing stars.Rubbing her tight hole with my thumb, I probe her just a little. “I want to take this hole next.”
She moans again, her breaths turning to rasps, and she detonates. “Conner!”
Once I know her climax is over, I pull out, flip her over, and dive back in. “You take my cock so well, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She rides up the bed with how hard I fuck her.
“Your body is built to take this dick.”
Her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Taylor told me I didn’t have to ask for permission to take her whenever I want, so this is the third time since we got home from the bar that I’ve been inside her glorious body. I stuck with water all night and she only had one beer. We can go all night long.
“Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth,” she says, clawing down my chest. “Holy shit, you’re an animal.”
I’ll take that as a compliment. “Ready for it?”
“Y-y-yes.”
Quickly pulling out, I jack off while she sits up and the first shot lands on her chin. The rest pulses down her throat and I’m roaring with my release. We both collapse on the bed, and I can’t get my heart rate to slow the hell down.
“Are you okay?” I ask in the dark.
“Mm hmm.” She rolls out of bed and makes her way into the bathroom. I hear the shower start and something in me stirs to life.
Fear.
Don’t ask me to explain it. I don’t know why I feel the feelings I do, nor do I have a clue how tohandle them. Which means when I walk into the bathroom and catch her stepping into the shower, I follow her like a shadow because I’m clingy. “Am I being too much?”
She’s quiet as she saturates her long hair.
I think I’m going to be sick. Iamtoo much. I’ve burned her out already. I’ve exhausted her and gotten on her nerves and—
“Not at all,” she says, looking up at me. “I’m just…”
“Worried,” we both say at the same time.
Sharing a brain wave with this woman began in high school. We’d say the same thing at the same time or do the same goofy dance at the same time or laugh in the same way at the same time. Corrine used to say we were cosmic twins. We even have a little thing we do where we wiggle our fingers together whenever we jinx. But we skip that step today.
