Page 78 of Mountain Pine
A breath shudders out of him. “I’ll be rough.”
“I hope so.”
“I’ll take and take.”
“I’m good at giving.”
“I won’t be able to stop.”
“Neither will I.”
“Last chance, Taylor.”
“Give me everything you’re made of.”
Conner slams into me, stealing the breath from my lungs. My nails bite into his shoulders. I’m desperate for him to move because the fullness I feel right now is going to drive me insane.
“You asked for it.” He pulls out and slams back in again. “Next time be careful what you wish for.”
I have zero regrets.
Chapter 22
Conner
Can your dick fall off from too much sex? Asking for a friend.
Taylor’s passed out in her bed. I cleaned up the breakfast she made us—that we never ate—and I feel terrible about wasting the food. Especially after I see her fridge and freezer are a little bare. She’s been feeding me often, and I think it’s time for a restock.
Why can’t our grocery store deliver like the ones in the bigger towns do? I don’t want to leave our little bubble yet, not even for food. Hell, I’m not sure I’m fit for civilization anymore. I feel like I’ve run a marathon—not just with Taylor, but with everything.
My head isn’t clear about my future; it’s just homed in on Taylor.
Not a bad thing, honestly, but I’ve got to talk with her father, and I still don’t know what that conversation should look like. I don’t want to leave Larson Landscaping, but I can’t stay stagnant either. And if I’m going to marry and have lots of babies with his daughter, I’ll need a bump in pay because Taylor deserves anything she wants, and I’ve got to be able to provide it. That’s not negotiable.
The guilt that eats my belly is this: I don’t want to be Russel Larson’s competition, but I’m ready totake on my own landscaping business. Could I stick with his long enough to take it over after he steps down? Maybe. But as much as he says he wants to retire early, he never will. I know him well enough to say with certainty that Russ would go insane if he wasn’t staying busy all the time. And he’s a control freak. There would be no stepping down and letting someone else run his business. Not even if it were his wife or daughter.
But going off on my own makes me feel like a traitor.
I’m devoted to this company, this man, and hell, this entire family. Which means I’m stuck.
“Holy big dicks, Batman.” Taylor waddles into the kitchen, dramatically bracing herself with the wall.
I’m on her in a blink. “Hey. Whoa. I got you.”
She collapses in my arms, whimpering. “You blasted my pussy apart.”
My heart falls to my feet with guilt. “Shit, Taylor, I’m so sorry.”
This little brat stands up, pats my head, and walks away.
“What the fuck?”
She fills her teakettle with water. “Relax, Con. I’m fine.”
My gaze narrows. “You can’t joke with me about that. I’m scared all the time with you.”
“Women literally push out whole ass humans from their vaginas. A dick, no matter how big and glorious, isn’t going to tear them in two.”
