Chapter 28

Alice

Months later…

“Morning, baby.”

I opened my eyes, the world bleary all around me. My arms instinctively shot out, my well-slept muscles stretching, waves of relief shooting up and down along my body. A little squeal of delight slipped out from my lips. I turned toward the direction of the voice and there was Connor, lying on his side and propped up on his taut, muscular arm, the blanket draped low over those impossibly sexy notches of his hips.

“Morning, hot stuff,” I said, moving my body toward him and planting a kiss on his full, red lips.

A little surprise awaited me as I pressed my body against his—Connor’s cock was at full attention, stone-solid and ready to be shoved into something warm and wet.

“You look like you have something on your mind,” I said, enjoying the feeling of his prick pressed against my belly.

“Mmm, just thinking about how I can’t even begin to imagine getting tired of waking up to this face,” he said.

“Such a charmer,” I said, a wave of hot emotion running through me.

I was playing it cool, but I’d be lying through my teeth if I said that a well-placed Connor Rex compliment didn’t make my stomach flutter like I was a teenager all over again.

“I’m serious,” he said. “Every day waking up with you has been a gift. Sometimes I worry that I’m still in some kind of dream, and that I’ll awaken for real, put my hand on your side of the bed and find it flat and cold.”

Now I was getting all teary-eyed. This Connor, this emotionally expressive version of him, was new and thrilling. Few things made my heart sing more than when he’d share something new like this, expose some previously-hidden vulnerability. He was the same man he’d always been, but now with a shade of maturity that fit him like one of his well-tailored suits.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I said as he moved his hand along the soft curves of my hips. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Hmm,” he said, looking away for a moment.

“OK,” I said. “There’s no way you can make a noise like that and not expect me to be curious.”

“Nah,” he said. “Some things are better left unsaid. Besides, it’s a little, ah, salty for first thing in the morning.”

I nuzzled closer to him, pressing my belly against his cock and making it clear without saying a word just what I wanted.

“I think you’d better let me be the judge of that,” I said with a sly smirk.

“Fine,” he said. “I was just thinking about while it’s very, very nice to have you lying here at my side, I can’t help but think that there’s a position I’d much rather see you in.”

“Is that so?” I asked, the words music to my ears.

“Care to let me show you?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d like more.”

Connor moved in and kissed me again, this time the kiss slow and deep. Our tongues played together, sliding along one another, the incredible taste of Connor running over my palate like a heavenly wave. And as we kissed, Connor moved his right hand down, down, along my leg. He stopped at my knee and slipped his fingers between my thighs, moving slowly and deliberately along the sensitive flesh.

By the time he reached my pussy and moved along my lips with the side of his index finger, I was shocked at just how wet I’d become. I let out a long sigh as he teased my cunt with his fingertips, spreading my lips open and dancing along my clit, each tap of pressure sending blasts of ecstasy up and along my skin.

“Oh god,” I moaned as he slipped a finger inside of me.

Connor entering me was as indescribable as it always was, but on this particular morning, I was so fucking horny that anything inside of me other than the cock pressed against my stomach was sure to be not enough. I reached down as he fingered me, wrapping my slim fingers around his girth. Connor shuddered as I touched him. I moved my index finger over his head, a smile spreading across my face as I felt just how wet and dripping he already was.

I moved my fingertip onto the small bead of cum, scooping off the end of him. My eyes locked onto Connor’s, I brought my finger up and wrapped my lips around it.

“How does it taste?” asked Connor, his voice a low purr.

“So fucking sweet.”

I wasn’t exaggerating even a bit. Connor’s cum was like ambrosia. This answer appeared to be just what Connor wanted to hear. With a keen, effortless motion, he moved his hands onto my hips and positioned me with my back down on the bed, his body between my legs and his eyes boring deep into mine. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him close. His cock grazed my lips, the sensation like nothing else. But Connor stopped short just before entering me.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You know what I want,” I replied, my hands clamping down onto the hard roundness of his ass.

“I want to hear you say it,” he said. “I want you to say it loud and fucking clear.”

I was up to the challenge.

“I want your prick, Connor Rex. I want you to take that fat cock of yours and shove it deep into my pussy, and then I want you to fuck me until I come hard.”

His narrowed eyes made it clear that I’d said the magic words. Without wasting another moment, Connor reached down, took his cock by the base, and entered me with a long, deep thrust.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I shrieked as each inch of him entered me.

I squirmed underneath him as he filled me, barely able to contain the pleasure that set each and every one of my nerves on fire with otherworldly delight. Connor let out a low moan as he put his last inch into me, a look of animal intensity painting his features.

I needed him hard and I needed him fast. But Connor, as always, moved at his own pace. This time very literally. He shifted his hips, penetrating me again and again slowly, each thrust deep and full and deliberate.

Soon, I fell into his rhythm. What had started out as intense and animalistic rutting was melting into something else, something more passionate, something that spoke true to the love between us. I pressed my hands down hard on his ass, guiding him into me time and time again, each push of his hips guiding me closer and closer to the orgasm that I’d craved since my eyes opened that morning.

Connor ducked his head down and kissed me, starting with my hard, pink nipples, licking the flesh around them as he did. Then, his thrusts still steady and deep, he moved his lips up my body, kissing along my collarbone. The sensation sent shivers over my skin, and I couldn’t help but run my hands through his thick hair as I bucked my hips, my back arching with delight.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, feeling the orgasm draw closer by the second. “Please don’t stop.”

His unceasing pace made it clear he had nothing of the sort on his mind. Soon, the pleasure became almost too much to bear.

“Baby,” I moaned. “Please—I’m gonna, ahh, ah—!”

The orgasm that flooded my body at that moment felt like a great knot untying. The sensation of almost unbearable sensual pleasure exploded from my pussy, spreading outward until every square inch of my body was alight with bliss. I writhed my hips, unable to stay still as I came.

Connor was next. With a heavy shudder he unloaded himself into me, the explosion of his prick pushing me just a little further, a little deeper into the orgasm. His face tightened and his hips plunged deep as he filled me with his seed.

Goddamn, there was nothing like it.

Moments later Connor collapsed on top of me, both of our bodies heaving and sweaty. Connor’s abs glistened with a sheen of sweat and I found myself unable to take my eye off of them.

“Well,” said Connor, finally speaking. “As lovely as the idea of staying in bed with you all day sounds, there’s a boy in the other room who’s about to wake up very hungry.”

“Message received,” I said. “Let me hop in the shower and I’ll be out to help.”

“Take your time,” said Connor, placing his hand on the flat plane of my stomach. “You know what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen.”

“It makes the food taste extra good?” I asked with a smirk.

“Take a shower, stinky,” he said, planting one last kiss on my forehead, then hopping out of bed.

I watched the bar muscles of his ass ripple as he walked to the bathroom, unable to look anywhere else. When I was done, I swooped into the bathroom, planted a kiss on his forehead, and hopped into the shower.

The last few months had been totally crazy, to say the least. Once the fallout from the Richter incident cleared, Connor and I quickly decided that a life together was exactly what we both wanted. The plans for the LA move began in earnest, and after what seemed like the blink of an eye, Connor, Hunter, and I had moved into a beachfront home in Santa Monica.

The next month was even more chaotic as Connor settled into his new job and I began the process of applying for jobs at magazines in the city. But that didn’t take long—I brought my draft of the Connor article to a local who’s-who publication and they hired me on the spot. Between work, getting the house furnished, and making sure Hunter was settling into his new school, the time had just flown by.

Time had flown by so fast, in fact, that I was only just now realizing that Connor and I were no longer fake-engaged. We were real-something else, and I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. But I didn’t want to make things even more complicated by bringing up the matter. We had plenty on our plate for now.

“Morning, Alice!” shouted Hunter from the kitchen table as I stepped into the main, open room of the two-story home.

“Morning, champ,” I said, planting a kiss on his forehead as I tightened the sash of my robe.

Connor stood facing the stove, the smell of something delicious wafting into the air.

“What’s on the menu for this morning, Chef Connor?” I asked, sliding into the seat next to Hunter and mussing his hair.

“Pancakes, pancakes, and more pancakes,” said Connor. “We’ve got the kind with bananas, we’ve got ’em plain, we’ve even got ’em with chocolate if you’re feeling extra spicy.”

“Chocolate!” shouted Hunter.

“The man knows what he wants,” said Connor.

“Takes after his father,” I said with a smile.

Connor gave me a wink as he loaded up a plate for Hunter.

“Dad, can we go to the tar pits today?” asked Hunter as he doused his cakes with rich-looking syrup.

“Sure can,” said Connor.

“Cool. Then you can give Miss Alice her surprise!”

“Whoa, what?” I asked, turning to Hunter.

But his mouth was full of pancakes—he wouldn’t be much good for explanations.

“Buddy!” shouted Connor. “Surprises aren’t surprises if you blurt them out, dude!”

“Sorry,” said Hunter, the word muffled by the food.

“OK,” I said. “I gotta know what the surprise is now.”

Connor killed the skillet and turned toward me.

“No time like the present, I suppose,” he said.

“For what?” I asked. “What’s going on?”

“Why don’t you come on out onto the balcony,” said Connor, his tone grave. “Might be better to discuss it out there. I’ll meet you there.”

With that, he headed toward the bedroom. My heart began pounding in my chest. What could he possibly want out to talk about out there? Had he decided that he was done with all of this? That moving out here together was a mistake? I supposed that I was about to find out.

I stepped out onto the balcony, letting the sweeping beach vista calm my heart. I missed New York at times, but being able to dip my toes into the surf whenever I wanted was a tradeoff that hadn’t been too bad.

Connor didn’t keep me long.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I repeated.

He stepped closer to me, a serious expression on his face. I felt my blood run cold as I prepared for the worst.

“What’s this all about?” I asked.

Connor looked away for a moment before answering.

“I’d been thinking about how I was going to say this for the last month. I’d been imagining the perfect place, the perfect time, the perfect view—all of that. But now I’m realizing that any place is perfect, as long as I’m with you.

“Alice, I love you so much that it’s sometimes hard to believe. You coming back into my life was unexpected, but I can’t imagine a greater gift. And when I think about how close I was to having lost you forever, it makes me realize how important it is that I never let you go.”

By this point, my heart felt like it was going to burst, both from the anticipation of what was next and from Connor’s words. Tears welled in my eyes.

Then, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small black box. With a casual flip, he opened the top and presented me with a gorgeous diamond ring.

“Alice Holiday, will you make me the happiest man alive? Will you marry me—for real, this time?”

I almost wanted to laugh at that last part. Instead, I threw my arms around him and pulled him close as he slipped the ring on my finger.

“Yes!” I shouted. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I planted my lips on Connor’s and we kissed long and deep.

“Gross!” came a little voice from the balcony door.

Connor and I turned and sure enough, there was Hunter, a scrunched-up expression on his little face.

“Does that mean she said ‘yes’?” he asked, his blue eyes wide in anticipation.

“Sure did,” said Connor.

“Yeah!” he shouted, running toward us and wrapping his arms around our legs.

Connor lifted Hunter up and gave him a kiss on the head.

“I love you, baby,” said Connor, taking my hand into his.

“I love you, too,” I said. “Always and forever.”

As if we didn’t have enough to worry about, now there was a wedding to plan. But I wasn’t worried. As I stood with Connor and Hunter, the three of us the family that I’d always longed for, I knew that we could do anything. And as I considered the future ahead, a sense of joyfulness came over me that was so complete I though I might not be able to handle it.

I was happy, I was in love, and I couldn’t wait for what was next.

THE END