Mira refused to let go of her plans, despite all of the persistent and tenacious objections and arguments that Peter and Connor threw at her. “On Monday morning, I will start at Dumont Ltd and nothing that either of you say will keep me from doing so. If my dad really was involved in illegal businesses, then I will find that in the books. Or someone,” she thought about the former secretary of her father, who was now Russell’s assistant, “knows something that might not have been important back then, but could be significant now.” Suddenly, she was very nervous, so she jumped up from her chair and started to pace around the table. A thousand scenarios were playing in her head. She would find proof that her father was innocent and clear his name once and for all. She would find proof that Russell was behind her dad’s murder and be able to watch triumphantly as the police led him off in handcuffs. She… at this point, Connor interrupted her dreams.
“Mira,” he said and reached his hand out to her to stop her hectic back and forth movements, and to calm her down somewhat. “It is all very dangerous. As in ‘life threatening’ dangerous. Do you understand that? The Mafia is not just a small mob like you see in old movies. There is no such thing as honor amongst thieves. They are unscrupulous and will kill anybody who gets in the way of their profits.”
“So, you are trying to tell me that I should just go and hide until you two reveal the truth,” she summarized the situation and pushed her chin out defiantly. “You’ve had seventeen years to do exactly that.” She spread her hands out. “Where is the killer, Connor? Where is the truth?”
He closed his eyes. She almost felt sorry for him… almost. She closed off her heart, which was starting to feel some kind of tenderness towards this man. She already felt way too close to him as it was.
“Okay, let me make a suggestion,” Peter interrupted their locked gaze. “We are all a little tipsy right now and tempers are heated. Why don’t we postpone this decision to another time, like tomorrow?” He gracefully got up from his chair.
“Would you like me to call you a cab?” Connor didn’t hide his relief that Peter was leaving at all.
“Already taken care of,” Peter replied and he gave Mira a kiss on her cheek. “One of my guys is coming to get me.”
“I will walk you to the gate.” Connor ignored Mira’s questioning eyes, but she wouldn’t be shaken off that easily. She followed both men outside and was already able to hear the roaring sound of heavy motorcycles from far away. It was a cool night and she shivered slightly. Connor opened the gate just as the troop came to a stop right in front of them. Three bikers on chromed machines were sitting there, staring through their blacked-out visors at Peter, Connor, and her. For one split-second, Mira felt unbelievably vulnerable and helpless, but then the trio all took their helmets off simultaneously and they looked a lot less menacing.
“Is this an Enfield?” Connor was completely drawn to one of those motorcycles, which obviously wasn’t a new model. It was in tip top shape, but it had a vintage flair about it, something that even Mira liked.
“You can bet your hot girlfriend that she is,” the one guy said as he dismounted his bike. When sitting down, this man had seemed rather normal, but now he towered over the already tall Connor by at least a foot. He reminded Mira of a scarecrow — one that could fool you by coming alive at any minute.
“I once owned one too,” Connor then said with gleaming eyes. Obviously, he hadn’t heard the comment about Mira, or other things were more important to him right at that minute. If he were to go and stroke the seat of that bike now, it would complete the picture of a man in love.
“Richard,” scarecrow guy said and he held his hand out to Connor. “What model?”
“Connor.” They shook hands in a particularly manly way. “An Interceptor. She was a little tricky at times when she wasn’t warmed up yet, but then…”
“… she purred like a cat,” the other man finished his sentence. They were both grinning, knowingly.
“Are you ready to leave?” Unbeknown to them, Peter had taken a seat behind the fat guy with the blonde ponytail. “How about you two swap phone numbers, if you have so much to talk about. I would like to get home and go to bed.”
Connor almost looked sad to let those four men, or rather the motorbikes, go. Mira would have liked to wave them off with a white handkerchief, but unfortunately she didn’t have one handy. She turned around to Connor, who pushed the remote control for the gate into his jeans pocket. “Why don’t you go and buy one of these motorcycles? I mean, you have enough money to buy yourself a dozen of those.”
“Money isn’t everything,” he replied as he turned back towards the house. “Owning one is great and all, but finding the time to ride? That is something else.”
“Please tell me that you are not playing the wealthy-but-lonely-rich-kid card, are you? Nobody forced you to become a billionaire or trillionaire or whatever you are.”
“Get over here,” Connor said and pulled her towards him. “I get it, it was all a bit much today.”
What was he doing? Was this supposed to be a friendly hug, or did he have something else in mind by the way he grabbed her by the midriff? “Yup, that is definitely true,” she murmured, trying to ignore her pulse, which had rocketed from normal to extremely fast in one second. “I am tired and hyped up at the same time,” she said, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. She looked up. The star-filled sky she had admired earlier had again disappeared behind clouds.
“You could take a dip into the pool and swim a couple of laps before you go to bed,” he suggested. “That might tire you out enough to make you sleep until noon tomorrow.”
“And what will you do in the meantime? Manage your funds or check your emails to see if you have missed another important assignment?”
“That was my plan,” Connor confirmed. “Why are you so angry?”
She leaned back far enough, so that she didn’t have to look him in the eyes, but without letting go of him completely. “I am not.” She frowned. “I just have trouble connecting the Connor that I once knew with the tycoon,” she put a special ironic emphasis on this word, “who is standing in front of me today.”
“That big businessman, who has worked so hard to build up his empire, is not the man who stands before you right now,” he replied quietly. “Before you stands the man who…” He fell silent.
She lifted her head, challenging him, but suddenly very calm.
“Then I would like to ask this man to leave his work this once and instead go swimming with me.”
“Mira.” His voice sounded desperate.
“Yes?” Only one centimeter separated her lips from his.
“I don’t know if that is a good idea.” She could feel his breath on her mouth. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning and regret what I have done.”
“I won’t regret anything that I myself wanted,” she replied firmly.
“You make no sense, woman. You can only regret what you have done yourself, not what someone else does… and will you regret that you kissed me?”
His eyes shimmered hard and silverish in the light of the moon, which had made a quick appearance. “Never,” she replied. But instead of him kissing her there and then, as she expected him to, he lifted her into his arms and carried her through the house. At first, she thought he would take her into either of their bedrooms, but instead he walked all the way through the living room, opened the patio door with his elbow, and only let her slide out of his arms when they were halfway through the garden. She could see the smooth surface of the gleaming water in the pool, which was lit up, but still mirrored the light of the moon.
“You can still say no,” he whispered as he released her.
Mira just shook her head, suddenly too shy for words. Suzanne popped into her head. This, right here, was what she had wanted, even though she had somewhat tried to deny it: An opportunity to get close to Connor. And now that Mira was exactly at this point, she couldn’t think of anything other than that this plan would work in both directions. If he was to kiss her right now, then there was no turning back.
But Connor waited. He left this decision up to her. She had to decide how far she wanted to take things. Not because he didn’t want her. It was more than obvious that he desired her a lot. His chest moved with deep breaths and his muscles were hard and tense. However, it was his eyes that told her just how much he wanted her.
In that second, as she lifted her lips to his, he had already reacted. His hands went around her waist and pulled her towards him. Mira could feel how hard his cock was in his jeans as their bodies melted against each other. Her breasts brushed against his hard chest and she felt how her nipples hardened and started to rub against her bra. He touched his lips to hers in a way that seemed almost motionless. Mira felt how strong his mouth was compared to hers and she exhaled in surprise as he let his tongue slide across her upper and then lower lip.
Connor seemed to know that her reaction had nothing to do with reluctance of any kind, but instead was just a startled reaction to kissing someone for the very first time.
And boy was he a great kisser.
Connor played with her tongue, changing the tempo from enjoying to demanding and back again, before softly nibbling on her lower lip. Mira’s body reacted immediately and sent exciting shivers down her spine, at the same time every little nibble quickened her breathing more. His hands wandered across her back, stroking her, while her arms were wrapped around his neck, her hips pressing against his. Connor matched his slight hip thrusts with the thrusting of his tongue inside her mouth and he pressed his hands just hard enough against her backside, so that she could feel his growing desire for her. He was giving her a taste of what she could expect, once he was fully inside her, Mira thought. Her insides cramped up into a tiny ball and she could feel that her pure lust for him was starting to build. She was ready for him and almost couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her, to wrap her legs around him and pull him even deeper into her hot center.
“Slow down, gorgeous,” Connor whispered at her mouth. “We have all the time in the world. I want to enjoy every second of it.” Mira let out a suppressed moan as he moved away from her. “I want to see you naked,” he said and started to undress her. “Don’t move,” he warned her, as she tried to help him with shaking fingers.
“Please, Connor,” Mira said, and she was shocked at her breathless voice, which she hardly recognized herself. She was shocked and surprised that she wanted his body so much. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the insatiable desire she felt for this man right now as he pulled her sweatshirt over her head and then simply let it fall to the floor. It was followed by her skirt and her pantyhose. His fingertips caressed her naked thighs and Mira immediately opened her legs, wanting to feel more of him. There she stood, in just her underwear. He took a step back and looked at her for so long that she almost got nervous. “Connor,” she whispered and held her hand out to him. “You are torturing me.”
He came back to her and with just one slight move of his hand, he opened the back of her bra. Connor lowered his head and took one hard nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Simultaneously, his finger slid inside her slip. His rough fingertip, his mouth on her breast, sucking, his teeth nibbling and biting, and then his other hand on her ass — that was almost too much for her. Mira could feel her knees buckling underneath her as his finger found its way between her labia and then stopped right above her clit. For a moment she felt like she was having an out-of-body body experience: A mostly naked woman with red hair that cascaded in luscious waves over her shoulders, totally unashamed and literally demanding to be fondled by an extremely well-built man.
“What’s happening?” Connor asked as he stopped what he was doing but didn’t remove his hands from her.
“Everything,” she answered breathlessly. This was not even an exaggeration. She thought about her breasts, which she always felt were too big, about her luscious body, which was much curvier than the body of his friend at that event. She had thought that she wouldn’t be able to come this way, regardless of what his incredibly skilled hands could do to her body. Mira had thought that she could fake an orgasm, just to please his male ego. All of these thoughts went through her head in a split-second, but she was unable to put it into words.
“You are incredibly beautiful, Mira,” he said calmly and continued his rhythmic movements. “I love the way you blush when you feel me touching you.” He let his finger circle over her sensitive clitoris, so knowingly and tenderly that she could have cried real tears because she was so horny. “I love your breasts, so full and soft and so perfect in size. I love your tight ass that fits so perfectly into my hand.” His quiet voice became more and more coarse which was in direct contrast to the chaos it created inside of her. “I want to watch you as you come, beautiful. I want to hear you… hear how you enjoy my touch. Come for me, Mira. Come for me, now.”
She had no idea what was going on and what it was that pushed her over the edge — his palpable passion, his urging voice, the certainty that he was holding her — whatever it was, she came, surprisingly and in one extremely powerful orgasm. She came so hard that she saw stars flickering in front of her eyes and her legs gave way.
Connor held her as she gripped his shoulders and half cried, half moaned in ecstasy.
Watching her climax, he pulled her wet slip off her and somehow managed to get undressed without actually releasing her from his hold. One hand was always on her and Mira, who was finally able to breathe again, helped him with shaking hands. She caught her breath again when she finally saw what had been hidden under all of those layers all this time. He had muscles like a man who challenged himself every single day. His shoulders were broad, his chest muscles were taut underneath smooth skin. When she touched him, it almost felt like touching steel underneath silk. His arms were clearly defined, his biceps well-developed without being excessive. And everything else… she bashfully looked down to his hips.
It was one thing to feel his hard sex through the tough fabric of his jeans, but an entirely different thing to see it. It was large, thick, and fully erect that it almost touched his belly button. Mira had never really thought about how good or bad a penis could look in her eyes and had simply accepted it as it was. She had always attributed her level of satisfaction to the man’s skill, when determining whether it was useful or not for giving her what she needed. Until now. Connor’s penis was simply beautiful. It was straight and plump without being intimidating for its impressive size. And it felt amazing! Her hands had found their way down there all by themselves and she was now stroking his cock. His skin felt warm and silky, which made the contrast to his hardness even more exciting and sensual. She saw how Connor lowered his eyelids halfway, as her fingers stroked him up and down. She was just about to bend down to kiss it or maybe even to take it into her mouth when he lifted her up. “That’s enough,” he grumbled with a stifled voice.
“But what about you?” It was so weird to her that Connor only seemed interested in giving her pleasure, which somewhat irritated her.
His answer was one kiss, while he carried her down the steps into the pool. Mira, who had expected a sudden shock from cold water, was immediately pleased when she felt the warmth surrounding her. Of course, this pool was heated! He lowered his mouth to her ear as he let her glide into the water. “I enjoy spoiling you,” he whispered coarsely. She let herself fall backwards and looked up into the sky.
Then he sat down on one of the steps and pulled her onto his lap. No answer was necessary, Mira thought, as a restrained yelp passed her surprised lips when his hard cock entered her and pushed deep inside her. She clamped her hands onto his shoulders and looked into his eyes. They looked much darker and the usual ice blue was almost completely gone as his pupils had widened. Her hands started to explore him as they wandered across his collarbones to his chest. The muscles underneath his smooth skin were taut and hard. Her fingertips felt a scar just beneath his heart and another one on the other side underneath the first rib.
In a way he had come out just as wounded from the events surrounding her father’s murder as she had.
These thoughts disappeared immediately as Connor started to move his hips up and down. His right hand was between her shoulder blades. “Lean back,” he ordered quietly, then held her as she followed his command and slowly fell backwards. The warm water supported her just as much as Connor’s hand did. His hard cock slid in and out of her. Together with the water that surrounded her limbs, it felt as if Connor was inside and on top of her, all at the same time. Even the water seemed to follow his orders and caressed her skin, she thought, as she felt his hand flat on her stomach. The angle at which his penis penetrated her again and again, was not something Mira had ever experienced before. No man had ever been able to reach so deep inside of her nor filled her completely. The silky flesh between her legs rubbed against her clit with every single stroke and almost brought her to the brink of losing her mind. His hand on her lower belly pressed ever so gently against her, so that she would feel the pressure of his penis even better. Mira started to feel yet another set of pleasurable cramping build up inside of her. She arched her back and pressed her hips against his. “Do it again, gorgeous. Come again for me.” And that she did.
It took her a while to calm down after this one and she fell forward onto him, resting her head on his shoulder. She almost expected him to pull out and away from her, so that she could thank him for this incredibly pleasurable experience in the usual way, but that didn’t happen. He pulled his arms around her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, still remaining thick and hard, deep inside of her.
“Ready for the next round?” He playfully lifted his hips and with that he held her halfway out of the water. His eyes seemed to glow as his fingers drew hot lines on and around her breasts.
She had waited too long to answer him. Connor lifted her off him, grabbed her by the wrist and then pulled her up the steps out of the pool. The California air was cool on her skin. Her knees were weak, her nipples extremely sensitive, and her pussy was a little bit sore. Without any shame, he presented his nude back to her. The small tight ass, his muscular legs, and the broad back, where yet another group of taut muscles were playing underneath smooth skin — all of those things made Mira forget what she was thinking about. Before she knew it, Connor had led her onto the grass behind the pool, where he now pulled her down with him. The cool grass tickled her buttocks as he kneeled between her legs and then propped himself up with his arms on either side of her shoulders. Connor’s hard cock touched the inside of her legs. And then he lowered himself inside her again, millimeter by millimeter — painfully slowly. His face showed that he was concentrating fully and he almost seemed vulnerable. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly when he was finally fully submerged in her. Mira’s hips jerked slightly. She wanted to move, wanted to rub herself against him, throw her legs around him — her whole body demanded that third orgasm he had promised her.
“I can’t…” she warned him as she tried to move underneath him without success. With a precisely calculated amount of body weight, he pressed her down into the grass and held her there. Connor smiled.
“Tell me what you want.” Something sparked in his eyes, but it was so fast that she couldn’t hold onto it.
“I want you,” she whispered helplessly and closed her eyes.
“Look at me, gorgeous.” Now his voice was soft. “There is nothing you need to feel ashamed about and definitely not in front of me. You are stunning and beautiful when you come in my arms.” He seemed to feel that she had reached her limit for the day as he kissed her gently before lifting himself up again and starting to fulfill his promise to push her towards her third orgasm. The last time he had been gentle. Now, he showed her just how merciless and hardcore he could be. He tortured her and stopped twice just before she reached her orgasm and kissed her instead to prolong her way there. When Mira finally buried her fingernails into his back and almost started to scream because she could no longer take it, he didn’t stop anymore and kept moving inside of her.
He came together with her. With one powerful last stroke and a slightly subdued moan, which she appreciated very much, he poured himself into her and then he kissed her. She let her fingers trail over his now sweaty back. He moved away from her to fall next to her on the grass and pulled her into his arms.