CHAPTER 16
CONNER
Conner could spend the entire night just tasting Keisha’s goodness. The sound of her moans and mewls of pleasure turned him on so much, he could hammer a nail with his member.
“Conner, I’m not going to be able to wait. Please, I need to cum.” Keisha panted and squirmed. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Conner decided to give her a reprieve from his mouth by sliding his massively hard cock into her waiting body. When he was seated deep within her pulsating core, he knew the true meaning of heaven on earth.
Their bodies moved together in unison. Conner pumped in and out of her silky heat like a mad man. The feeling of her warm wet core wrapped around him was like nothing that he ever felt before. The emotions of the day, and them reconnecting, was all coming out in their love making.
“Yes, Conner! Ohhh…” Keisha screamed out her release, and Conner followed her over the cliff of bliss.
They lay in bed cuddled together silently, Keisha wrapped in Conner’s warm embrace. He twirled a finger around one of her stray curls as he thought there was no place on earth he’d rather be.
Keisha moved out of Conner’s arms and stretched. The view of all of her beautiful smooth brown skin, had him watching her intently.
“Where are you going?” Conner asked when she moved from the bed.
“Kitchen. You wore me out. I need some water.” Keisha winked at him.
Conner smiled because she had no idea that was just the warm-up. He’d planned to do much more to her before the day was over.
“I’ll get it. You get comfy, and I’ll make us a bite to eat.” Conner crawled from the bed, and slipped on a pair of basketball shorts.
“It’s like,” Keisha glanced at the clock, “four thirty in the morning. You want to eat now?” Her pretty face was covered in confusion.
Conner smiled. “I normally get up at four to work out, so this is my normal breakfast time anyway. No worries, I’ll keep it light.” Conner leaned down and kissed her lips.
Before he knew it, the kiss had turned from a sweet peck to a full on devouring of her lips. Her sweet taste was his favorite flavor in the world, and he was man enough to admit that he couldn’t get enough of her.
Conner pulled back regretfully. “If I don’t leave now, you’ll never get your water.”
Keisha’s lips formed a cute pout before she leaned back against the headboard. “Okay, but hurry back.”
Conner made his way downstairs, and into the kitchen. However, he stopped in his tracks when he felt a cool breeze hit his skin. What the hell?
Conner backtracked and made his way into the living room when he noticed the patio door was slightly ajar. His gun was in the safe upstairs, so he proceeded with caution without a weapon. He didn’t see anything, but he didn’t want to take any chances.
Conner closed the patio door and locked it. He went back upstairs to get his gun so that he could check the house, and make sure Keisha locked herself in his bedroom.
When he got back upstairs, he rushed into the room. What he saw nearly stopped his heart.
“No!” Conner screamed as he rushed forward.
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Conner didn’t think. He didn’t have time to waste. He just rushed at the attacker before Keisha could be caused any harm. His heart beat out of his chest, and his blood ran cold in his veins. The fury made him see red. He faintly heard Keisha scream, but he couldn’t make out what she said.
Dylan raised the knife over his head, and forcefully thrust it down toward Keisha. However, she rolled out of the way in the nick of time. Dylan tried to grab her, but she fell off the bed.
Just when Dylan tried to go after Keisha, Conner slammed into Dylan’s smaller body with the force of a Mack truck. “I will end you! Son-of-a-bitch!”
On contact, the knife flew under the bed as they wrestled for the upper hand. Dylan punched Conner, and he could feel the anger behind each blow that Dylan landed. However, Dylan’s punches could never compare to Conner’s. The absolute rage behind each forceful hit that Conner threw was enough to leave any man wounded.
Conner landed a body shot to Dylan’s kidneys and got the upper hand. Dylan tried to cover his head as he gasped for breath, but Conner didn’t let up. Conner landed blow after blow to Dylan’s face and body until his arms were tired.
When the red haze cleared and Conner finally stopped punching him, he saw that Dylan lay bloodied and groaning on the bedroom floor. Conner felt no sympathy what-so-ever. The deranged lunatic had broken into his home and tried to kill his girlfriend. There was no coming back from that.
Conner turned toward where Keisha fell on the other side of the bed, but she was no longer there. “Keisha!” Conner yelled as he got up and moved toward the hall, but the ensuite door opened and Keisha ran out holding a pair of scissors.
“Are you okay?” She dropped the scissors and ran toward him, throwing her arms around his waist. “I was looking for a weapon to help.”
Fat tears rolled down her beautiful face, and he felt a sense of pride. She didn’t run to hide like he wanted her to do. She went to find a weapon.
He shook his head and smiled. “I’m okay, sweetheart. Are you okay?” Conner asked. His large hands cupped her heart-shaped face, and he looked deep into her brown eyes.
Keisha shook her head. “I just can’t believe he would do this.”
“It will be fine, baby. I’ll take care of everything. You go downstairs, and call the police. I will make sure that this asshole doesn’t go anywhere.” Conner went to his bedside table, and pulled a pair of handcuffs from the drawer.
Keisha arched an eyebrow at him, and Conner winked. “We can use these later.”
Keisha pursed her lips and shook her head. “Nah. We need a new pair first.” She winked back and flounced out of the room.
Conner was happy that Keisha could joke after everything she had been through. It just made Conner fall for her that much harder. She was a strong woman that could take care of herself, and he admired her for that. However, he still had an incredibly strong urge to protect her.
Conner looked over at Dylan when his groans got louder. He still couldn’t believe that the man would try to stab Keisha. How could anyone be so filled with hate for such a sweet and caring individual? The man had to be crazy. There was no other explanation.
Conner took a deep breath and moved toward the injured man. He took the cuffs and clicked it to one of his wrists, then pulled the chain of the cuff around the leg of the bed and cuffed his other wrist. There was no way Dylan would be able to move the entire California King to get away. The way he was moaning and groaning, it didn’t look like he was capable of moving anyway.
“You better be glad I didn’t want to kill you in front of my girl, otherwise your ass would be dead.” Conner left the room because if he stayed there any longer, he surely would’ve killed him.