Take Back My Heart (Come Back To Me)

by Aubree Valentine

  She had hoped to seduce him, but before she could, he took a seat on the edge of her bed and patted the empty spot beside him. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? You don’t have to sell your place. We can live here. I don’t care where we live as long as we are all together under one roof.” He surveyed the boxes, noticing she had already begun packing.

  “This is what I want. It’s time for me to build some new memories. This house is all me. You were right about that. It’s not us. Your house is where we began, and it’s where I want to continue on this journey with you.”

  Watching Connor’s face light up brought a sense of joy and peace to Lauren’s battered heart. His smile was the reassurance that she needed to know she had made the right choice in listing her house and giving their relationship a true chance. She felt like she was finally ready to put the past in the past and move forward.

  Leaning into her, Connor captured her lips, with his hands resting on both sides of her face as he mumbled ‘I love you’ between kisses. “You are still the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on. Knowing that you’re pregnant with my baby makes you that much hotter,” he whispered as he guided her hand to his raging hard-on, releasing a groan when her tiny hand gently squeezed his girth. “Will you let me do this here?” he pleaded.

  A nod was her only response before he began slowly undressing her.

  His mouth covered every inch of skin he exposed as he removed every stich of her clothing. Her body responded to his touch, to his wet tongue teasing her, sending her toward the edge almost instantly. He dragged her white lace panties down her legs and tossed them over his head before latching onto her clit with his mouth, making her whole body quake as she fought the urge to scream. Grabbing on to his hair and tugging gently, she begged for more and bucked her hips against his face. His growl against her sex made her even wetter. He took pleasure in pleasing her body as he slipped two fingers inside her as his tongue continued its pleasure-filled assault.

  She could feel her body heat rising as a tingling sensation built. Her toes curled and she let out a moan before biting down on her lip as her orgasm hit her, rocking her body to the core. “Connor,” she whimpered, pleading for relief from his relentless torture.

  He ignored her plea and continued lapping up her release. His cock was painfully hard against his zipper, begging to be set free, but he couldn’t stop. Her pleasure drove his desire to give her more. “Do you understand the power you have over me?” he questioned as he blew a cool breath across her wet pussy, eliciting another groan of desire from her.

  “Need more,” Lauren begged as her body trembled. “Please, Connor.”

  “Please what, Princess?” He gave her a sexy grin as he moved off the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. His cock bobbed and wept a drop of cum as he set it free from his black boxer briefs. Lauren stayed spread out on the bed before him, wantonly eyeing his body as he gave his cock a squeeze. “Say it, Lauren. What do you want?”

  “I need you to fuck me, Connor. I need your cock inside me.”

  “Good girl.” His cocky grin grew as he worked his way up the bed, kissing her body along the way. “You’re it. The only thing that has ever mattered to me. I’ll spend the rest of my days proving it to you.” He placed a kiss on her lips as his body aligned with hers. “You deserve to be worshiped like a princess.”

  A throaty groan escaped her lips. Her body arched against his, as his dick slid inside. When the head of his cock slid in, he stilled and waited. She continued to writhe against him, trying to work his length completely inside. “Ah, fuck. YES! MORE!”

  Her begging would probably bring any man to his knees, but she wanted Connor; and damn if that didn’t make the rest of the world disappear. He and Lauren might have slipped into their own little world, however, he still had to know they were on the same page. “Lauren,” he snarled in warning as she locked her legs around him, urging him deeper. “I’ll give you anything you want, but you have to tell me you understand.”

  Lauren huffed in frustration and sat up, moving out of his reach. His cock whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth. “I hear you. I’m it for you. I don’t want this with anyone else either.” She pushed on his chest until he laid back on the bed. “Right now though, I want to ride you.”

  “Fuck,” Connor let out a sexy growl. Putting his arms behind his head, he watched her body as she gracefully hovered over him, hissing her name as she slowly worked her pussy down onto his cock, inch by painfully satisfying inch.

  She moaned as her body quivered, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and her pussy clenched around him.

  “Lauren, damn it!” He grabbed her hips and forced her downward as he thrusted upward. “Tease,” he smirked, pleased that he was finally fully seated deep within her.

  She leaned down to capture his lips as she slowly ground against him, adjusting to his size. When she started moving up and down, Connor’s eyes rolled back in his head. He worked from the bottom to meet her thrust for thrust, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She clamped down around him again, squeezing his cock and making it hard to ignore the tingling sensation that crept up into his balls.

  “Goddamn, I’m gonna come,” he groaned.

  She squeaked a reply as he reached for her nipples, giving them both a gentle tug. “Connor,” she whimpered. “Ahhh!”

  The feel of her going over the edge again, forced him to erupt insider her as her walls sucked him dry. Leaning forward, she kissed him until their positions became uncomfortable, and whimpered when he rolled them both onto their sides, making his cock slip free from between her tender folds. Pulling her close, he kissed her and whispered, “I love you, Lauren. Love you so much.”

  Her response was mumbled as her breathing evened out and she drifted off to sleep. Connor chuckled to himself. He prayed that things were finally as they should be in his world and would remain that way. Losing Lauren and Eliot again would be the end of the world for him.

  The next morning, the sound of rain pulled Lauren from a peaceful sleep. She smiled to herself, her eyes still closed as she stretched, feeling her body ache deliciously, reminding her of the night before. Connor left her sated and exhausted, providing her with a restful sleep that she had been missing during his absence.

  Her lips curved into a pout when she reached for Connor, discovering cold sheets instead. Opening her eyes and glancing at the clock on her nightstand, she let out a gasp and jumped from the bed in a panic. It was already 10:00 A.M., and Eliot should already be in school. Her body protested as she tried to rush and get dressed.

  “Oh, my gosh. You scared the shit out of me.” Lauren’s hand flew to her chest as her bedroom door popped open. Connor held a tray filled with breakfast. “No time for that. I’ve got to get Eliot to school,” she stated, pointing to the tray in his hands.

  “Princess, relax. I already took care of Eliot and got him to school. You must have really been out of it,” he smirked. “Eliot even came in and kissed you goodbye before he left. I dropped him off—on time, I might add. Have you met his teacher? Whoa.” He blew out a breath. “What’s she like straight out of middle school? Whatever happened to Mrs. Gray? Remember her and that damn cane?”

  Laughing as she climbed back into bed, Lauren shook her head and teased, “Oh stop. She’s at least eighteen…I think.”

  He raised his brows in question. “I’m not sure I believe that. Did you sleep well?” he asked, changing the subject as he climbed into bed beside her and reached for the extra cup of coffee on the tray.

  “I did, actually. I haven’t slept that well in a while. In fact, if I’m being honest, I haven’t been sleeping lately.” She took a bite of her French toast and moaned.

  Connor’s dick hardened, recalling how she’d sounded moaning his name. He fought the urged to push breakfast to the side and have his wicked way with her.

  “Thank you, by the way, for taking Eliot to school, and for breakfast,” she told him with her mouth full of
the sugary, melt in your mouth bread.

  Brushing off her praise, he gave her a lopsided grin while also trying to adjust the erection in his pants. “You slept through the alarm clock, so I figured you really needed the rest.”

  “Do you have plans for this weekend? What’s going on in your world now that you’re back?”

  “Planning a wedding.” He winked.

  Lauren playfully nudged him. “I guess we do need to pick a date, huh?”

  “Whenever you’re ready, baby. Tell me what you want and when to show up, and I’ll make it happen.”

  “Here’s a crazy question for you. Can we elope? Invite just Amy, Riley, and Bryce? Well, and Eliot and the other kids. But can we? Soon? Before I can’t travel?”

  Connor turned so that he was facing her directly and studied her for a minute. “You’re serious? Not pulling my leg?”

  Lauren shook her head ‘no’.

  “You don’t want your parents there? You know, the whole ‘Daddy walk me down the aisle thing’ and stuff?” he questioned her.

  “Nope. Been there, done that. I mean, if you want to invite our parents, I’d be all right with it, but I’m okay with it being a small ceremony.”

  “You can’t be mad at me for asking this, but why the sudden change? Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly happy about this change of heart, however, I want to make sure I’m not forcing your hand. I want you to want this.” He watched as she became momentarily lost in her thoughts.

  “I’m tired of spinning my wheels. Part of me wants to wait until this one debuts.” She ran a hand over her stomach. “But I like the idea of all of us having the same last name when he comes into the world.”

  “That reminds me. I had a little chat with Eliot this morning. He’s pretty upset about me—us—taking a break. I told him that sometimes adults need to work through things. I’ll admit, I was at a loss. I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries or contradict what you may have told him. He feels like I abandoned him.”

  “That’s my fault. Not yours. I tried to reassure him that you hadn’t forgotten about him, but I probably should have been a little less stubborn and let him talk to you the times you called. I’ll keep talking to him. I’ve mentioned all of this to his therapist too. We’ll work on it,” she promised.

  “Don’t force it. I have to earn back his trust, and I will. It will have to be on his terms though. I still want to adopt him and make him legally my son. His mistrust doesn’t change how much I’ve grown to care about him, but we’ll wait until he’s ready. Besides, I can’t petition the court to proceed with the adoption until we’re married.”

  Lauren smiled, the walls around her heart crumbling a little more. Less than twenty-four hours had passed and Connor was already firmly re-inserting himself back into their lives. Proving again that he wasn’t going anywhere. For once in her life, she vowed to trust her heart, and to trust Connor—completely.

  Being Connor’s wife would bring her the happiness she craved—even if it had taken them nearly fifteen years to finally make it happen.

  “Find out Bryce’s schedule. Maybe we can work some magic and say our vows before he has to deploy again.” She laid her head on his shoulder and reached for his hand. “Let’s plan a wedding.”

  Lauren decided Connor was a miracle worker, because he did the impossible. In a matter of three days, he managed to pull together a wedding for her…for them.

  Once they’d announced their crazy idea, their friends and family rallied around them, pulling out all the stops to make things happen. Bryce called in a favor to a friend who was an ordained minister. Amy took Lauren shopping and they managed to find a simple white dress that flowed all the way to the ground, hugging her in all the right places. The guys all settled on khakis and button up shirts for the occasion. Riley called in favor to a travel agent and managed to find a condo that was available for a few days just off the beaches of Maui.

  Lauren’s parents couldn’t make the trip, but sent their well wishes and took care of the flower arrangements with a local florist. Connor’s dad sent a wedding gift, however, his mother refused to acknowledge their invitation. It stung, but Connor was not the least bit surprised since their relationship remained in a precarious state after he left New York.

  Eliot had the honor of giving Lauren away. Connor and Lauren both worried about his reaction to the idea of them getting married, but the cold shoulder he’d been giving Connor had already begun to thaw. Lauren suspected the wedding helped Eliot understand and accept Connor’s presence in their lives and, at the same time, gave him the reassurance that Connor wouldn’t be leaving them again.

  Bryce slapped Connor on the back as Lauren came into view at the top of the short make shift aisle in the sand. “You finally did it. I’m happy for you, man.”

  Connor choked back his emotions and nodded before wiping a lone tear that rolled down his cheek. Lauren looked breathtaking, like a dream come true. His dream come true.

  The ceremony was short and sweet, completely opposite of their journey to the altar, but they wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. As they shared traditional vows with one another, Lauren began to feel lighter and more at peace. She could honestly say that she felt like things were finally falling into place.

  Connor had reserved a small area out on the patio of a local restaurant for their intimate reception, where they enjoyed their meals and a view of the ocean. It was simple, yet perfect. Their first dance took place under the stars while the restaurant speakers played “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri. Amy stood by with her camera in hand capturing every moment.

  As the song faded into the background, Connor bent down and whispered in her ear. “Do you think they’ll notice if we disappear?”

  Lauren leaned against his chest to hide her smile and the blush that began creeping up her face. “Maybe. But I’m thinking I don’t care if they do,” she whispered back.

  “Let’s get out of here then.” Connor waved at Bryce and Riley as he led Lauren toward the exit.

  He had debated hiring a limo for the evening, but had settled on car service instead. As they stepped outside, a black Lincoln Town Car waited, ready to take them back to their room for the night—just the way Connor planned it.

  “Connor, this place is gorgeous,” Lauren gasped as Connor swept her in his arms to carry her over the threshold.

  “I figured we should at least have our wedding night to ourselves.” He winked, laying her down on the bed gently.

  It was a far cry from the honeymoon Connor wished he could have taken her on, but he promised that as soon as the baby was born and she was ready, they’d make up for it.

  “Today couldn’t have been more perfect. Thank you for everything.” Lauren gazed up at Connor with tears in her eyes.

  “I’ve enjoyed every minute so far.” He traced a finger along her collar bone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

  “Can you get me out of this dress?” Lauren pleaded.

  “Your wish is my command, Princess.” Reaching for her waist, he pulled her in front of him. Moving slowly from her waist up her back, his hands lingered on her zipper for the briefest of moments as he pressed a series of kisses along her neck.

  Her breath quickened, and she could not suppress a moan. Between his lips on her body and the feel of his fingers working to undress her, she was in heaven. The sound of the zipper coming down could barely be heard over their heart beats.

  Once the zipper stopped, Connor let go of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Overwhelmed at the beauty before him, he muttered with a voice laced with desire, “Fuck me.” His cock felt like it was about to chisel its way out of his pants if he didn’t set it free soon.

  Lauren spun around slowly and met his gaze, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed hard. “That was indeed the plan, husband.”

  “Princess,” a whisper, a plea, escaped.

  She kissed his lips hastily, reaching
for the buttons on his shirt. Her hands slid up his chest to his shoulders. In a split second, his shirt joined her dress on the floor. He let out a hiss as her hands made their way back down his stomach to below his navel to tug at his belt. Her hands quickly worked the zipper on his pants and then slid into the waistband of his boxers to urge everything down his strong legs.

  He freed himself from the pile at his feet while her hands wrapped around his cock. “Damn,” Connor grumbled with his hands on her shoulders, leading her backwards.

  “I need you.” Lauren wiggled beneath him as she gently laid back on the bed and he climbed between her open legs. “I wanted to take this slow, but I—I—I…” she fumbled over her words as Conner latched onto her nipple with his mouth. His hand slid between her legs, creating a rhythm that had her begging for more. "Conner, please. I need you inside me." Her body arched off the bed with pleasure.

  He released her nipple and made his way to her other breast as he positioned his cock at her entrance. Lauren rubbed against him, trying desperately to impale herself on his cock. Each time she came close, he would move back slightly, just out of her reach. It became a game of cat and mouse, and he chuckled with enjoyment as he prolonged her torture.

  “Damn it, Connor,” she squealed as he reached between them and pinched her clit. “Fuck.”

  He loved seeing this version of Lauren. The one where she let herself go and let him take complete control. Seeing her face flushed with desire, the way her eyes rolled back in her head, and the way she arched against him, drove him wild.

  Giving into her pleas, he sank inside her with a groan, “Goddamn.”

  Soft whispers filled the room, as their harsh breaths moans echoed off the walls.

  “Princess, I love you so much,” he growled as he continued his sweet torture on her body, thrust after thrust.

  She tried to pull him closer, but her belly made it impossible. Connor flipped them both on their sides, pulling her back to his chest, entering her from behind. His hands wrapped around her to hold her close.