by Stella Stone
Lowering my head, I brush my lips across hers. “Upstairs, sexy girl. I’ll get rid of them and be there in a few minutes,” I murmur.
Something warm unfurls inside of me, consuming me, and I don’t know what it is, but my heart starts to race at the feeling. I like it, and I feel it when I look at Bexley.
Just the thought that she came down here when she thought I needed support, that makes me feel good, warm, almost as if I’m… loved. I’ve never felt this way before. I’m not sure if I like it, or not, I suppose only time will tell.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BEXLEY
I wait for days, and days, for Connery to explain the situation with his grandmother, and the other woman he had dinner with, but he never does. It’s the night of Tilly and Sterling’s wedding and I should be feeling exuberant.
I’m spending an evening in a beautiful blue dress—dressed up and made up—with my man at my side. I don’t feel anything but anger and heartache though. I feel less than beautiful, I feel… broken.
He doesn’t look at me with adoration as we drive home from the wedding reception. In fact, he doesn’t look at me at all.
“What are you thinking?” he barks his demand. “Still pissed I took you away from your life?”
I turn my head to the side, leaning against the headrest as I do. “I’m thinking about the fact that, I don’t know why you bought me. Why you take me out into public when you don’t even want your family to know we’re together. Why we’re even doing this, that’s what I’m thinking.” My heart cracks with each word whispered.
Connery doesn’t respond, he drives up his fancy entrance, parks his car and exits. When he’s at my side, he opens the door for me, a seeming gentleman, but I know the truth. He hides behind his mansion walls, he hides behind his computer company, he hides behind himself.
“You’d be happier if I dropped you off at your café, to serve people coffee’s and scrape by?” he asks as soon as we’re inside of the house.
I feel like I’m about to suffocate. The walls close in and I find it hard to breath. Without answering him, I storm through the house, tears falling from my eyes, as I open the back patio door and rush outside.
“Bexley,” Connery shouts behind me.
I place my hands on my knees, bending over as I try to catch my breath. Tears are falling from my eyes, uncontrollably, and I hate myself for it right now.
“I wouldn’t be, Connery. If that’s what you want, I would go back. To make you happy, I would do that,” I whisper looking up at him through watery eyes.
He shakes his head, his hands gripping my shoulders, and he gives me a shake. “That wouldn’t make me fucking happy, and you know it, sexy girl,” he growls, pulling me closer to him, as he lowers his forehead against my own.
“I can’t be a dirty secret. Please don’t make me be one,” I beg.
He lets out a breath, “Bexley,” he moans. “It’s better for you. I’m protecting you,” he insists.
“You don’t have to protect me. I’m twenty years old, Conny, I’ll be okay,” I state.
He shakes his head, lifting his face from my own. His blue eyes search my face and he lets out a breath. “I don’t want you to be okay, sexy girl. I want you to be happy, and safe,” he admits.
Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek, my eyes searching his own. “Trust me, Connery. I’m yours. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, unless you want me to. If you’re going to date other women, then send me back. I would rather be miserable without you, then miserable with you,” I admit.
Those tears in my eyes, they fall down my cheeks and I know they land on my pretty robin’s egg blue bridesmaid dress.
Connery’s fingers flex against my arms and he pulls me against his chest again. He doesn’t say a word, his lips crash against mine in a hard kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, and he fucks me with it.
I moan, unable to hold it in as I bow closer toward him. My center dampens my panties, and I press my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache between them.
CONNERY
I taste her, and I’m lost. She owns me. How I thought I could live a life hiding her behind these doors and away from my grandmother, I don’t know. My hands trail down her arms, and I move them around to grab ahold of her ass.
This dress is killing me, she’s been slowly killing me all evening, flouncing around looking pure and sweet. Looks can be deceiving, and although she is sweet, I know that she’s not pure. Picking her up I walk her over to the lounger next to the pool.
The cabana will shield most of us from prying eyes, not that I really care, however I think she might. Slowly, I lower her down to the lounger and reluctantly pull away from her mouth.
“Hands and knees, I want to fuck you in this dress, sexy girl,” I rasp against her mouth.
“Conny,” she breathes.
The husky sound of her voice goes straight to my cock. She turns over onto her knees and I watch with pure amazement as she spreads her thighs and tips her ass for me.
I grab ahold of the hem of her dress and slip it up to her waist, exposing her bare ass for me. She’s wearing a thong so I pull it down to the tops of her thighs. Crouching down behind her, I bury my face between her legs.
Her pussy is wet, and the taste floods my mouth the moment my tongue touches her pink center. She pushes back against me. My tongue finds her clit, my hands wrapping around her cheeks and spreading her to give me more room.
“Conny, oh fuck, you feel so good,” she moans.
It doesn’t take me long to bring her to the brink of orgasm. She’s pushing back against me, moaning, whimpering, and begging for more. That’s when I sit back. She makes a noise of protest but my hand slaps her ass to quiet her down.
“Do you want my cock, sexy girl?” I purr.
“Oh God, yes, please,” she whines.
I chuckle. “Offer me your cunt, Bexley,” I demand.
She bends over a little more, resting her chest on the lounger, before she reaches behind her and spreads her ass and pussy for me.
Fuck, her cunt is dripping, absolutely fucking dripping with desire. Unable to resist, I reach out and run my finger through her pink center. I swirl my wet finger around her clit and smirk when she moans.
I quickly divest myself of my suit, wishing Sterling would have had a casual wedding instead of some bullshit dress up shit. Wrapping my fingers around my pulsing hard cock, I stroke myself a few times.
“Please, Connery, please fuck me,” she moans.
Aligning my cock with her center, I quickly slam inside of her to the hilt. Her hands stay gripping her ass, holding herself open for me. My own hands grip her waist as I hold onto her. My eyes close as my head tips back, reveling in the feel of her slick heat wrapped around me.
“I’ll never give you up, Bexley,” I moan. “Never.”
I fuck her. It’s hard, relentless, and she gasps with each pump of my hips. I can feel her wetness sliding down my balls and I groan at the sensation. “I’m so close, but I can’t,” she sobs.
Sliding one of my hands around her hip, I take her clit between my fingers and I pinch it. She screams her hips bucking against mine, fucking me with as much vigor as I’m fucking her and I quickly tumble over the edge myself, filling her clenching pussy with my cum.
Releasing her clit, I continue to slide in and out of her slowly as we both attempt to catch our breaths. I can see both of our releases coating my cock and I moan.
Next time I fuck her, I’m filling her ass with my cum as well. She’s not leaving me, and I’m never giving her up.
Not ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY
BEXLEY
Connery’s warmth surrounds me and I snuggle back against his chest and hips. I feel his cock against my ass and moan.
He’s hard which doesn’t surprise me, but just the feel of his hard length against me turns me on. I feel like when I’m around him, anytime he touches me, I’m instantly turned on.
His lips brush my sho
ulder as he flexes his hips and his dick moves against me.
“Conny,” I whimper, bringing my arm up and wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck. I can feel his hair in my grip and the silky sensation of the strands feels amazing.
Connery’s hand slides from my belly up to rest across my breasts. His fingers curl around one of my breasts and he squeezes hard, his fingers plucking my nipples while his lips touch my neck.
He sucks my skin, his fingers continuing to work my breasts, tugging and plucking my nipples while my hips shift and jerk, my pussy flooding and begging for his touch.
“I need you, Conny,” I quietly beg.
He grunts, rolling away from me. I almost whine at the loss of him, but he gently guides me to straddle his hips. His hands wrap around my hips and slide up to my waist, holding onto me. His blue eyes look up at me, and I know I look like a mess with tangled hair and sleepy eyes but I don’t care.
“I’m taking the rest of you, Bexley. I’m going to own every part of you after this morning,” he rasps, his voice deep and husky from sleep.
I don’t bother asking him what he means, I already know.
Leaning forward, I brush my lips across his before I whisper. “You aren’t taking anything, Connery. I’m offering myself, all of me, freely,” I moan against his mouth.
His hand moves from my waist and slowly slides down to grab ahold of my ass, squeezing me before his fingers trail through my crack. Slowly he presses two fingers against my back entrance and massages me lightly.
Lifting my mouth from his, I look into his eyes. “Take all of me, Connery.” I demand.
He grunts, removing his hand and grabs a few things from his nightstand drawer. He places them next to us, and I don’t even have to look to know that it’s his oil and a condom.
“Crawl up here and turn around. I want you to suck my cock while I eat you, sexy girl,” he growls.
Without hesitation, I practically leap into the air and spin around. My body trembles at the thought of his mouth on me. I not only desire his touch, I crave it.
Taking him in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, I kiss the tip of his dick before I open my mouth and swallow him down. Connery’s hands wrap around my hips and he tugs my pussy against his face.
His tongue flicks my clit before he completely devours me. I try to concentrate on his cock, moving my hand up and down his length with my mouth.
I can feel my slobber coat his cock, and drip down my fingers. I know it’s covering his balls, but the more that I work him, the faster his tongue moves against me and the more his hips thrust up. He loves it, and I can’t deny that I don’t feel the exact same.
My hips jerk, and that’s when his fingers grip them, and he tugs me close, holding me against his mouth as I cry out around his cock and come.
I hold him in my mouth, unable to suck, but instead just keep him down my throat as my lower body jerks and my orgasm rolls throughout my entire body. Once I stop twitching and my body finally relaxes, he shifts me off of him.
“Come back up here, I’m not finished with you yet,” he rasps.
Looking over my shoulder, I give him a lazy smile before I turn around. Crawling back up his body, I straddle his hips again and moan when I feel his warm wet cock press against my center.
Connery lifts his hand and runs his finger along my mouth, gathering up my saliva. I lift my hand, embarrassed, and start to wipe it away when his fingers wrap around my wrist and stop my movements.
“I like you messy from my dick, sexy girl. Put your hands on my chest and lean over,” he orders.
I meet his gaze with my own, his blue eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them before and it sends a chill up my spine.
I want to give this to him, and I can’t wait to see how he looks once he’s buried deep inside of me.
I know for a fact, he’s going to be absolutely beautiful.
CONNERY
Rolling the condom down my cock, I grab the oil and pour it in my hand behind Bexley. Rubbing it up and down my shaft, I squeeze myself in anticipation of what’s to come.
Bexley is a beautiful mess, slobber all over her face, her mascara from last night still smudged beneath her eyes, and her hair a curly mess.
Squeezing some oil into my palm, I begin to massage between her cheeks. Bexley moans, pushing against my fingers. I growl, slipping them inside of her, just the tips which causes her breath to hitch.
“More,” she says, her eyes wide and focused on me.
I shake my head. “You’re going to take me inside of you, sexy girl. First my fingers, then later you’ll take my cock, but it will be you taking me inside,” I instruct.
She nods, immediately pushing back against me. I groan as her tightness wraps around my fingers. I move them inside of her as she fucks me.
Her movements are slow and hesitant at first. I know when she starts to get into it. She throws her head back as she rides my fingers and I watch in awe.
Lifting my other hand, I tug on her nipples, watching her body turn pink and her mouth part as she feels the new sensation of my fingers filling her ass.
“I need more,” she rasps.
I let out a breath. “You sure?” her eyes pop open and a small smile flashes on her lips. She lowers her face down to mine, her lips brushing my own.
“Please, I’m offering. I’m begging. I need more,” she practically demands.
Removing my fingers from her tight ass, I position my cock at her slick entrance. Guiding her down until just the head is nestled between her sweet cheeks. I can’t hold back my groan.
“Are you ready? Are you sure?” I ask, my fingers moving to grip her waist tightly.
Bexley’s golden flecked eyes meet mine, and she gives me a bright smile. “I’m ready, Connery,” she breathes as she slowly takes me inside of her.
When she’s fully seated, my entire cock being squeezed by her tight asshole she lets out a long moan. “Talk to me,” I demand as I move my hand down to her cunt.
She shifts, lifting slightly, then slides back down again. “You’re stretching me so much. I didn’t know I could feel this full, Conny,” she moans. I love it when she calls me Conny, its intimate and so fucking sexy.
Sliding two fingers into her dripping wet cunt, I apply pressure against her clit with my palm. Each shift of her hips, I match fucking her pussy with my fingers. “Yes, fill me everywhere,” she moans, her head falling back as her nails score my chest.
Bexley rides my dick, her movements speeding up as she becomes more accustom to my cock sliding in and out of her sweet back entrance.
“I’m so close,” she cries out, but she didn’t need to, I can feel her pussy fluttering against my fingers.
I know when she comes it’s going to force my own orgasm, since I’m on the goddamn edge myself. My balls draw up, and my back tingles as I close my eyes and grit my teeth.
She slams down three more times before her ass clenches tightly around my cock, her pussy does the same, and she screams. Bexley milks my orgasms from my cock. I fill the condom tip with a moan, wishing it was her ass, instead.
“Connery, I love you,” she sighs, collapsing against my chest.
I feel her tits press against me. We’re both covered in sweat and I wrap my hands around her as I shift her off of my cock.
Her words don’t cause me to break out in hives, or freeze in horror. Rather, I feel more warmth fill me and almost explode.
She loves me.
My hands slide up and down her back, but I don’t repeat the phrase. I can’t, not right now, I have some shit to do before I tell her that.
Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I hold her until her breathing evens out and she falls asleep on top of me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BEXLEY
I am so stupid. I told Connery that I loved him three days ago, and he hasn’t said a word about it. I almost hope that he didn’t hear me, but I doubt that’s the case.
He’s been
gone all day long, and it’s almost time for me to find my new naked hiding place, when the doorbell rings.
Abbi hurries past me to answer and I roll my eyes at her eagerness to act as lady of the house. Honestly, I don’t care. She can answer the door all day. I know where Connery will be tonight, and it won’t be anywhere near her.
“Bexley?” she calls out a few moments later. I see her appear in the kitchen and she has what appears to be a genuine smile on her face. “Whitaker Sullivan is here to see you,” she says.
I frown, thanking her before I hurry past her and toward the foyer. Whitaker is in the sitting room, and I dash toward an empty chair, taking a seat before I say anything.
“Whitaker?” I ask.
He lifts his eyes to me and gives me a lopsided boyish grin, but there’s something sad swimming in his eyes.
“I couldn’t get ahold of Conny. I should probably tell him first, but I didn’t want to wait,” he explains confusingly. I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue. “Your brother was found early this morning, suicide, Bex,” he explains keeping his voice soft.
Blinking at his words, I stay stoic. My brother is gone. I nod slowly. “Thank you, Whitaker. How did you know?” I breathe.
He gives me a wink, but doesn’t answer. “Want me to stay until Conny comes home?” he asks, keeping his voice low.
Shaking my head, I inhale a deep breath then exhale. “I’m good, no, it’s okay.”
He stands giving me a small wave before he reluctantly leaves.
“Everything okay?” Abbi asks, her shoulder leaning against the arched entry to the sitting room.
I nod, lifting my gaze to hers. “My brother died,” I rasp.
She walks toward me, sinking down at my side and slips her arm around my shoulder. “I’m guessing he was all you had left?” she whispers. I nod, trying to keep from crying but I can feel the tears welling up.
“Why are you being nice to me?” I whisper.
She doesn’t speak immediately, but when she does, it isn’t what I anticipate. “Connery is all I have, too. I don’t want to be his wife. I mean, I thought once that it would be nice, but we aren’t compatible. At this point, I just don’t want to lose him, as my friend and my boss,” she whispers