“To watch your belly swell, filled with our kid? So that every fucker in Harmony Heights knows that I fucked you and I bred you and no one else can Claim you? Hell, yeah, I want that.”
I duck out from under his hold. Not sure if I want to laugh or stock up on condoms just in case, I settle on giving his shoulder a shove on my way out of the kitchen.
At least, that was my plan. Connor’s too quick for me. He catches my wrist in his hand, using his strength to tug meagainst him once more. This time, though? We’re front to front, and his mouth is right fucking there.
Next thing I know, I’m kissing him.His lips were there, and I like kissing him, and even if I’ll nibble him elsewhere after for old times’ sake, Connor can get away with a lot when I fall into the trap of kissing him.
I’m kissing him, then I’m slipping my hands under his polo, scraping my nails against his sides. Whoops. There goes the shirt. I caress his chest, flicking his nipples, then decide my hands need to be a little more filled and… yup… now I’m reaching inside of his briefs.
Connor gasps into my mouth. Still kissing me, he moves quickly, shucking his pants, then his briefs so that he’s completely naked save for the white socks he’s wearing.
Breaking our kiss, I slam my hands on his shoulders, shoving him down. I don’t have to say a word. He knows exactly what I want, and he gives it to me by dropping to the kitchen floor. He sprawls out on his back, his erection straining toward me as I look down at him, biting down on his lower lip.
Pure lust dances across his gorgeous features. “You sure you’re not ready to be a mama, sweetheart?”
I shake my head. “Not at all. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still practice.”
His lips twitch as I start to yank down my leggings, prepared to fuck him right in the middle of the kitchen because here we are, and I need to have him, and as long as he gets to call mehis, I can take him whenever I fucking want.
And, oh, do Iwant…
He blows me a kiss. I toss my panties at him.
He wads up the cotton material, sticking it in his mouth.
I pause, a questioning tilt to my head.
He removes it, showing my own underwear to me. “Make-shift gag,” he explains. “So go ahead. Have your way with me, woman. Don’t worry. No one will hear me scream.”
Of course not. We live in our own cul de sac, backed up against the woods. If I could’ve screamed after Connor first brought me here, no one would’ve heard me then. No one hears us now.
And yet… maybe there’s still a hint of the old Haven alive and well inside of me after all this time because I’m stubborn enough to take that as a challenge.
One I’d like to think I win—if, you know, we actually had neighbors. Since we don’t, every scream belongs to me, and when they’re full of pleasure, nothing like the howls that tore out of my throat so long ago… I want them.
I crave them.
Just like I crave Connor Heyward.
God fucking help me, I crave him, and I have him, and no one will ever take me away from him again.
I’d almost forgottenthat I’d told Lucy to get in touch if she needed me when, about a week or so later, I get a text from an unknown number.
There’s only one person it could be when it says:
You said, if I needed help, to reach out… and I need help desperately, Haven
There’s only one person it could be.
Lucy?
Yes.
Help me. Please. I’m at the big building downtown… the fortress, I think. I need a ride out of here where I can think without Dallas crowding me. Can you do that?
I’m on my way
There is no question about whether or not I’m going to help Lucy. To me, this isn’t just a cry for help. This is a confused, broken woman—so similar to who I was two years ago—who just learned an undeniable truth: that the Order of the Owed is full of dangerous secrets, dangerous men, and a love that can seem all-consuming at times if they choose you.
