Page 92 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

“Jesus christ, I love it when you beg for me. Where do you want me to come? I’m close.”

“Come inside me.”

Connor stops fucking me instantly. “What? Doll, we haven’t talked about kids or anything,” he says, softly, but not afraid. My heart warms and I know I made the right decision.

“I got an IUD placed four days ago,” I admit. We’ve been so exhausted from wedding preparations and ranch work, we’ve barely had time to kiss let alone fuck. His eyes search mine, waiting for more explanation, dick still hard inside me.

“It’s copper, so it’s effective immediately. It’s good for ten years, but if we ever decide we want kids, I can get it taken out.”

“Did it hurt?” he asks, combing my sweat drenched hair from my forehead.

I don’t want to upset him, but I’ll never lie to him. “It did—badly.”

He tries to pull out, but I grab his ass keeping him inside me.

“It hurt for a couple of minutes, but now I don’t feel anything at all. I promise. I got it because I want all of you. I want you to come inside me,” I confess.

“You’re so brave, doll. I never would’ve asked you to do that. You’re giving me a gift and I want you to know how amazed I am by you.” He kisses me deeply, his thrusts resuming in a slow, sensual drag.

We move as one, his hips snapping faster until sweat beads on his brow.

“I’m getting close again,” I whine. Connor tilts his hips and the head of his cock hits that magical place that sets me on fire.

“Come for me, fuck, I can’t hold it. COME!” he snaps.

A few more pumps and I fall off the cliff into a slow thrumming orgasm, Connor’s hot seed filling me until we’re spent.

He collapses on top of me, and I rub my hands across his sweat covered back, kissing his neck reverently.

“I love you so much,” I say between kisses.

“You have no idea how much I love you, doll,” he says into my shoulder.

We lay in bliss for a few moments until his weight becomes too much for me. He rolls off and scoops me into his arms. He walks us to the enormous en suite and I reach to turn on the shower.

We wash off the wedding, sex, and sweat with lazy hands and indulgent kisses. I feel guilty for missing the end of the wedding reception, but only for a moment—because as Connor wraps his naked body around mine beneath the covers, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

41

Shit. It’s barely past lunch and Delilah’s already growing suspicious of my odd behavior. I had to silence my phone because CJ’s incessantly texting me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m eternally grateful for his help. But would it kill him to type a paragraph before hitting send, instead of sending me thirty small texts to get the point across?

I’ve “had to use the bathroom” several times already. The group either thinks I have a horrific stomach issue, or an online gambling problem.

I’m returning from one such disappearance when I collide with James, coming out of a bedroom that definitely isn’t his. Delilah and I clocked them weeks ago and I’m ready to have a little fun.

“Hey man. What’re you doing?” I block his escape route, leaning against the wall.

“Uh…nothing…I mean, I came back here to grab a jacket for Harper,” he lies.

I know for a fact Harper’s building a snowman down by the lake with Mr. and Mrs. Andersen, and she was bundled up within an inch of her life.

“Oh yea? Where’s the jacket?” I motion to his empty hands.

“Shit. I’d forget my ass if it wasn’t attached to me,” he says but makes no move to go back into the room to get the jacket. Liv must still be in there and he’s covering for her.

“I can grab it if you want.” I move to walk around him, and he practically shoves me to prevent me from going into Liv and Harper’s suite.

“Naw, I’ve got it. Did, uh, Iz find you? She was looking for you a bit ago,” he fumbles.