Page 45 of Playing the Player

“I get that he was a tough kid to look after, but he’s grown so much. Sure, he can still be a pain in the ass but they haven't even tried with him.” Conor doesn’t respond, but he doesn't need to. I'm just glad that he’s here. “I’m sorry again. I never wanted you to see me like that.”

“It’s okay. I thought it was kinda hot.” I snort. Literally snort, and it makes Conor laugh against me. The deep rumble of his chest vibrating through my body. “There she is.”

“How do you do that?” I ask him when our laughter dies down.

“Do what?”

“Make me forget all my problems by saying one sentence.”

“It’s one of my many talents.” I wrap my arms around him again in a silent thanks before pulling away.

“We’re gonna go over to Liv and Josh’s place. Liam said he wants to meet Isabella but I think he just wants to see Olivia.”

“Poor guy’s gonna get his heart crushed.” Conor says with a chuckle. “Mind if I come?”

“Of course you can. Liam’s still sleeping so we’ll go when he’s up.”

Noticing the extra pillow and blankets that are folded at the end of the couch, Conor asks, “Did you sleep out here?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t let him sleep out here. That’s hardly fair.”

“It’s a good job your pint sized. I would have to cut myself in half to fit on here comfortably.”

I roll my eyes as Conor wiggles his ass on the couch. “You must be sore. There’s a spring digging into my ass.”

“It’s only a few days. I'll be fine.”

“Turn around.” Conor says and I eye him suspiciously.

“Why?”

“Just do it.” He changes position so that he’s sitting sideways on the couch and spreads his legs for me to fit between them. Reluctantly, I do as he says, my back is pressed into his front, his warmth seeping through his clothes and mine, warming my skin.

He moves my long hair to one side, his warm breath fanning across the bare skin of my neck causing shivers to race down my spine. My breath gets caught in my throat but the second his big hands are on my shoulders, I release it.

He kneads at my tense muscles with expert precision. “Mmm, that feels so good.” Conor continues his hand movements over my shoulders, down my back, up my neck. When he presses deeply into the back of my head I moan. This is the closest I’ve had to sex in a long time.

“You need to stop making those sounds, Sasha.” Conor growls into my ear, the sound altering my brain chemistry. His growing erection emphasizing his words by pressing against my back, the grip he has in my hair tightening. My face heats, not from embarrassment but lust. I don’t think a shoulder massage has ever made me so horny before.

I’m so lost in the sensation of his hands to even care what kind of sounds I’m making. His fingers apply a slow, rhythmic pressure and my muscles soften under his touch. I wonder what else those skilled fingers could do. “Fuck, Conor. That feels so good.”

“Sash.” Conor groans against my neck. His hands move up and down my arms, his fingers digging into my upper arms as my body leans closer into his. He runs his nose along the bare skin of my neck causing goosebumps to spread down my arms like wildfire.

When his lips skate along the sensitive flesh underneath my ears, I relax into his touch. “Conor.” I whimper, my panties instantly flooding with wetness.

“What do you need, baby?” Conor nibbles my earlobe and I feel like I’m about to combust, rubbing my thighs together to try and ease the ache that’s begun to form.

“I, I need-” The sound of a door slamming, and loud feet padding down the tiled hallway snaps me out of whatever this is and I spring to my feet. I’m surprised I didn't pull a muscle with how fast I just moved.

Liam comes into view, eyeing me suspiciously before his gaze lands on Conor. “Oh my God. Conor Matthews is here.” I groan while Conor chuckles. “Wait, were you two having sex?”

I blanch. Conor bursts out laughing. What the fuck? “Liam!”

“What? I’m almost fifteen, Sash. I’m not a kid.”

Jesus Christ. I bury my face in my hands. Someone. Anyone. Please put me out of my misery.

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