Page 36 of Was I Ever Real


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I know it.

He knows it.

“Fine,” I spit out.

“A deal then?”

I nod.

Silence falls between us. The soft chirp of a cricket nearby is the only soul brave enough to make a sound right now. Connor slowly stands up, stepping towards me, leaning down close to my face.

“No kissing.”

He chuckles darkly. “Not my intention, darling.”

He doesn’t say another word, taking a long drag instead, his thumb curling around my chin pulling my mouth slightly open. His lips are so close to mine, I can feel the tickle of his mustache on my skin. Then he exhales and I taste the marijuana smoke filling my mouth. My eyes fall closed, inhaling deeply, the intimacy of what he just did leaving me somewhat lightheaded. My body tingles with the high making its way down my body, still feeling his breath fanning across my cheek.

He looms over me like a dark entity trying to possess me when I feel his hand find my inner thighs. I try not to dwell on how easily I open my legs for him. His fingers push aside my thong and I swallow back a moan, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. He finds me wanton, my clit already so sensitive and swollen that my eyes roll back in pleasure and I hope—no pray—that Connor doesn’t see me do so.

His voice finds the shell of my ear, piercing the silence already so heady between us.

“Tell me you hate me.”

I focus back on his face, his black eyes staring at me.

“I hate you.” The last word falls sharply out of my mouth followed by a hard gasp, as two fingers slide deep inside me at the very same time.

“Fuck,” he groans and my legs widen at the sound. “Look how wet my wife is for me.”

A flash of frustration slices through me hearing him use that word so freely but it’s simultaneously paired with a heat that burns so hot I think I might suffocate.

“Shut up and make me come,” I breathe out. I was already so close before he caught me that I know this won’t take long. He chuckles devilishly, slowly resting on his haunches, his fingers curling inside of me and I can’t help but to moan out loud.

Connor’s other hand wraps around my throat, his fingers splayed around my jaw.

“Look at me,” he growls, and my eyes slam into his.

The fire I find in his gaze, paired with his thumb circling my clit just hard enough to feel greater than anything on this godforsaken earth, effectively unravels me. I grind myself on him, faster and faster, chasing what I now realize might be the best climax I’ve ever had. The devious curl of his lips lets me know how much he’s enjoying seeing me realize just that.

“Look at you, so sublime, fucking my hand,” he whispers, his gaze never leaving mine. “That’s it, Lenix. Come all over my fingers.”

My eyes widen in what I can only describe as pure shock, my pussy clenching around his fingers while my entire body detonates.

My mouth falls open on a near-silent whimper and the satisfaction in Connor’s eyes somehow makes me come even harder, his fingers pumping in and out of me, following me through the aftershock of what he just did to my body. What he justsaidto me.

Everything about this feels wrong.

But also, nothing has ever felt thisgood.

As my soul settles back into my body, I quickly try to break the spell of whatever the hell just happened between us. I need the upper hand before I lose myself entirely. Pushing his arm away, I stand up, and distance myself from Connor. He does the same, his hands falling back to his sides, where they belong. Still, I feel the ghost of his touch on me and something tells me it will linger on my skin long after I storm out of here.

“Move,” I say while smoothing out my dress.

Connor says nothing, but steps back, closer to the pool. His smirk never leaves his lips.

And I’m suddenly growing heated for very different reasons.

“See what happens when you behave?” he drawls.

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