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He sucks gently on my neck as he slides his fingers out, and then he lifts me so I can wrap my shaking legs around his waist. His cock nudges at my opening and I suck air through my teeth as the tip pushes into my wet heat.
“You want this, Angel?” he growls.
“Yes,” I pant as I claw at his neck and push my hips against him.
With a roll of his hips, he pushes deep inside me and I moan so loudly that it echoes around the basement. He fills me so completely and I’m overwhelmed by the feelings of relief and euphoria that course around my body as the tears roll down my cheeks.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I breathe as he starts to nail me against the wall. I no longer have any defenses against him and realize I was only fooling myself thinking that I had any to begin with. He owns me completely.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, Jessie,” he groans as he continues pounding me. “It was made for my cock. I am never letting you go again. Do you understand me?”
I don’t answer him. I can’t because I am completely lost in him.
Conor sits on the floor with his back to the wall and his legs outstretched. I’m curled on his lap with his huge arms wrapped around me and I smile in contentment. My hand is on his chest and his heart hammers beneath my fingertips.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
“Better than okay, Angel.”
“Your heart is still pounding.”
“Yeah? But now it’s fuck all to do with being stuck in this basement,” he laughs softly.
“Hmm. That was pretty amazing,” I smile as I snuggle closer against his chest.
“Tell me that wasn’t a goodbye fuck?” he says, his lips pressed against my ear.
“Of course it wasn’t.”
“Come home, Jessie,” he breathes against my hair.
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“Because it’s not the same. I don’t think I could ever feel the same living there. Not after everything that happened. Everything that’s been said.”
He brushes my hair back from my face and presses a kiss against my temple. “He wants you back too.”
A sob catches in my throat. “He doesn’t, Conor. He hates me for what I did to you all.”
“No, he doesn’t. Come home and talk to him.”
“I’m not sure I can face him,” I murmur.
“Then fuck Shane. I need you back home. Aren’t I enough for you Angel?”
I press my face against his neck. “You know that you are.”
“So, come back with me?”
“Stay with me?” I counter.
We’re both saved from answering by the door swinging open, flooding the basement with light once more. “Ryan! What the hell is going on down there?” Ray shouts.
I stand up, brushing the dust from my skirt, and Conor jumps up beside me. “That stupid door closed on me,” I shout back.
Ray peers inside and then his face wrinkles in disgust. “You think you can use my bar as a motel to screw your boyfriends?” he snarls, and Conor rushes past me, running up the stairs in two seconds flat.
