“What are ya smiling at, Nina Amoeba, you like what ya see?”
I realise that I’ve been looking at his dick for a while now and blush when I look up to meet his sexy stare.
“You have the most beautiful dick,” I blurt out.
“Baby, shit! Fuck, I’m gonna come in my hand if you say things like that,” he continues to stroke himself with one hand, then reaches between his legs and starts to cup and squeeze his own balls with the other.
“Open your legs wider for me. I wanna see how wet you are,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, sliding my middle two fingers down from my clit and dip them inside myself. He gives out a little groan, so I pull them out and offer them up to him. He rubs his middle fingers over the head of his glistening cock and brings them up to meet mine. He puts his other hand around the back of my neck and pulls me up to straddle him, then brings his mouth to meet mine. We kiss our wet fingers between us.
“That’s us, Meebs,” he says into my ear. His breath is hot on my skin.
I’m not sure if I’m too hot, but melting or freezing while I’m on fire.
“That taste is us. Me and you. That taste is what we do to each other. That taste is want, need, lust and a love like no fucking other,” he leans back so that he can look at me as he talks. “I need you to know. Whoever that is, growing in your belly, whatever combination of genes, I’m gonna love them like my own. I don’t ever want you to be scared, worried or doubt that for a moment.”
He blows me away.
This man that has been through so much in his life.
This man that could choose any woman that’s walked this planet.
He wants me.
He wants me and everything that’s a part of me.
We make love.
Slowly.
Tenderly.
Reverently.
We make love in the bed, then we make love in the shower.
We lay talking long into the night, planning our future. A future that we will spend together, raising the child that’s now growing inside of me, and the many more we hope to create in the future.
We make love again in the morning, before packing up the few belongings we brought with us and head back to Surrey.
Thankfully there are no press at the gate when we arrive home. The interest in us has gradually died down once we agreed to both appear on a prime time chat show and tell all about our relationship. The interview will be recorded on Friday and aired Sunday night. The interview being carried out by one of the best in the business. They’re flying in from the US on Wednesday and spending the following few days living with and getting to know us.
I’m nervous as shit, but I want to do this for Conner. I want the world to see him for who he really is and not just the serial shagging rock star they think they all know.
I’m meeting Sophie at the wine bar later for belated birthday drinks. It was her birthday last weekend and I missed it, so we’re catching up tonight instead. Conner’s not happy and insisting that Matty drives me, which I have no problem with whatsoever. Shame that now that I can’t drink, that I get my very own driver.
I spot Sophie straight away when I arrive at Plonk, the wine bar across the road from our salon. I wave at the bar staff as I walk in and immediately notice the tall, skinny blonde woman that my brother and Marcus were talking to on the one and only occasion I’ve seen them in here.
I actually do a double take when I realise that she’s with Tierney, my bitch of a sister in law. We’ve never really hit it off. She’s the kind of woman my mother so desperately wishes for me to be. She doesn’t work. She spends her days lunching, beautifying, playing tennis and riding her horses. She looks down her nose at everyone, including my parents if only they could see it. She’s as boring as fuck. Her expression doesn’t change when she spots me. Well actually, it can’t. She has so much Botox and filler pumped into her face that it’s probably caused a shortage in Hollywood more than once. I nod my head in her direction but carry on walking. I don’t like her, and I most certainly don’t want to have a conversation with her.
“I was just texting to warn you the ugly sisters were here. How are you, baby chick?” Sophie asks as she stands and gives me a cuddle.
I make sure that my back is turned on the audience that I have at the bar when I sit down and tell Soph, “Pregnant, that’s how I am. Pregnant and there’s every possibility that the baby belongs to Marcus,” I watch Sophie’s shoulders physically slump as I tell her.