He picked up his utensils once more. “Don’t expect an apology from me either.”
We returned to eating our dinner, the tension as heavy as it was before. All we did was make eye contact while we enjoyed our meal. There was no conversation we could possibly have to fill the silence.
So, I stared at him.
And he stared back.
I got ready for bed, then pulled back the sheets on my old bed. I hadn’t been sleeping with Conway long, but I was already used to it. He guarded me from my nightmares, kept me warm in the middle of the night, and protected me from the monsters lurking around the property.
Now I didn’t want to sleep alone.
Even though I was still angry with him, I preferred to sleep beside him than across the hallway.
My bedroom door opened, and Conway appeared in just his sweatpants. They hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V that extended from his waist. His flat stomach was chiseled with riverbeds and mounds. He was a strong man, a powerhouse of lean muscle and tanned skin. “Muse, get your ass in here.” He kept his hand on the doorknob, his presence filling the room. Then he dropped it and turned away. “Don’t make me ask you twice.” He left the bedroom and headed down the hall.
I could fight him just for the sake of it, but I didn’t want to. I was tired, and honestly, horny. Now, I was used to getting sex from him every single night. It was a routine we had, sex and then sleep. How would I be able to sleep without his come between my legs?
I left my bedroom and walked into his. He was already in bed with the sheets pulled up to his waist. He was scrolling through his phone, looking at emails right before bed. His eyes didn’t shift my way when I walked inside. He didn’t even watch me undress.
I got under the covers beside him, naked because I knew what was coming next.
He set his phone on the nightstand, then lay there, one arm behind his head with his eyes closed.
And he just kept lying there.
He didn’t crawl on top of me for sex. He didn’t try to kiss me. And he didn’t command me to get on top of him.
He did nothing.
Maybe he was still upset with me or assumed I was upset with him. I closed my eyes and stuck to my side of the bed, waiting for sleep to overtake me. But I continued to lie there without drifting off.
I couldn’t stop thinking about his sweaty chest rubbing against mine, his big cock inside me and covered with my arousal. Images flashed across my mind, and it was all I could handle. It made my body temperature rise, made my nipples harden against the sheet.
I knew he was still awake because his breathing hadn’t changed. Maybe he was waiting it out, seeing if I would crack before he would.
I didn’t care about winning or losing.
I just cared about getting laid.
I pulled the sheets back and moved on top of him, my legs straddling his hips and my pussy pressing against his hard cock.
His hands immediately went to my waist, and he grinned against my mouth when I kissed him. “I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you.”
“Stop talking.” I didn’t want his words. I wanted his kiss, that passionate embrace that made me shake all over. My spine tightened in response, and I felt my pussy clench even though he wasn’t inside me yet.
He rolled me onto my back, then positioned himself between my legs. “Tell me you want me.”
My hands ran up his back and into his hair. “You know I do.”
His arms pinned my knees back, and he pressed his thick crown inside me. He held his face above mine, his lips almost close enough to touch. “Tell me you want me all to yourself.”
I grabbed his hips and yanked him inside me, pulling that long and thick cock deep between my legs. “You’re mine, Conway. I don’t want to share.”
He growled against my mouth before he started to thrust. “Muse…”
“I can’t sleep without your come inside me.”
“Fuck.” He locked his gaze on to mine, his arousal so hot it burned me. “You’re gonna get a lot of it tonight.”
I didn’t wake up early the next morning to get to work because I went to bed so late. Conway and I had the longest session we’d ever had, our first night of make-up sex. Neither one of us apologized to the other, but we found our way back to each other.
I still wondered what he’d been doing, but he said he would tell me, so I just had to be patient.
I woke and looked out the window to see the bright sun covering the earth. The grass looked so vibrantly green, and the horses in the pasture looked beautiful under the sunlight. My eyes moved to the terrace, where I spotted Conway sitting with his breakfast. The newspaper was open in his lap as he rested his elbows on the armrests of the cast-iron chair. His coffee sat on the saucer, and his egg white omelet was half eaten.