He meant it as a threat, but it sounded like a promise to me. A promise of more of this pleasure, if I can get him to give it to me this way every time. He wants it to be cold between us, passionless, but how can it be, when we set each other on fire every time we’re near one another?
I want more. I want more of Connor, until his promise that we’ll get bored of one another comes to fruition. And if the need to get me pregnant is what will get him to fuck me as much as I can take it—
I hope he didn’t knock me up tonight. Because I want more.
14
CONNOR
My first night with Saoirse was incredible.Tooincredible.
She’d shocked me.
I’d thought she might want pleasure, after all, we’d teased each other mercilessly during our time in London and Dublin, always just stopping short of what we both really wanted. As much as I’d tried to tell myself that I’d make it a transactional consummation, even I hadn’t been stupid enough to think that I’d definitely be able to resist enjoying taking her virginity to the fullest extent possible.
I hadn’t expected it to bethat, though. Her demands for pleasure—or the way those demands had inflamed me, teasing the part of me that enjoys a little dominance from my partner too, the way she’d insisted I pleasure her to her expectations. The way she’d insisted she could take my cock, even as I nearly split her in two.
Christ, she was tight.It’s all I can do not to fuck her again when I wake up first in the morning, my cock hard as it always is in the morning, eager for more pleasure. Saoirse is on her side facing away from me, sleeping in the panties and tank top she’d changed into after I’d let her shower first, and I can all too easily imagine spooning her from behind, easing her panties to one side and filling her with my cock.
If she was anyone else waking up in my bed the morning after, I’d have no issue indulging in a morning fuck before sending her on her merry way. But this is Saoirse—a woman I’m determined to keep a healthy distance from, reminding her at all times that she doesn’t have the power over me that she thinks she does. A woman that frightens me with how much I lust after her, and therefore, needs to be kept at arm’s length.
I force myself to get out of bed, striding to the bathroom. I have every intention of letting her sleep a little longer, then politely waking her so that we can get dressed and have breakfast. Her parents are throwing a party for us this afternoon—why, I don’t have the slightest idea, except for Graham to show off his success in finally managing to marry his daughter to one of the McGregor brothers.
On the way back to the bed, though, I catch sight of a phone on the side table lighting up.
I think it’s mine at first, and I pick it up, but a quick glance at the background tells me its not. That’s not what catches my eye, though.
It’s the message notification on the screen, reading plainlyNiall.
An unhealthy rage surges through me.The morning after, and he’s popping up on her phone? What the fuck is she doing talking to Liam’s best friend, while I’m fighting to get the table back. What the fuck—
My desire to fuck her turns abruptly into the desire to grab her and shake her until her teeth rattle, but I settle for yanking the blankets back, grabbing her shoulder and rolling her onto her back to look up at me as she jerks awake.
Wide-eyed, Saoirse scrambles back, her sleepy face snapping into focus as she gets a look at my angry expression. “Connor, what—”
“What the fuck is this?” I grind out, holding up her phone so she can see the message notification on the screen. “Why the fuck isNialltexting you?”
“I don’t know,” she manages. “But I told you, we’re friends—”
“Sure.” I throw the phone down onto the bed. “What possible reason could you have for continuing to talk toLiam’sbest friend under these circumstances? When I’ve already warned you that he’s using you—”
“He’s not,” Saoirse snaps defensively. “It has nothing to do with Liam. He’s my friend, as I’ve said, and if you—”
“Are you already fucking him?” I glare down at her, nearly shaking with anger, aware even as my voice rises that I’m acting uncharacteristically furious, that it’s too much for a simple text. That what I’m feeling is a possessive, jealous rage, one that I shouldn’t feel, if I’m going to stick to my guns about how detached our marriage will be. “Were you actually a virgin last night, Saoirse? Or was the reason that you were so quick to pant for my cock because Niall already had his up you?”
“Oh fuck you!” Saoirse snaps. “Of course I was a virgin. YouknowI was a virgin. Look.” She smooths the duvet out, pointing to the tiny, barely visible flecks of blood where she’d been last night. “Blood on the sheets is a stupid, archaic thing, because not all women bleed their first time, butIdid.”
“Maybe you just bled because you’ve never had a cock that big,” I sneer. “I imagine Niall isn’t anything to write home about.”
Her mouth opens as if to retort something, and then her features smooth. “I was a virgin last night,” she says primly. “And you know I was. You’re just being cruel, because you can’t handle the fact that you enjoyed me so much. Besides, don’t forget whatyoupromised,” Saoirse continues archly. “That we’d both be free to do what we want after I give you an heir. After last night, though—”
“Last night was about your pleasure, not mine,” I growl, the rage still burning low and hot in my gut, making me want to be cruel. To say things that even I might regret later. “From now on, princess, don’t worry. We’ll be fucking with only one thing in mind—getting you pregnant. After that, yes, you can do as you please. But not with my brother’s right hand man.”
Saoirse glares angrily at me. “Now you’re making up new rules,” she spits. “After we’ve already begun. Fine. I’ll think of some rules for you, too—”
“How did he even get your number?” I snap angrily. “When did you talk to him on the phone? Or text him—”
“Oh my fucking god!” Saoirse throws the blanket back, stalking past me to grab her bag and toss it on the bed so she can start pulling her things out. “I talked to him the night of my bachelorette party. It doesn’t matter.”