“That went about as well as expected,” Roberto says dryly after we help Connor remove his jacket and shirt.
Connor is sitting on a stool in the kitchen, and I move up beside him and carefully start wiping away the dried blood. I hate seeing the deep graze and my stomach sinks when I think about how things could’ve turned out so much worse. Connor’s jaw clenches as I cleanse and disinfect the wound. I can tell he’s trying not to flinch, but I know it must burn terribly.
“Never been shot before,” he says, trying to make light of the situation.
“We should’ve gone to the emergency room,” I tell him again.
“I’ll be fine,” he assures her. “It could’ve been a lot worse.” His voice turns dark, and we lock eyes.
“You stood up to my father,” I whisper. “No one has ever done that before.”
“No one lived to tell the tale, you mean,” Roberto adds grimly.
“Your father wasn’t the one who lost his mind,” Connor reminds us.
“I can’t believe Antonio did that. He could’ve accidentally hurt or killed someone I love. What if a stray bullet had hit my mother or Solana or – God, Connor, what if it wasn’t just a graze? What if you had died? I wouldn’t have been able to handle losing you.”
“They’re all okay,” Connor assures me. He reaches for my hand and pulls me between his legs. “Everyone is safe now. And I’m fine.”
When he gently lays a hand against my growing belly, I shiver. We could’ve lost so much today because Antonio turned into a loose cannon. Leaning forward, I press my lips against Connor’s and he kisses me back, hand curving around my back and drawing me closer.
“And that’s my cue to go,” Roberto says, mouth edging up in a smirk. “You kids have fun.”
I hear the front door open and close as Roberto leaves, but Connor and I continue kissing. We can’t get enough of each other, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I push my breasts against his chest and suck his tongue into my mouth.
“Trish,” he murmurs when finally come up for air, looking at me with wonder in his gorgeous blue eyes.
“I can’t believe you stormed in and rescued me,” I say. “My prince.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “I’d slay any dragon for you, cara mio. You’re mine.”
Another shiver shoots through me. “And you’re mine.”
“I’m glad we got that cleared up. When I came back and found out you’d left, it was like a knife through my heart.”
“I didn’t want to leave. But when my father threatened to kill you, I didn’t have a choice. I would never risk anything bad happening to you. I love you way too much and if saving you meant leaving then – ”
“Don’t say it. You will never have to make that kind of decision again. I will always keep you close and safe. You and our baby.”
“I need you, Connor,” I whisper.
“Good because I’m taking you to bed and I may never let you leave my bedroom again.” He sends me a crooked grin. “At least not any time soon.”
“I’m good with that,” I tell him.
“Very, very good with that.”
“I’d carry you upstairs, but… ” He glances down at his newly-bandaged arm.
“Don’t you dare. I can walk perfectly fine. You’ll be careful and take your time or I will be taking you to the hospital and I don’t care what you say.” The moment I turn around, he grabs my ass and I squeal.
“I never knew how bossy you could be.” His voice drops. “I like it.”
I arch a brow. “Oh, really? Well, maybe I’ll bring that bossiness straight to the bedroom, Mr. Mennetti.”
“I hope you do,” he murmurs, heat flaring in his gaze.
Halfway down the hall to his bedroom, we’ve managed to remove almost all our clothes, dropping them in our wake. After what happened earlier, we’re desperate to be together. I’m also very mindful of his hurt arm and once we reach the bed, I order him to lay down.
“On your back,” I direct him, shimmying out of my panties and flinging them across the room.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs, dropping back onto the mattress, his cock high and proud, reaching up toward the ceiling.
I crawl onto the bed, completely naked now, my movements slow and deliberate. Straddling his thighs, I reach for his straining cock. “You have a beautiful cock,” I murmur, curving my hands around his steel length and lightly squeezing. I begin to pump him and he groans.
“You’re going to kill me,” he rasps.
“Oh, I haven’t even begun to get started,” I warn him. Then I lower my face, wrap my lips around the engorged tip and suck him into my mouth. He curses, hips thrusting up off the mattress.
His pulsating length fills my entire mouth and I take as much of him as I can, all the way to the back of my throat. When it comes to Connor, it’s all or nothing. I don’t ever want only part of him because I’m all in.
Connor’s fingers thread through my long hair, but he doesn’t try to control my movements. Just lets me remain in control and he lightly pumps his hips, getting more vocal with every flick and suck.
“Trish, get on me. Now,” he urges, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me up. “I want to come inside you.”
I release his cock with a pop of my mouth and crawl up until my dripping center hovers above his pulsating length. Positioning myself just right, I slowly sink down, relishing the feel of his body entering and filling me to capacity. Stretching me to my limits in the most sensual way.
“Ride me, a ghra,” he encourages. His large left hand lifts to cup and massage a breast while the other one grasps my hip, fingers digging in as he lifts his lower body up, plunging the rest of the way inside me.
“Ohhh, Goddd,” I moan. Once he’s as deep as he can go, I lift my hips, alter my angle slightly, and then begin to rock. My breathing gets breathier and every time his cock hits me in that sweet spot, I whimper, grinding against him.
His fingers continue to lightly squeeze and massage my breast and his other hand moves over to find my aching, swollen bud. The moment his fingers begin their magical swirl there, I’m a goner.
Arching my back, riding him faster and harder, I drop my head as wave after wave of pleasure slams into me. The orgasm is intense and powerful, consuming not only my body, but also my very soul.