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Summer

W hen I arrive at Connor’s, he’s just finishing an assignment. He closes his laptop, smiling brightly at me. “Hi, babe.”

I smile more easily than I have in days. “Hi, big guy.”

Connor puts his laptop aside and walks over to me. “So,” his eyes darken, “I might have finished something earlier than planned.”

I quirk a brow.

“So, how about I feed you?” Connor places his hands on my hips, pulling me in closer.

I lean against him. “But you have an exam next week.” I immediately regret my words, cursing myself for reminding him of that fact, but it’s only fair that I try to do what he asked of me.

“So, no sex?” Connor pouts.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “You said no sex until you were finished with your exams. It was your rule?—”

“Babe. Do you want to have sex or not?” Connor interrupts.

“I do. I really do, Con, but we made a deal, and I?—”

“Going once…” Connor’s eyes are nearly black.

I groan, craning my neck as I look up at him.

“Going twice…”

“Fuck. Yes, please!” I concede.

Connor’s mouth comes down on mine, and I open eagerly for him. I moan, tugging at his shirt. Connor breaks the kiss and pulls it off before grabbing my ass and lifting me. I plunge my fingers into his hair as he carries me to the bed.

Connor shoves my skirt up and yanks my panties off. I push at his pants in similar haste, desperate for him, for pleasure, for the closeness.

“Tell me you need me,” I moan into the kiss.

“So desperately,” Connor pants and slides his shaft against my slick pussy. I yank my shirt open, needing there to be no barriers between us. He notches the head of his cock against my opening. I’m about to pull my sports bra off when Connor thrusts inside me, obviously unwilling to wait any longer.

I arch beneath him, pleasure crashing through me. My body trembles like it’s been starved of this pleasure for years, not just for ten days. Maybe Connor was right. Perhaps this is an addiction. Connor immediately starts to thrust, not even able to savor just being inside me. I rock my hips, eagerly meeting his every thrust and welcoming him even deeper.

“Need you, babe,” he groans, his hips pistoning into me. I dig my nails into his back, clawing at him.

“Fuck. More… Gods!” Connor braces one hand on the headboard, moving harder, faster, his thrusts frantic. I slide my knees higher on his hips, opening more to him, needing him deeper. “Fuck, Connor!”

Connor moves his other hand to the headboard and shifts his legs, gaining more leverage. “Fuck, so perfect,” he groans. “So fucking tight, babe.”

My body clenches almost painfully around him, and I drop my hand to the bed, clenching the sheets. He is so deep I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin.

“Squeezing me so good. Pussy… so… wet.” Connor pants in between words, his thrusts growing impossibly more frantic.

“You going to fill me up, big guy?” I ask breathlessly, transfixed by the pleasure on his beautiful face.

“So full.” Connor moans, his neck flushing as he holds back his orgasm.

“I’m so close, Con… Fuck. So close…”

Connor slips a hand between us, brushing his thumb over my clit. Even that barest touch sends me tumbling over the edge, and I cry out as the pleasure reaches its apex. Connor gives one last brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He shouts and spills deep inside of me, his body shuddering as he finds his release.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, my entire belly clenching with my release. Connor groans and lowers himself down on top of me, pressing kisses all over my sweat-slicked face as his cock pulses inside of me. I tunnel my fingers into his hair. “Fuck, I needed that.”

Connor bites my ear. “Me too. It’s been killing me.”

“It has?” I moan.

Connor nods into my neck. “I hated it.”

“I thought you were cool with it,” I say, nuzzling my cheek against his.

Connor laughs, pulling back to look down at me. “No, babe.”

My lips twitch.

“What?”

I shake my head.

Connor bends, kissing along my shoulder. “I missed being inside you.”

“Fuck, Connor,” I moan.

Connor laughs. “What?”

“Nothing, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. I’m sorry, I know it’s been hard,” Connor says.

“It’s okay. I just wanted you to be happy.” I slide my fingers up his back, feeling him shiver when my touch brushes over where his wings appear on his back.

“You know what makes me happy?” he asks, looking down at me. “You.”

I shake my head, but my lips pull into the biggest, stupidest grin. “You’re a big mush.”

Connor playfully smothers my face in kisses. “You are, too. It’s contagious! And now you’re infected!”

I squeal, swatting at him. “Connor! Ew, stop!”

“Never!” Connor grabs my hands and moves to my neck, pressing big, smacking kisses to the sensitive line of my throat.

I wiggle beneath him, squealing in delight. “Stop!”

Connor tickles my sides, making me shriek with laughter. He stops suddenly, his gaze fastened to my face. “Perfect,” he whispers, his skin glowing.

“Sweet talker. I’m still not staying the night,” I say with a soft smile.

“Why?” Connor whines.

“Because you’ve still got an exam, and sleepovers were deemed distracting .”

“But they also help with my stress,” he counters.

“Sex is my stress relief, and I’ve not had that for ten days,” I say, and then kiss him deeply.

Connor smiles. “Then we should amend the rules slightly. Sex no less than three times a week.”

I laugh, playfully shoving him off me and climbing out of bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow, big guy.”

Connor sits up, pouting a little, his hair perfectly sex rumpled. “You’re leaving already?”

“It’s late, and we both have studying to do.”

“This sucks,” Connor groans, falling back on the bed dramatically,

I pull on my clothes and walk over to him, bending over him to kiss him deeply. “I love you.”

Connor sighs. “I love you too.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“I miss you already,” Connor says. He sits up, his face still fixed in an endearing pout.

I wink at him as I leave the room. Rafe is the only one in the living room. He has a textbook open, but I don’t think much studying is happening. I kiss his cheek as I walk past him, leaving the Morningstar House once again lighter than when I entered.