Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
With determined effort, I start to fuck in and out of her, refusing to let myself come until she comes first.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long. She moans and whimpers with every thrust, and when she’s about to be overcome, she muffles her cries in the pillow.
Her pussy feels incredible from this angle, and the position is usually one of my favorites, but I miss seeing her face. That doesn’t stop me from coming like a freight train a few seconds later, pouring into her with a long, low groan.
We fall back asleep afterward, and don’t wake up until well after the sun rises. I wish I could take the morning off and spend it in bed with Hazel, but Conal would never go for that, for multiple reasons, so I give her a kiss and let her get ready on her own.
As soon as she leaves the room, there’s a tiny scream followed by laughter, and I can imagine that Conal has probably grabbed her for some pre-breakfast alone time.
It’ll be really good when we can all be together.
HAZEL
I squeal as Conal carries me off to the main bedroom. He wastes no time on pleasantries before pushing me up against a wall, opening my robe, and sinking to his knees in front of me.
He’s there only long enough to get me good and wet. He pulls a condom from his pocket, hastily rolls it on, and fucks me while I’m standing up.
It feels good, but it’s his urgency that makes me hotter than anything. He missed me, and I missed him, too. I cling to him as he pumps into me like a desperate man, and I quickly grow desperate myself.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to come in this position, but I do—and hard—even without him touching my clit.
His dark eyes are watching me as I return to him, studying my face like he’s never seen it before. He holds eye contact as he speeds up, rattling pictures on the wall, in a frenzy, until finally he grunts, contorts his gorgeous face, and ruts into me like a wicked, wild beast.
He’s never looked so fucking hot, and for Conal Curran, that’s saying something.
“Hi,” he says against my mouth as he comes down from his high.
“Hi.”
“I missed you.”
It shouldn’t melt my heart, but it does. “I missed you, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Still keeping me pressed against the wall, his hands under my ass, he kisses me and strokes my body, continuing to tell me all the ways he missed me—until my stomach growls. He laughs, sets me down, and we go clean up.
When we go down to breakfast, my hand tucked in his, there’s a commotion at the front entrance.
Conal releases my hand and strides ahead. “What’s going on?”
Jack breaks away from a cluster of security men and comes over to us. He starts to speak, then glances at me.
“It’s all right,” Conal says. “Go ahead.”
Jack nods. “It’s Celeste. She got past the perimeter gate somehow and was trying to get into the house.”
Peering past him through the picture windows at the front of the house, I see a slender woman with blonde hair being led away. She’s struggling, looking back at the house, saying something. I wish I could read lips.
“Does Rafe know she’s here?” Conal asks.
“No, we just intercepted her. I didn’t think he’d want to see her.”
“I’ll talk to him.”
Rafe emerges from the dining area then, followed by Bron. Jack returns to the security team as the brothers join us. I can’t see Celeste anymore.
“What was the ruckus about?” Bron asks.
Conal doesn’t beat around the bush. “Celeste was here.”
A flurry of emotions rushes over Rafe’s face. Surprise, confusion, and then what looks like baffled irritation. “Why would she come here?”
“I don’t know.”
He scowls. “Maybe her Hollywood adventure didn’t work out like she planned.”
It’s Bron who sees my inquisitive look and fills in some of the missing pieces. “Rafe and Celeste dated for a few months, until—” he spares his brother a sidelong look and an apologetic shrug before he finishes “—she left him for some Hollywood type. She wants to be an actress.”
“A Hollywood type that Alan introduced her to,” Conal says, and there’s no mistaking the bitterness in his tone.
I stare at him. “Alan? Your PR guy?” He nods. “I don’t understand.”
“One of his media contacts told him Celeste was trying to sell private information about us to the press.” Rafe’s mouth twists. “So Alan got rid of her by dangling some juicy bait, I guess.”
“How long ago was this?”
“She left a couple of months ago.”
I frown. “And has she sold any stories about you to the press since then?”
Bron shakes his head. “Alan told her he could get her a meeting with the Hollywood guy on the condition that she keep her mouth shut.”
“Oh.” I frown. “But … once she’d met with him, there would be no reason to honor that arrangement, if she really did want to sell information. Would there?”