“Connor! You’re fucking me, Connor. OhmiGod, please don’t stop!” she wailed.
Heat flooded her sex and the muscles of her vagina clenched tightly around the throbbing hardness of Connor’s cock. Jessa’s breath caught in her throat and stars burst behind her eyelids.
Finally, with one forceful thrust Connor ended it. Jessa could’ve sworn she felt his cum spraying the inside of her vagina. The sensation snapped her into another climax, and both she and Connor rode the undulating waves of her pussy as the frenzied feeling began to subside.
Connor pressed his forehead to hers. “Look at me, Jessa.”
She couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to.
“Some other man might touch you. He might even bring you pleasure.” Connor’s voice was almost an animalistic growl. “But he will never fuck your pussy. No one but me ever will again. Understand?”
Jessa nodded. But confusion swamped her insides. If Connor and Alex didn’t do commitment, why was he so possessive?
Chapter Twelve
Connor awoke with Jessa’s sweet naked ass pressed up against his groin. His head pounded a furious staccato beat and the light seeping through his blinds seemed like a nuclear explosion.
He only vaguely remembered carrying Jessa up the stairs to the bedroom. Though Connor couldn’t recall what time it had been, he could remember Alex crashing on the living room couch afterward. Connor didn’t know how Alex had siphoned off his sexual frustration. He didn’t care, either.
Alex should’ve never opened that can of worms. He’d known how Connor felt about sharing Jessa, knew how he’d react. Why would he push the issue?
Jessa stirred beside him. A pang of tenderness hit him hard as Connor watched her hazel eyes blink experimentally before sliding shut again. A smile lifted the corners of her perfect mouth. Unable to resist, Connor brushed his fingers softly over her cheek.
Connor eased Jessa carefully away from his body and settled her on the mattress. Jessa gave a little sigh and snuggled closer to his body even as Connor slid out of bed. He didn’t want to leave her, not then, not ever. But there was something he had to do.
Alex was sprawled on the sofa with his mouth hanging open. A grin tugged unbidden at Connor’s mouth. He’d lost track of how many times Alex had spent the night on the couch after one drink too many. If the apartment had been just a little larger Connor would’ve suggested Alex move in. They’d always been more brothers than friends.
But now there was Jessa. And Connor was faced with a reality he could no longer ignore. Something about Jessa Kincaid completed Connor in a way he’d never known was possible. And not even the threat to his friendship with Alex could deter him from pursuing this newfound wonder.
Connor nudged Alex with his foot. “Hey.”
One blue eye opened and focused blearily on Connor’s face. “Fuck you.”
“C’mon. Just give me a minute to explain.”
Alex sucked in a ragged breath. “There’s really not much to explain, Connor. I get it.”
“Then I’m glad one of us does,” Connor grumbled as he sank to the floor.
“She’s good for you, Connor.”
“That’s debatable.”
“No, she is,” Alex persisted. “I’ve seen you smile more in the last week than you have in the last six years.”
“I barely know her, Alex. How can I be so…”
“Attached?”
“Affected.”
Alex considered his words carefully before speaking. “Emotion isn’t predictable. And you can never guess how you’ll react when you meet someone.”
“But that’s now. What about later?”
“Sometimes you have to take a chance that there will be a later.”
Connor rubbed a hand down his face. “Why am I taking relationship advice from a guy who hasn’t had anything but a series of one night stands since high school?”
“You aren’t like me, Connor.”
“Thank God for small favors.”
Alex gave him a cheeky grin. “You’re absolutely right. The world is too small for more than one of me.”
“I’m sorry about last night. I never should have let things get so out of hand.”
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, Connor.” Alex’s expression sobered. “I think I was trying to push you into reacting. But I was a little too drunk to do it nicely.”
They were silent for several minutes.
“How much of that do you think Jessa will remember?” Alex wanted to know.
“Enough to be angry at us?”
“I dunno. She seemed to like it pretty well.”
Connor made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat.