Conley (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #8) - Frankie Love Page 0,16
little girls dream of. Like Anne of Green Gables or something.”
I smile. “My sister loved those books when we were kids.”
“You have a sister?” she asks.
“Yeah, Tammy lives in Idaho with her husband, Oscar. They love all that homesteading stuff. My nieces, Jolie and Cora, are in their twenties now. They are my only family, besides Killian and his wife.”
“I just have River. My grandma raised me, but she passed away.”
“You’ve really been doing it all on your own, haven’t you?”
“So have you. I mean, besides the Heartlands, you haven’t had help.”
I shrug. “I’d send Killian to spend the summers with his cousins growing up. Tammy always welcomed him. She was my safety net, you know? You’ve never had that, Cali. And it kills me.”
“I’m a fighter, Conley,” she says with a smile. “Sure, there were times I wished I had an easier lot in life, but then I’d look at River and know I was so lucky.”
“You want more kids?” I ask as we climb the stairs at the end of the hall to a smaller floor. It’s just got the master suite, complete with a renovated bathroom.
“I do wonder sometimes what it would be like to have a baby now. If I had a partner, a home, was financially secure.”
I chuckle. “I’m an old man, but hell, I wonder that too.”
“Really?” She licks her lips.
“Am I really so old?”
She shakes her head. “No. I think you are just right.” She runs her hands over my chest, and I draw her close, kissing her hard.
Chapter 10
Calico
We close the door to the bedroom, even though we know the house is empty. Now is the time, the moment I have been waiting for since I met Conley. When he looks at me, I see a future I never imagined for myself before. Complete. Happy. Filled with hope.
And when he looks at me…. I swear he sees it too.
“I love you,” he tells me, running his hands over my back. “I know we just met, but baby, I do.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Tears brimming. They are the exact words I have longed to hear all my life. But I’m scared. Scared of being hurt again, being left alone.
“There are no conditions on my words,” he tells me softly. “But they are true.”
I open my eyes. He rubs the tears away with his calloused thumb. “I love you too, Troy Conley.”
“Well that’s really fucking good to hear, baby,” he growls, running his hands up, under the hem of my dress, lifting it up over my shoulders. I stand before him, in nothing but a pair of panties, and I want him to rip those off, to make me his, heart, mind, body, soul. All of it.
He pushes my panties past my hips. “I want to see your pussy bare, baby.”
I unbuckle his belt, hungry, wanting. He strips quickly, his chest so chiseled, biceps ripped with muscles. His cock though… it takes my breath away like it did before. This time I am not imagining merely sucking it off — this time I am picturing it inside my pussy and I wonder how it will work.
“It’s so big.”
“All for you, Cali. All for your pleasure.”
The room is empty, but we don’t need anything beyond our skin and our sweat. He runs his hands over my bare skin, massaging my breasts, sucking my nipple nice and hard. My pussy drips for him and I take his hand, showing him how hot he makes me.
“I’m so wet for you,” I moan. “Make me come like you did last night.”
“Oh, I’ll make you come every night, understood?” I nod as his fingers press inside my cunt. He begins to finger me softly. “I need to open you up, understand? I know your tight hole needs some warming up for this.”
I take hold of his shaft, pumping it slowly, intoxicated by the feel of his fingers inside me, opening me up, making me whimper in delight.
We move to the floor, and he spreads my knees, dipping his mouth to my folds, licking me as I drip for him. His scruffy jaw tickles my inner thighs and it has me arching my back, loving the way this makes me feel. Like I am his.
He loves me.
And I love him.
Am I really so lucky to get a man like him at a time like this? When I thought I had lost it all? Running away to an unknown future?
Now, I feel grounded, held. I moan as he grinds his