Happily Ever After Collection - Melanie Moreland Page 0,105
gripped his shoulders as he lifted me up onto the edge of the countertop, opening my legs, and in one quick, deep thrust, plunged into me. He started moving, his pace fast, hips swiveling as he pounded me. His arms were like a vise holding me, his head dropping to my shoulder as he panted and whispered in my ear.
I wrapped my legs higher, clinging tightly as I shuddered and shattered around him, my release burning and tearing through me. I gasped his name as he stilled, his entire body locking down, and he gripped me hard, murmuring my name, his voice tender and loving.
We stayed locked together as we gradually returned to reality. I stroked the hair on the back of his head as he nuzzled the damp skin on my neck, his hands gentle and soft. Slowly, he pulled back, his warm blue eyes blinking at me. “Round one.” He grinned.
I cupped his cheek, my fingers tracing the rough stubble on his chin. “Planning round two in here, Connor?”
He leaned forward, his lips brushing mine. “We have an entire apartment to break in. Lots of rounds to go.”
“Our apartment. Ours,” I murmured against his lips.
He smiled. The smile he used only for me. One of love and warmth.
“Ours. Welcome home, Jenny.”
Chapter 7
Connor
Jenny’s grip on my hand was tight, her nervousness showing through. I squeezed her palm. “Relax, Wren. It’s gonna be fine.”
She turned her head, meeting my gaze. “What if they don’t like me?”
I laughed. “How could they not like you? You’ve spoken with my mother a hundred times, spent hours on the phone with my sister, and even got my dad emailing you on a regular basis. They already love you.”
“That’s social and fun. This is me in their home, the woman sleeping with their son.”
I frowned. “We live together, Jenny. In a committed relationship. We’re not just fucking around. They know that and are thrilled. They are going to love you even harder in person.”
“What if I’m not what they expect in real life? I mean, I know I’m entertaining and all, but…” She trailed off.
“You just be you. Jenny. They’ll love you even more.”
The plane taxied to its stop by the terminal. Jenny peeked out the window at the small airport. “Wow.”
I chuckled. “I told you this was going to be a culture shock.”
My parents lived in a small town in New Brunswick. We had moved there from Ontario when I was fifteen and my sister fourteen. She loved it—I was restless. It was a good place to spend my teens, mostly free from crime and trouble. As soon as I could, though, I returned to Toronto—only to discover I didn’t like big-city living either, which was how I ended up in the smaller town of Grimsby. It was a good compromise between the two environments, and my best decision ever—it led me to Jenny.
I was finally able to find the time to bring her home to meet my parents and sister. I had never once brought a girl home—even in my teens. They knew I was serious about Jenny. They had known it the first time I mentioned her name, and when we finally got together, they had been thrilled for me. They even supported our living together, although I knew they were more old-fashioned and would prefer us getting married.
I was working on that plan, and this was step one.
I waited until most of the passengers disembarked, then stood and grabbed our bags from the overhead bin. I held out my hand. “Ready?”
She slipped her hand into mine. “Yes.”
We walked down the steps, Jenny still in culture shock. “I had no idea planes just unloaded people on the tarmac.”
I chuckled. “The terminal is too small for big planes, and there are no gates per se. Just one going in and one going out.”
I could see my parents and my sister Carly, waiting, excited and anxious. “Brace yourself,” I warned Jenny. “The hugs are about to start.”
“Duly noted,” she said.
I was right, and they adored her. I sat in the front seat with my dad on the drive back from the airport, and Jenny was sandwiched in the back between my mom and my sister, who talked her ear off.
It was the same when we got to the house. They monopolized her. Pictures, stories, and chatting went on all day. I practically had to drag her upstairs to bed to get her alone.