Page 67 of Whiskey Wednesdays
Sighing, I padded over to Connor’s dresser and started opening drawers. I found socks, underwear, and what looked like a miscellaneous drawer. Red rope and a little vibrator still in its packaging sat on top. There were other things in the drawer, but I quickly shut it.
My heart slammed in my throat as I cautiously pulled open another drawer and thanked God and Jesus when I saw only t-shirts inside. Grabbing one, I started to close the drawer when the bedroom door opened.
I yelped and spun around, using the t-shirt to shield myself. Connor stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Then he leaned back against it and grinned.
“What’re you doing?”
“Looking for something to wear since you stripped me, threw me over your shoulder, and left all my clothes in your huge-ass TV room last night.”
He straightened and walked toward me. “Drop the shirt, Bella. I already told you when you’re in this bedroom you don’t need to cover yourself up.”
My eyes narrowed, and I hugged his shirt closer. “And I already told you, you can go fuck yourself. Elodie’s out there–”
He smirked. “We’ll get to your sassy mouth in a minute. Your dad just picked her up to take her to school. Then he’s going golfing with a few of his book club buddies.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know my dad was in a book club, or that he had book club buddies. And then I thought of Dad knowing I’d spent the night here.
“Oh, God.” Heat bloomed across my cheeks. “He knows we slept together, and so does Elodie. I meant to go back to my dad’s house last night after we…”
“Slept together?” he drawled.
“Oh, shut up. I’m a bad daughter and a bad influence.”
Connor chuckled and backed me against his dresser. Then he pulled his shirt out of my hands and stepped between my legs.
“No, Bella. You were very,verygood.” He leaned in and nuzzled my hair.
“I need clothes,” I said weakly. “I should have gone back to my dad’s house last night.”
Palming my cheek, he studied me. “They know we had a 'sleepover.' And they know when you come here, you’ll be staying in my bed from now on.”
My face flushed even harder. “Connor, I can’t–”
“Bella, you can. If we’re going to be together, it’s better if we don’t try to sneak around. I don’t want Elodie or Javier, or anyone else for that matter, to question whether this is serious.”
“Well, hell,” I muttered. “I like it better when I’m the levelheaded, logical one.” He felt so good, holding me against him as he stroked my back.
He pulled back and smirked. “Don’t worry. When it comes to you, I'm not logical or levelheaded.”
We showered together, and he brought me to orgasm with his fingers and mouth, then hoisted me against the shower wall and pounded into me until he came too. I felt loose and zen-like while we made coffee and breakfast afterward.
Connor wanted to go to the arena later that morning to skate with Zeke, so I went over to my dad’s house to finish getting ready and get clean clothes.
“You need to bring your things over here,” he told me as we got into his vehicle.
“No way, it’s too early for that. What’s in the bag?”
He’d loaded a black bag into his back seat.
“My skates and shit. I want to get out on the ice this morning before the team starts practicing.”
“Do you still skate a lot?”
“It’s been a while. I miss it.”
On the way to the arena, he called the front desk and asked them to pull a pair of skates for me in my size.
When we got there, we went into the front office first to pick up the skates. I’d met the office secretary before when I got my security pass, but she frowned at me when I walked in with Connor. Valerie was probably in her late twenties, and she didn’t have a wedding or engagement ring.
