Caught Up In You 4: The Point of No Return (Edgeplay)

Caught Up In You

 

Edgeplay: Part 4

 

Jenna McCormick

 

 

 

 

 

 
Chapter One

 
I
am in love with two men. Lucky for me they are both willing to share a bed at once. Unfortunately, I never know which of them I’ll wake up with. Will it be Connor Edge, the savvy billionaire or Connor Edge, the dark and tortured protector?

 As I lay on my side with Connor’s arm draped across my waist, I mull over the revelations of last night. It’s not every day a girl gets both a heartbreaking confession and a marriage proposal in the same conversation. Connor had been kidnaped as a child, held against his will for three years. Normal type-A business tycoon Connor had no clue as to who was behind it or where he’d been. That honor went to Connor the Dom. He’s come to the rescue, a vigilant protector, essentially a byproduct of C-PTSD. According to Connor, he’s rarely shown up unless he felt Connor 1.0 is in distress. Until he met me and then Connor 2.0—the paranoid edition—stages a comeback. And as of yesterday, he’s been unwilling to share any of his insight with either of us.

 Discovering all of this wasn’t even the most incredible moment of the night.

 Closing my eyes, I could see him as he’d knelt on the floor, his gorgeous sea blue eyes full of hope, and worry. The firelight cast shadows across his chiseled features, ominous and compelling, just like the man who took my hand in his.

 
“I know I’m broken, and I probably have no right to ask. But Bailey, I need you more than my next breath. Marry me, please.”

 
The temptation to scream
yes
at the top of my lungs and drag him to the nearest justice of the peace to do the deed was great. After all, me, the groundskeeper’s granddaughter marrying one of the wealthiest men alive, it’s like Cinderella come to life. Less the fairy godmother and the snazzy shoes.

  I couldn’t just give in, however tempting. Falling in love with Connor, both Connors, wasn’t exactly a choice but this is the rest of my life and ignoring unpleasant realities wouldn’t make it any easier. Both versions of Connor were overly protective, to the point he’d cut me off from the outside world. I’d watched enough
Lifetime
originals to know that never ended well for the heroine.

 But leaving him hanging wasn’t an option either.

 
“Connor, I do love you, don’t doubt that.”

 He’d swallowed visibly and when he spoke his voice sounded thick with emotion. “Is that a no?”

 “That’s an, I need some time. It’s been a long and emotionally exhausting day and you’ve given me a lot to think over. Let’s go to bed.”

 His face lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning. “You’ll stay the night?”

 I couldn’t help but grin back, his enthusiasm for my body bordered on ridiculous and I wouldn’t change it for anything. “Only of you promise to let me get some sleep.”

 He’d risen to his feet and tossed the covers back before holding out a hand. “I promise. I just want to hold you.”

 
His hard cock nestled against my backside, belying his claim, but he hadn’t acted on it, instead wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my hair. I slept soundly for about three hours. By that time the fire had burnt to glowing embers in the grate and eerie shadows coated the room. Or maybe it’s my own unease over what would happen come morning.

 “Baily,” Connor sighs my name, his deep voice filling me with need. Or maybe that’s the erection pressing against my backside. The arms around me tighten, holding me deeper into his warmth.

 “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” I murmur. Truthfully, I welcome the distraction from my own thoughts. My heart and my head have never been so at odds.

 “You didn’t.” He rolls his hips, pressing that thick length against my bare backside. “Well, not intentionally anyway.”

 Arching into him is pure instinct. I don’t think, just respond to the desire radiating from him like heat from the sun. Savoring his reaction to me is intrinsic. A primal growl rumbles in his chest, masculine, possessive and my sex creams for him.

 The automatic response confuses me. Here I’m worried about having Connor taking away my choices, making decisions for me, yet the more forceful he is in bed, the hotter I burn for him. Maybe I need therapy.

 One hand creeps over my hip, aiming for the juncture of my thighs and I forget everything outside the feel of him touching me so intimately. The first stroke of his rough fingertip over my wet sex lips makes me shiver and grind my ass against him.

 “I like waking up with you next to me like this. Naked, wet and ready.” His hand works inward, expertly fondling my wet flesh.

 I’m losing myself in his touch, responding on a primal level I never knew about until Connor first touched me. His cock slips into my crease, the fullness of my backside surrounding his hot length. He bucks, and I can feel him sliding there, not pressing for more than I’m willing to give, but taking every bit of pleasure he can from my body.

 Two fingers plunge inside me, filling my greedy channel. I clench around them, so close to release I can practically taste it. “Connor,” I exhale on a shuddering breath when his thumb circles my engorged clit.

 In a swift move, Connor withdraws his fingers and clamps my hips in his hands and rolls me so I am lying on top of him. My legs fall open, draping across his parted thighs. His cock pushes up, filling me from below even as his hands find my breasts, cupping the sensitive mounds.

 “Slowly,” he breathes, raising his hips to drive his stiff length into me. The angle is decadent and perfect, with the ridge of his crown bumping against my g-spot. “I want to savor this.”

 I whimper. I am so close and he knows it too, if his husky chuckle is any indication.

 Another slow, deliberate thrust makes my eyes roll back in my head. The sensations are overwhelming, cool air on my wet flesh, his hot staff stirring me. Sheer decadence, a Connor Edge specialty. “You’re killing me.”

 “No, love. I’m pleasuring you. Milking every last bit of ecstasy from this luscious body.” The pads of his thumbs graze my nipples, sending a jolt straight to my clit. My hand slides down my body, halfway to working the bundle of nerves before I think better of it.

 “Why did you stop?” Of course he picks up on my intentions.

 Despite my current position, with him wedged deeply inside me, I blush. It’s the middle of the night and he can’t see my face yet the thought of him knowing what I intended to do embarrasses me. The last thing I want is for Connor to think he’s not getting the job done. “Sorry.”

 His hand leaves my breast and finds mine, brings it to his mouth. “What for? I want you to take your pleasure. Do you know how hot that makes me?” He spreads me wider, drives deeper even as he sucks my index and middle finger between his lips.

 “Rub that sweet little clit.” Guiding my hand between my legs, he waits for me to start.

 I feel obscene, like I’m being filmed for some low budget porno flick. It’s just the two of us here though and Connor genuinely wants this. Could I really deny him when I want it too?

 “
Yesss
.” The word comes out as a hiss when my fingers accidently bump the root of his thrusting shaft.

 Connor’s dirty talk knows no shame, his pursuit of pleasure endless. “I can feel you tensing up around me. Your hot little cunt is gripping me tighter, like you want to make sure I stay in you. I can barely move. How does that feel?”

 “Incredible.” With his hardness filling me, his rough hands working my breasts and mine on my hot button all my bases are covered. I could never achieve this on my own, and would be too embarrassed to ask him for it. He knows me so well, understands my needs, my limits and just how to push me to the brink.