The O'Conners: A Made for Love Novella (2 page)

“Um, I
’
m sorry, mom,
”
I finally manage.
“
It
’
s been such a long day. I
’
m just having a hard time focusing right now. Could we talk about this in the morning?
”

“Yes. Alright. I suppose that
’
s fine. Don
’
t forget, brunch starts at
—”

“Ten thirty,
”
Grayson cuts in with a smile, taking hold of my hand once more.
“
We
’
ll be there.
”

“Well, I
’
m glad to know
someone
is listening to me.
”

My husband chuckles again, resting a hand on mom
’
s shoulder before bending to kiss her cheek.
“
Goodnight, mom.
”

I inadvertently squeeze his hand, my heart swelling at the sound of his endearment. It
’
s been almost a year since he married into my family. Almost a year since he
’
s been adopted by parents who love, cherish, and accept him for the wonderful man that he is. I cannot express how happy it makes me that I get to share every single bit of my life with him
—
including my family. He deserves to be loved so much more than his parents ever expressed.

“See to it that our girl gets some rest. We
’
ve clearly exhausted her today,
”
my mother says, interrupting my thoughts as she plants a kiss on my cheek.

This time, Grayson squeezes
my
hand. Tingles surge through my entire body as he begins to guide me out of the reception hall. Anticipation robs me of my breath. Knowing that we
’
re only an elevator ride away from privacy has me ignoring my tired feet as I try and keep up with my man
’
s long strides. Neither of us speaks a word while we wait for an elevator. As soon as the bell sounds, announcing our ride has arrived, I rush in and hit the button for the fourth floor.

“Sonny, you
’
re such a
—”
I start to playfully admonish him for teasing me, but then I turn and get a good look at him. His hooded eyes scour my face as he eliminates the space between us. He doesn
’
t touch me, but heat spreads from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet as I suck in a sharp breath.

Even in my four inch heels, he towers over me. As I stare longingly at him, aching to touch him, I can
’
t decide where I want my hands to go first. The dark auburn waves I love so much were freshly cut for today
’
s occasion. It
’
s just long enough for me to grip hold of.

My face burns in remembrance of the last time I tested its length.

His mane isn
’
t the only part of him that interests me, though. His broad shoulders and strong arms test the limits of his clothes and my hands are itching to strip him until he is bare. He hasn
’
t played college football in a year and a half, but he hasn
’
t changed a bit. He
’
s still made up of defined lines and irresistible muscle that makes me want to
—

“You
’
re thinking naughty thoughts,
”
he murmurs, his voice deep and filled with lust.

I don
’
t ask him how he knows. I don
’
t have to. My blush gives me away
every time
.  As if he can read my mind, he lowers his lips to brush a soft kiss against my cheek. He barely touches me, but that
’
s all it takes. I can
’
t hold it in anymore. I want him! I grab two fistfuls of his shirt and pull him close, crashing my mouth against his.

My girl plunges her tongue into my mouth, unapologetically taking what she wants
—
what she
needs
—
and my erection strains against the confines of my fitted suit pants. I
’
ve lured her exactly where I want her. With one simple touch, I
’
ve made her impatient for me. I love it when she
’
s hungry for more. Better yet, when I tease her until she can
’
t stand it any longer and she
begs
for me to have my way with her. Tonight, I will take her there. I promised her earlier that I intended to worship every inch of her body, and so I will
—
until she is trembling with want.

When the elevator announces our arrival, I pull away from her abruptly. She gasps, still clinging to my shirt, and a smirk pulls at my lips.
“
I promised mom I
’
d let you get some rest,
”
I quip.

Using me as leverage, she pulls herself against me even tighter. Now, my hardened length is pressed firmly against her stomach.
“
Take me to bed, my love.
”

Damn. This woman is mine. After all this time, it still blows my mind. I
’
m, without a doubt, the luckiest bastard on the planet.

In one swift motion, I bend down and scoop her up into my arms, cradling her against my chest. My Shorty clings to me and I waste no time getting us down the hall and into our room. I kick the door shut with my foot just as Avery claims my mouth once more. She can have it. It belongs to her. I tell her as much as I deepen the kiss. She moans in response and I feel myself grow harder. She excites me like no one ever has before.

I set her down next to the bed and she immediately turns her back to me. I stifle my amusement at her impatience and kiss her bare shoulder instead.
“
Sonny,
”
she sighs.
“
Could you please
—”
She sucks in a sharp breath as I trace the tip of my tongue across her skin and up the side of her neck.

“Let your hair down, sweetheart,
”
I instruct, whispering into her ear.
“
Then
I
’
ll help you out of your dress.
”

She nods and immediately starts pulling out pins, sending her glossy, black mane down her back. As she works to complete her task, I unfasten the tie from around my neck and begin loosening buttons down my shirt. Just as I rid myself of the garment, leaving me in my undershirt, she looks at me from over her shoulder
. Her task complete, she gathers her hair to one side and waits patiently. 

As promised, I unzip her dress. It slides off of her effortlessly, leaving her standing in a pool of pale blue fabric. She
’
s not wearing a bra, so her body is bare except for the lacy panties that are cut to accentuate her flawless backside. When she turns to face me, I
’
m vaguely aware that my breathing has turned ragged. She
’
s as gorgeous as ever
—
my wife, my lover, my very best friend. She slays me. Every part of me
—
my heart, my body, my soul
—
she owns.

Without a word, she begins to undress me. She pushes my tank up as high as she can reach and I pull it over my head before discarding it on the floor. I watch her as she unfastens my belt and decisively pulls down my pants and my briefs, freeing my aching cock. Standing to her full height, she peppers my chest with kisses as I step out of my pants, shoes, and socks. She squeals and giggles when I take hold of the back of her thighs, just below her butt, and hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as she grabs onto my shoulders.

“My shoes,
”
she murmurs as I lay her across the bed.

“I want them on,
”
I reply with a grin and a wink.

“Okay,
”
she says sweetly.
“
Just don
’
t rip my panties. I really like these ones.
”

My grin turns wicked and I chuckle before planting a quick kiss against her lips.
“
No promises.
”

“Sonny, I mean it. I
—”

Seeking to distract her, I close my mouth around one of her hardened nipples. I cover her other perfect, petite breast with my hand, gently squeezing what is mine. She arches her back, all words forgotten as she buries her fingers in my hair, signaling for me to continue. I suck, nibble, and lick to my heart
’
s content before showing the same amount of attention to her other side.

We neglected to turn the light on when we came in. The moon shining through the window is the only thing illuminating the room. Yet, even in the dim natural light, I know my girl is blushing. As I leave a trail of wet kisses up her chest and along her neck, I can feel the added heat of her skin brought on by her excitement. She turns her head, reaching for my mouth with her own, but I deny her
—
grazing my lips across her cheek before making my way back down her body. She whimpers her disappointment and I playfully pinch her side. She squirms and breathes an airy laugh.

I continue to shower her with kisses, down one leg and then up the other, before I encourage her to turn onto her stomach.

“Sonny?
”

“Yes, sweetheart?
”
I sweep her hair from off of her back and lick my way up her spine. She shivers and I have to give my dick a few strokes to calm myself down.

“I want you,
”
she whispers.

“I want you, too.
”
I mold my hands over her ass and squeeze.

“Sonny?
”

“I need you on your knees, Shorty.
”
She starts to lift her head and shoulders, but I place my hand in the center of her back to stop her.
“
No, Shorty
—
just half of you.
”

“Okay,
”
she murmurs. As she inches up on her knees, propping her lower half up away from the bed, I relish in the amount of control I have in this moment. She
’
s mine
—
mine in ways words can
’
t even express. She trusts me, and only me, to bring her the greatest pleasure she has ever known. She trusts me to put her desires above my own. She knows that I will
always
take care of her and she does my bidding. Every time.

I turn onto my back and position myself under her. I can smell her arousal and I wonder how much longer I can wait before I can
’
t stand being on the outside looking in. I blow a breath against the lace that obscures my final destination. She whimpers and spreads her legs a little wider, lowering herself closer to my face. I chuckle as I press a kiss against her core.

“Sonny
—
oh, Sonny, please? I don
’
t want to wait anymore,
”
she pleads.

I drag my tongue over her drenched panties and she moans. I reach up and push the lace out of my way before licking her once more. When she starts to tremble, I dive in, holding nothing back as I fuck her with my tongue. I've worked her up so much, she comes in no time at all.

She's delicious and sweet as pie.

As soon as I pull my mouth away, she flops onto her back and blows out a heavy sigh.
“
Have I worn you out already?
”
I tease, crawling on top of her. She shakes her head as she reaches for my face and pulls me close, pressing her lips to mine.