Unbreak Me (8 page)

“When I have kids, I’m gonna tell them every day how much I love them,” he said, his face lighting up at the prospect of being a father. “They’ll be sick of hearing it, but they’ll have felt love.”

“You will make a great father one day.”

Connor’s cheeks burned at hearing Molly’s compliment. As he glanced over at her, she smiled, just a little grin at first, but as it grew, it pressed her blushing cheeks upward. When the smile reached her eyes, they sparkled, causing them to crease at the corners. It was at that moment she became everything he had ever hoped for. Molly was all he needed. “Why, thank you.” His own smile said it all.

“Don’t mention it.”

After a smooth ninety-minute drive, they reached Capitola, and Molly’s eyes lit up when she saw the ocean. They could see it from a mile away, looking like a giant azure mass. It was a rising enormity that seemed to obscure the horizon, which was lost in the shimmer of the far reaches of it. It was a sight that both Molly and Connor appreciated.

“It’s been forever since I stood in the sand,” Molly remarked. She stared at the beauty ahead of her and glanced at Connor, smiling. “I feel like a child on Christmas morning.”

Connor was content knowing that he’d made the right choice.

“Ah, but this isn’t quite it.” He winked at her.

“Connor, what have you done?”

“You’ll see.”

A nervous smile and arched brows told Connor that Molly wasn’t the type to take surprises very well. But he knew that she’d appreciate what he had in store for her. “Don’t look so worried. I’ve got this covered.”

“O-kay.” Molly held her hands together tight, swallowing hard as she looked out of the window.

Connor turned the car onto a small, steep slope, driving toward a private gated lane.

“I thought we were going to the beach?” Molly asked, her eyes scanning the area.

“We are.”

The gate opened slowly, allowing Connor access to the well-maintained driveway. The garden was bursting with life with trees, flowers and a small fountain. Molly’s jaw dropped.

“Are you sure?” she asked as she turned to face him.

“Honestly, don’t worry about this,” Connor replied as he parked the car in the driveway, close to a two-story villa. “This is just private access, that’s all.”

“To what?”

“Follow me.”

Getting out of the car, Connor stood by the hood and waited for an anxious Molly, who held on to her purse for dear life as she walked slowly over to him.

Holding out his hand, he waited for her to take it before gesturing to continue his little mission. “Shall we?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Molly, you always have a choice.”

Molly squeezed his hand tight. She didn’t reply. Instead, they walked around to the side of the property, which led to a huge terraced garden. The view was impressive and the scent from the flowers and fruit trees was unbelievable.

“Is this your house?”

“Would it be a problem if it was?”

“Well, no, but… It’s gorgeous.”

Giving her hand a gentle tug, he pulled her in a little closer to him. “You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re a dork.”

They both laughed as Connor led her to some steps that took them down to a beach—a private beach that was beautiful, perfect and peaceful. Molly slipped off her shoes as she walked onto the warm sand and looked over at Connor who stood gazing at her, smiling.

“We won’t be disturbed here,” Connor started. “And lunch has been taken care of.”

“What have I done to deserve this, huh?” Molly winked at him playfully. “I’m joking. This is just lovely, thank you.”

Molly turned to face him. She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. Her warm smile mirrored his happiness. “You are most welcome,” he whispered. “Now come on, time to chill and soak up the sun.”

Connor lifted Molly over his shoulder. She squealed, giggling as he marched across the sand, setting her down on a blanket that had been laid out especially for them.

Connor wanted to make the right impression, and at that precise moment, he knew that Molly wasn’t the kind of woman to be bought, and he didn’t want that. There was more to her. She had an air of something about her that made him want to strip back the layers, healing any of the pain that still haunted her.

“I could get used to this,” she whispered.

“That could be arranged.”

“Behave, you dork.” She hit him playfully. “But seriously, this is just heaven.” Cocking her head to the side, she looked over at Connor, who lay beside her, staring back at her. “Just don’t break my heart.”

Molly ran her fingers over his cheek. Connor leaned in, kissing her softly. “I could say the same thing.”

Chapter Twelve

Molly couldn’t believe it. There wasn’t another soul on the beach, just the two of them, the sun kissing their skin and the sound of the waves lapping as they walked along the shoreline, talking, hugging and falling for each other.

Walking hand in hand, Molly and Connor were lost in deep conversation. A gentle breeze blew Molly’s hair as she talked a little about herself. “I like giving back to the community. It helps me sleep a little better at night.”

“But aren’t you be afraid of being alone with…them?”

“Them?” Molly asked, raising her eyebrows. Molly had a thing about getting on the defensive when people dared to look down their noses on the weak and vulnerable.

“The homeless… Not that I mean anything bad by saying that.”

Molly stood still and sighed. Looking up at Connor, she could see that he was genuinely interested. “They pose no risk to me,” she said. “I’ve never felt exposed when in their company. They are no different than you or me. You wouldn’t believe some of the stories. Businessmen, kids, military veterans—they all lost something and ended up alone, solely depending on the grace of man.” She turned her face away, gazing out at the endless sea. “I was in their shoes once.”

Connor’s expression said it all. He was stunned by her revelation. Molly defended her job by highlighting her own experience—it was proof that no one should be judged.

“Wow… I wouldn’t have guessed.” Connor shook his head.

“But how would you?” she asked. “You really don’t know anything about me, or what I’ve been through. Only what I’ve allowed you to see.”

“Molly, I’m not about to let you disappear from my life because of your past. Remember, it was you who saved me more than once… You’re too special.” Pulling her by the arm, he gently coaxed her against his chest, embracing her in his warm arms. “You can tell me anything and I’ll still be standing here, falling for you.”

“Are you sure about that? Because my story is dark.”

Connor kissed her on the head and brushed his nose against her forehead. Molly could feel him inhale deeply.

“You have my word.”

Connor swept the hair back from her face and held on to her cheeks as he bent, kissing her gently at first. Their lips moved lightly together as they breathed in each other’s souls. Hard, yet soft. Heated with raw passion. A moment in their lives, lost in a memory that would last forever. In that one moment, there would be no going back, and it made their newfound feelings grow into something they had never believed possible.

They stood still, holding on to each other. There was an explosion of total peace and tranquility, which besieged them both. Their worlds had come crashing together in the most unlikely of circumstances, and though a week had passed, they had come to understand the true meaning of life. The desire for love—to be loved. Knowing that for both of them, this may be the one time in their lives to prove that they were entitled to the freedom of falling in love, they grabbed it with both hands and refused to let it slip away.

“I think I’m falling for you in a big way,” Connor whispered as he rubbed the tip of his nose against Molly’s.

Molly gazed up into his green eyes, melting into him. How could she not? Connor had fast become the only man to ever get in under her skin. To see the vulnerable, yet strong woman hiding under those layers. She had exposed her very core to him and there was no turning back now.

Molly took a quick glance around and smirked as she broke from their embrace. Lifting the white shirt over her head, she threw it aside before taking off her jeans, standing in front of Connor in her underwear.

Molly knew Connor couldn’t hide his arousal. She loved taking control. Unhooking her bra, Molly dangled it midair before she threw it at him, laughing as he caught it mid-air, only for him to drop it onto the sand before pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

Molly stood almost naked in front of him and enjoyed the risk of exposure, which was beginning to turn her on more than she thought it would.

Connor dropped his slacks onto the sand, with only his briefs shielding his now-evident excitement. Molly smiled when she saw the desire burning in his eyes. Finally, after a little hesitation, she removed her panties, gazing over at him looking coy, yet sexy.

“What are you doing to me?” Connor muttered as he too removed the last remaining piece of clothing. Both of them were naked, standing mere inches apart, staring as if they were only seeing each other for the first time. But before Connor could touch her, Molly turned her back on him and ran into the water, diving down into the warm crispness of the sea.

Connor followed her in but stood waist high in the water, waiting for her to resurface. A smile spread across his face as her hand brushed against his thigh. His eyes glistened as she emerged from below the surface, her gaze intense. Grabbing him, Molly kissed him. She threaded her wet fingers through his hair, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Connor didn’t waste any time in responding. Connor squeezed her breasts hard. Molly let out a little moan before gently biting into his shoulder, her breath ragged against him as her nipples hardened under his touch. Moving her hand down to cup his erection, she kissed him, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, letting him taste her desire. Connor moaned into her mouth as she began stroking him, making his hips jerk forward from the touch of her hand.

Molly ached for him with a need she couldn’t quite get her head around. She let all her inhibitions go when she wrapped a leg around his waist, never breaking the momentum between strokes as Connor cupped her buttocks, supporting her.

Hard and rigid, Connor’s cock twitched in her hand. His gasps made her throb for him. “I want you in me,” she muttered as her own arousal became too much to contain.

Using her hand, she guided him inside her as he pushed down on her ass, steadying her as she let out a soft moan in his ear.

Molly was confident that if anyone had been watching, they would look like an embracing couple, but beneath the water Connor’s hips slowly began to thrust in and out of Molly. Their breathing was heavy with every penetrating thrust as Molly rode his shaft.

The heat began to build deep inside her as the first wave of the orgasm began to take over. Feverish, Molly cried out as Connor pounded her, tilting her head back as the climax shot through her body, leaving her gasping. The spasms gripped tight around Connor’s cock.

The sweet combination of their building orgasms merged together. The surge began to increase, bubbling, tingling, until finally neither could hold back anymore. Wild like beasts, they gazed at each other. Eyes hungry and craving what was about to happen.

“Fuck!” he moaned as he fucked her hard and fast. Then with one last almighty breathless gasp, he came, shooting his seed deep inside her.

Quivering, Connor held on to Molly as he waded in from the water. He gently set her down on the blanket and grabbed two towels from the chairs that had been carefully arranged under a blue pergola, the voiles lighting moving in the warm breeze.

Molly took the towel from Connor and dried her hair before wrapping the towel around herself. Kneeling on the soft material, she watched Connor as he brazenly sauntered naked around the small table, pouring two glasses of juice.

“You are full of surprises,” he said as he walked back over to Molly, handing her the glass.

Giggling, Molly’s cheeks flushed. “Well, just sometimes I surprise myself too.”

“You hungry?”

“Famished.”

“Then let’s eat.”

As Connor held out his hand to her, Molly took it and let him help her to her feet.

Just sometimes, Molly did shock herself, but this time, it felt right.

Chapter Thirteen

Connor loved the way Molly sipped at her juice. She was so delicate looking, yet he knew how strong she could be. There was no denying the surprise he felt from their passionate encounter in the water, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain. It had been a long time since a woman had been able to seduce him like that. It being Molly only added to the thrill of the experience.

“It’s so gorgeous out here,” Molly said as she looked out. Sailboats dotted the horizon, barely visible, bobbing in the water. “How could you ever want to leave?”

Cutting into his cheese, Connor put a few bits on a dry cracker, popping the whole thing into his mouth, smiling at her. “Because my job requires my presence and…soul.”

“Sounds ominous.”

“Oh, it is.” He raised his eyebrows. “My father, King Dick, he likes his empire run a particular way, and unfortunately, I, his lowly minion, am not cutthroat enough for him.”

“Is that the reason you’ve been feeling the way you have?”

Taking a mouthful of juice, Connor looked over the rim at the glass. Molly stared at him, waiting for his reply. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Absolutely,” Molly replied, lifting her feet up from the sand and resting them across Connor’s lap.

“I’ve not been feeling well for a while.” He looked at Molly as he ran his hand over her feet. “I think the catalyst was the loss of millions last week. I was treated like a child in front of our entire board, held accountable and left to clean up a mess that was started long before I ever took over the contract.”

“Wow, I’m sorry.”

“Yup! And when I finally try to talk to someone, I’m told to stop being a pussy and fix things. That was it. I wanted out.” Connor was sincere as he spoke.