Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

Everly had curves for days. Thick thighs I’d tried and failed to stop dreaming about. A rack that could make a man cry. She’d never liked her body, but I’d worshipped her, dropping kisses on her soft belly and loving every inch of her creamy skin.

Cassie spoke. “I’ve got a fast car and no sense of self-preservation. Say the word and I’ll get ye out of here.”

I tugged on my Prince Albert piercing, imagining her tongue sliding around it.

I’d always been conscious of my body shape and had suffered shitty comments in the past. But this level of brazenness stung.

I gunned the electric engine and glided out of the space, unseen, and kidnapped the mayor’s daughter, again. Or, from my point of view, driving my lass to safety.

“I fucking love your body. Every single curve is mine. Ye give me so much just by being alive.

“I own ye now. Just as ye own me. I’ll defend your life with mine and give ye everything ye want. A home, my last name, the blood of anyone who hurts ye. I’ll fucking knock ye up, too. As many times as we want.”

I’d loved Everly Makepeace since I was sixteen years old and I’d never once stopped.

Since Connor had brought me to the warehouse, I’d barely left. It was a world of its own, and I loved it here. I felt safe. I had friends. I had him. Being able to use my skills to support the place would be the cherry on the cake.

Your lush body should be admired, and your tits will bring men to their knees. They’ll dream of your curves for years to come. Ye should walk tall. But, if it’s anonymity ye want, hold up.” From his back pocket, he revealed a skeleton bandanna, then he tied it around my face to hide the lower half.

“No. My kink is you being unable to run from me.” Hence the sedation.

“Mine. Wanted. Needed. Owned. Claimed. Free.” She paused over the last. The one on her hip. “Loved.”