Author's Note: Sorry for the time mix-up. The story does take place in December. This is the last chapter in Connor and Angie's story. Thank you for reading it. I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it. Have a Happy Holiday and look out for a brand new story coming next year. ~n4m
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Connor stepped closer to her. "Are you sure you want this?"
She sighed. "I am. I am so tired of running from everything."
He drew her closer to him. "Aww, that's so romantic."
Angie laughed. "I feel like in the process of things I just keep hurting everyone. I hurt both of us by not admitting my feelings earlier. And for that I'm so sorry."
"Don't apologize, Ange. You're hard-headed as hell. That's what I love about you." He brushed an errant tear from her cheeks. "Please don't cry, my love."
She looked up at him. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes, her unwillingness to let it, let the bullshit pretenses go.
"Am I really?" she asked softly.
"What?"
"Am I your love?"
Connor smiled. He kissed her lips softly, taking the sigh that escaped from her mouth into his. "Yes, you are my love. You are that and so much more. You will call me on my bullshit; the one girl who will stay up late with me and watch ridiculous movies; the one who picks me up when I'm too drunk to carry my Irish ass to bed; the one girl who knows all the dumb shit about me and still wants to be around me. You're the woman I want to make love to every day, five times a day for the rest of my life. A Chuisle Mo Chroí. You are the pulse of my heart. I love you, Angela Hartley."
She was crying outright now as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "My Angie," he whispered, inhaling the scent of her hair. "My beautiful Angie."
Angie snuggled into his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. "Wow, how long have you been holding that in?"
Connor snorted. "Damn near eight years."
"Pussy." They laughed.
Angie glanced up at him. Suddenly it all seemed so clear. She was supposed to be with him all along. He was the other half, the missing piece of her heart. His words were so beautiful. She didn't know if she'd be able to express herself like he did. She figured she'd do better.
Grabbing the front of his shirt, she pulled him down to her, covering his lips with hers. Angie moaned, wrapping her fingers in his reddish-brown curls, pulling him further into her. She needed to devour every inch of him.
"God," she gasped, pulling away from him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
Connor grinned. "I can only imagine."
She smiled up at him. "I love you, Connor Gavin. I suppose I always have."
Taking his hand, she led him down the hallway to her bedroom.
"You've been such a patient boy," she said, smiling. "It's time for your reward."
Lifting his shift off, she kissed his warm, bare chest. Connor groaned from the contact. Angie undid his belt buckle and slid his zipper down slowly.
Reaching inside, she cupped his erection and smiled at his sharp intake of breath. "You know I was always a little curious about you ever since that time I spent the night in high school and I saw you naked. I was impressed back then."
Connor groaned. "Yeah, well he's definitely improved with age, Peeping Tom."
Angie slowly dropped to her knees, kissing a fire line down to his groin. Sliding his pants down, she freed his cock. It was perfect, smooth and thick with a pinkish-red head. She kissed the weeping tip, swirling her tongue around before taking his size completely into her mouth.
"Oh god," Connor moaned, twisting his hands through her brown hair.
Angie gently cupped his balls, humming softly as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. Connor breathed heavily. Pushing her away gently, she helped her to her feet and kissed her hard. He grinned at the slightly bewildered look on her face. "I want to cum inside you, babe."
He sat own on the bed. Glancing up at her, he chuckled. "Undress for me, hellcat."
Angie smiled shyly. She felt like it was her time, she was so nervous. She removed her sweater, lifting it over her head. Stepping out of her denim skirt, she was left in her dark purple bra and matching hipster underwear. Angie bit her bottom lip, sucking the fleshy bit into her mouth. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life, even when she was wearing a bathing suit.
This was more than just swimming with Connor at the beach. She was about to share something incredibly special with her best friend. Angie smiled shyly at him. Walking over, she kissed him on the lips.
"It's okay baby," he whispered. "Everything's going to be okay."
Stepping back, Angie unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce free. Connor let out a small gasp. He always fantasized about her, but the real thing was more beautiful than any dream. They were large, more than a handful and capped with dark chocolate nipples. Her brown skin glowed in the dim lighting of the bedroom.
He smiled when he saw the silver barbells in each nipple. They both had black tops and painted skull and crossbones.
"When did you get those done?"
She smiled mysteriously. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Mr. Gavin."
Angie turned, a slow sexy smile on her face. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of her panties as she bent down slowly. Sliding down her panties, she grinned as she heard Connor growl.
Connor felt his head spin. She was gorgeous, the warm mahogany of her outside giving way to the deep crimsons and burgundies of her inner womanhood. "God, Angie" he said as she kicked out of her panties and turned to stare at him. "You are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."
He held out his hand for her, pulling her close to him. His mouth covered hers, his desire to be in every part of her driving him to near-manic proportions. "Let me taste you, baby" he said hoarsely. She reached down to take off her boots, but he stopped her. "Leave them on," he said, grinning wickedly.
She smirked. "You are such a pervert, Gavin."
"Oh, babe you have no idea" he said, closing his eye in an exaggerated wink. He laid her down on the bed, admiring the way the deep purple of the sheets highlighted the golden tones of her skin. He kissed her, grazing her nipple with his thumb. His lips moved down to her neck, sucking softly and making her sigh.
An evil thought crossed his mind. Connor sucked harder, leaving a deep red spot on her neck. Angie grinned. "You are an asshole."
Connor laughed, moving farther down her body. He licked her right nipple, hardening the brown bud. When he bit down softly, he felt her shudder in response. "Connor you're killing me."
"Be patient babe," he said, kissing her navel. Slipping her left leg on his shoulder, kissed the inside of her thigh.
He lowered his head to inhale her, the scent tingling his nostrils and making him feel light. His tongue grazed her smooth outer lips as she moaned aloud. Grinning, he parted her slick folds with his thumb and forefinger, stopping briefly to admire her. Lightly, he flicked her clit with his tongue, making the little bud vibrate.
When he slipped his finger inside, her hips bucked. "Connor," she pleaded.
"Tell me what you want hellcat," he said, circling his thumb around her clit.
"I want you inside me," she moaned. "Now."
Connor lifted his head from between her legs. Wordlessly, slid back up her body, positioning the head of his cock right at her opening.
"You want this?" he asked, rubbing his shaft against her soaking slit.
Angie moaned and grinded her pelvis against his. "Yes, please."
