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COVEY'S POV:

"I want you."

Conrad looks down at me with his green-gray eyes, tracing my jaw with his thumb. Yes. I want you. "Covey Jensen, don't fuck with me right now."

"I'm ready, Conrad." I hold his jaw in my hands, reaching up to kiss him slowly. My lips cajole his, and I try to let him know I'm being honest and that I'm sure as day right now. "I want you."

"I want you too," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Are you sure?"

I nod. "Yes. Only for you, only with you."

He gulps, pulling away to sit in between my legs. "Baby, it's gonna hurt." Conrad opens the towel from around me and trails his hand down my chest and stomach. "It's probably gonna hurt a lot. And I want you—like so bad—but I also don't want to hurt you."

"So promise to never leave me," I whisper. He flickers his eyes to mine. "That's the only thing that could hurt me."

Smiling lightly, he shakes his head. "Never. I promise, Covey. I told you that. I promise to never leave you."

"I promise too," I say, reaching down to hold his hand.

He traces shapes in my stomach, looking me in the eyes. "You might bleed a little, but if I'm too rough, let me know." I nod. "And we'll take it slow. Okay?"

"Okay."

He leans down to kiss my forehead. "I love you."

I bite down on my lip to hide my smile. He said it. "I love you more."

"I'm about to prove you wrong," he mutters, his lips instantly connecting with my skin. "So fucking wrong."

Starting from my cheek to my ear, his teeth grazing it, he trails his lips across my jawline and down my neck. Slowly. And he sucks hard, not giving a single care in the world about whether or not I'll be left with marks deeper than tattoos. His hands trace my body like an unwritten map, navigating and making its own directions—learning me like a backroad. We've done this a million times before, but this time is different. It's the most special.

I'm speechless, I'm gasping for air, and I feel like I'm about to explode. Funny thing is, all he's done so far is kiss me. 

I'm in for it deep.

He places peppered kisses down my body, sucking, biting, teasing where he sees fit; where he knows my weak spots are. I reach up to the back of his neck and follow his movements, his lips touching every inch of my body exposed to him.

"We'll start slow." He looks up at me, running his hands along my legs. "But it's gonna be so good, and I'll tell you how beautiful you are every second I'm inside of you." He leans up so he's on his forearms above me. "Cause right now and every time I look at you, all I can think is, 'Holy shit, my girl is gorgeous.'"

I put my face in my hands and blush a deep crimson red. "I love you so much," I mumble, peeking my eyes through my fingers. 

He prys my hands away. "So let me see your face," he whispers, pecking my lips.

I nod, smiling.

Conrad reaches his hand down and starts to circle my clitoris with his fingers before he inserts two fingers in me. I moan, holding onto both sides of his face as he carves my inside walls, stretching me and pleasing me. I shut my eyes in pleasure, but Conrad lightly taps my cheek, forcing me to open them. And when I open them, his gaze is intense.

"I want to see you," he says, brushing his nose against mine. "To feel you, to connect with you, to know you want this. Please, baby, for me?"

"Sure," I say in sarcasm breathlessly, moaning softly. "Just watch me float to heaven—oh my ah—yeah... okay." 

"Yeah?" he grunts evilly, smirking when he sees the effect he has on me. "I can show you what heaven is like, just say the magic words."

I'm sorry everyone, I can't hold it in.

"Abracadabra," I laugh, squirming underneath him.

"Only you would fucking say that to dirty talk," Conrad growls.

I blink up at him innocently as he moves his fingers faster, my lip quivering. He pulls them out, rubbing my clit as he places the tip of his erection at my entrance. Then he teases me with his length a couple times, groaning before he lines himself up again. This is it.

"Are you ready?" he asks, brushing the hair out of my face.

"Yeah," I say with a slight quiver to my voice.

He kisses my lips sweetly, softly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Coco."

"Trust me?"

"Only you," I whisper, running my hands up so the grip his shoulders blades.

He nods and uses his right hand to guide himself into my entrance. He pushes into me slowly, his mouth parting and his lip going in between his teeth. When he's not even an inch deep, I claw at his back and flinch.

Kissing my forehead, he groans, "I'm sorry—fuck—I'm sorry, baby."

He eases himself halfway into me before stopping, watching me to see how I react to him. And it hurts, but it's beautiful. This. Us. Everything we are. 

"Are you okay?" he manages to breathe out, gritting his teeth together. The feeling is sore and sweet, and bold and gentle all at once.

I shut my eyes for a second to blink away the small tears starting to form as I'm being stretched more than I can handle. "Fine and dandy, Conrad. You're killing me." Very sensual, Covey. Such a turn-on.

"It'll go away soon," he says, pulling out of me before pushing himself back in. He repeats this a few times, a tear breaking free from my waterline as he kisses it away. "Okay?"

I nod, my teeth holding my lip, and I relax against the mattress as my legs fall lazily to the side. I pull him closer, and Conrad pushes deeper and deeper into me. He pulls out until his tip is at my front, slowly thrusting into me again. And we're like push and pull, moaning, gasping, and making love. The pain soon turns to pleasure, and I'm lost in the eye contact Conrad and I hold.

He grips the hair on my scalp, turning his hips to hit and rub every sensitive spot, my insides filling with sensation. "Oh my," I gasp, tugging at his hair. "Mmh."

Conrad groans, thrusting into me harder. "Fuck—you're so good."

I moan loudly. He pulls out and moves slowly back into me, circling his hips round and round.

"Conrad!" I cry, his length drilling into me. His girth hits me back and forth, churning and rearranging my guts completely. "Oh my god—" I dig my nails into his back, my jaw dropping open as untamed moans escape my mouth. Pleasure courses through my veins and I can't help but feel the way my whole body reacts to his touches.

Moaning, Conrad messages my skin; my breasts, my waist, my hips. He kisses me slowly, his thrusts moving in sync with his lips—as if he's savoring every touch and every second of this moment. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs in a drained voice, his words husky. "So good, so perfect—fuck—I love you."

And he picks up his pace, really moving; fast, hard, and large, thrusting into me over and over again without let up, implacable, pushing me and delving into me until I'm close to the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm. I whimper, moans and cries alike, my bottom lip quivering.

"Come for me, Cove," he says, his voice raw in my ear while he holds both sides of my face in his hands.

I grab onto his shoulders and come, hard, exploding around him as he repeatedly pounds into me. He increases the rhythm infinitesimally, and his breathing becomes more erratic. And then he stills, his body becoming rigid as he moans and releases his load inside me—and I watch his face twist up beautifully as he orgasms, lips parted, sweat beating down his forehead, eyes intense and hooded. He pushes himself deep into me, hitting my cervix, before pulling away to repeat the same motion; grinding his hips to ride our highs.

"You. Are. Mine." He breathes out heavily, slowly stopping his thrusts. "I. Want. You. So. Much."

I moan, wrapping my legs and arms around him, clinging to him. "I am yours, you are mine, and we are each other's."

"We are equal," he whispers, falling down on top of me before rolling over and taking me with him so I'm in his lap. 

I put my head in his chest, drawing circles in his skin as I look up at him. His chest is going in and out, and I'm barely able to breathe. "I love you."

"I love you too, babygirl." He smiles a boyish grin and rubs my back, tracing my waist and dimples at the bottom of my spine. "You are so fucking beautiful."

"That was..." I don't even know.

He nods his head knowingly. "The best ever," he gushes, shutting his eyes. "The best fucking ever."

Then I realize he's still inside me and I'm still full from his length. I sit up, grinding against him. Consequently, he moans and his hands fall at my hips. 

"Fuck, don't do that," he groans, reopening his eyes. 

I do it again, rebelliously. 

I feel him slowly start to harden again and he curses under his breath. "Baby, stop."

Shaking my head, I move my hips and lift myself up and down, circling and grinding against him. 

"Fuck it," he growls, trying to sit up. 

I push him down and say, "Again?"

He doesn't respond in words, but instead flips us over quickly, two sharp thrusts pushing my back deep into the mattress. "Like this?" he groans, giving it to me rough. 

I moan, the pleasure so intense I feel like dying. Maybe I'll just float away. "More. Faster," I whisper into his ear, my voice hard to detect while moans slip out of my mouth.

He hits my g-spot continuously, no mercy shown; hip for hip, thrust for thrust, moan for moan. He takes me, to a place I never knew could even exist, and I knew then that I am addicted. To him. To his body. To his touches. To his goodies. 

He speeds up once more, and the next thing I know I'm coming again. We're stuck in a blissful trance of something called love and love-making, not knowing when or how or why we should ever stop. Conrad groans as my body convulses and I erupt again, causing him to pour himself into me as he finds his release. We moan in unison, short of breath and hot and heated. 

I shiver, holding him close to me. "Yeah," I say, clenching my legs around him. "Like that."

"Happy birthday, Cove." Conrad kisses my nose. "And happy fucking sex day to me," he mutters under his breath.

I shake my head with a giggle and run a hand through his hair. "What's for dinner?"

"My cum," he smirks, suggestively.

"Tempting, but I was thinking Italian," I laugh, raising an eyebrow.

"Funny, I told you I was Italia—"

"Food. Italian food." I cut him off, patting his head of hair. 

"I know, I was kidding." He slowly pulls out of me, causing me to whimper and hiss. "Fuck, I knew I hurt you."

Shaking my head, I say, "No, you didn't. I'm fine. Go ahead, fuck me again."

His eyes widen at my words and he grabs my chin in his hand. "What happened to innocent Covey?" You just ruined her with your manhood...

"Well..." I let my sentence trail off. "She slowly disappeared the minute she read Fifty Shades of Grey."

He chuckles, but his irises are a dangerous molten gray. "I would gladly fuck you again, but I don't want you sore for dinner. And as for your dirty little mouth, I'll have to fuck you senseless so you forget about those words." Holy dino chicken nuggets. He pulls away from me. "Come, let's have a shower."

Yessir.

"Okay," I say, sitting up as he holds a hand out for me to grab. "Together?"

"Would you have it any other way?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

Smiling at him, I purse my lips together. "Absolutely not."

"Same here, kid." He pulls me to him and picks me up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. "Absolutely not."

******
CONRAD'S POV:

"Luca Minicucci's?" she asks, her jaw dropping to the floor. "Woah, I've never seen a place this pretty."

"I have," I reply, looking over at her. "Even prettier too."

Blinking, she sticks her tongue out at me. "This isn't a competition, you know."

"Sorry, do I need to take that dress off you to check and see the beautiful places I've been?" I inquire, reaching a hand over to mess with the hem of her dress.

She lets her mouth drop open again. If she wants to suck me off she should just say so. "Oh, you meant—oh." She should've known.

"Let's go, our reservations are right now." I get out and open the car door for her. "You look beautiful."

She smiles, flashing me her teeth. "Who's the sappy one now?"

"You better watch that mouth of yours," I tell her, holding a finger up to her lips. "You're walking on thin ice, love."

She bites my finger and shakes her head. "It's my birthday, I can do whatever I want."

I clench my jaw and roll my eyes, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Believe what you want."

"I will, Coco Puff." She reaches down to lace her hand over the one over he waist. "I will."

As soon as we walk in, Matteo greets us in the foyer. "Conrad," he says, giving me a once over before looking at Covey. "And who's this?"

"My girlfriend," I deadpan, holding my chin up as I glance over at Covey smiling.

"I'm Covey," she says, holding her hand out for him to shake. "I take it you two know each other?"

"I'm his older brother," Matteo replies, smiling his fuckboy grin. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Covey."

She shoots her eyes to me and raises an eyebrow. Yes, I have a brother. "I feel sorry for you," she whispers to him, though I'm still able to hear it. "He's a Mr. Grumpy Grinch."

Matteo tries to hold in his laugh, grinning at me with the most amused expression I've ever seen him wear. "I like this one. She's a keeper."

"Don't I fucking know," I tell him, holding her tighter to me. She wraps her arms around my torso and glaces up at me through her eyelashes. "Is our table ready?"

He nods, gesturing to the back. "Don't have too much fun, brontolo."

"Stai zitto," I grumble back, walking past him.

"I'll check in on you in a few minutes," he calls after me.

I turn around and flip him off, Covey following me closely. "You speak Italian?"

"More like broken Italian," I shrug, guiding her to one of the private rooms in the back. 

"You have a brother too? When was I gonna hear about this?" she asks.

I don't know. I let her slide in the booth seat and I go to sit across from her. Getting a good look at her facial expressions, she just seems happy. Okay, so she's not mad? "I don't know, if I'm being honest. You might not have ever known."

She frowns. "Why? He seems alright."

"He is alright. But you're... well... you're mine." 

"And?" She laughs, running her tongue along her teeth. "I know that and you know that."

And he could take you away from me?

Covey stops laughing and gives me a certain look, twisting her face up in thought. "You think I'd leave you for him? Coco Puff, are you crazy?"

I shake my head. "It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to me."

She snorts, reaching a hand across the table to touch mine. "Trust me, no other guy could handle my childishness the way you can."

"That is very true," I mutter, looking down at our hands.

"And you're way more mature regardless of your guys' age. Anyways, can you tell your brother to get us something to eat?" She smirks, kicking my foot under the table. "Let's make his night difficult, yeah?"

I smirk in response and grin mischievously. "You really are my willing accomplice, kid. Aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir." Covey winks, melting me into a small puddle of nothingness. She's so perfect. I fucking love her. 

Matteo walks in, as if on cue, with a bottle of champagne in his hand. "You requested our finest? From Lombardy."

"Imported from Italy," I explain to Covey. She opens her mouth to speak and I know she's going to say she's underage, but I shake my head. "You're going to try it, baby."

"But I—"

Matteo places two glasses in front of us. "You'll like it, don't worry. Veronica can't get enough of it."

I flinch at hearing her name. He had to fucking pull that card. Matteo gives me a chiding grin, pouring two glasses; one for me and one for Covey.

"Let's not talk about her right now," I say, my voice flat. "It's my girl's birthday and I'd rather not."

He lifts his hands up in surrender. "Didn't mean to reopen any old wounds, little bro." Shooting a look at Covey, he says, "He's just sensitive when it comes to her, she was his firs—"

"I think that's enough," she deadpans, her beautiful hazel irises turning into a glare that's actually scary. "Not that it matters, or that you actually care, but it's my birthday and I didn't ask for you to be an asshole of a server. So kindly, shape up or ship out—or just find us a new waiter."

Matteo widens his eyes at her and then looks at me. She cussed at him, holy fuck. "Damn bro, I really like this one."

"I don't think your opinion matters," I say through gritted teeth, glaring at him. "Can you get Stefan to take your place?"

"He's not working tonight," he says.

"What about Lita?" I ask, clenching my jaw.

"She's in Italy with Papà," he replies. Oh, that's right.

"Is there anyone else who can serve us?"

"Wow, the hate is strong here," he muses, raising an eyebrow. "And no, I'm the only waiter who isn't running around like a chicken with its head cut off. So gladly, I will take your order."

Covey sighs, kicking my foot under the table again. Getting the message, I say, "Can you get us some appetizers then?"

"It would be my treat," he says, chuckling.

"Thankies, and can you also get us two waters and a basket of bread," Covey adds, smiling at him. She's a sweet little thing, isn't she?

"Thankies?" he asks, looking at her likes she's from another planet.

I shake my head at him and glance at Covey. "You wouldn't know."

"You wouldn't," she echoes, agreeing.

"Whatever," he says before walking away.

Yeah, what the fuck ever. 

This is why Covey is mine. Because we just get each other.

Veronica was nothing of importance. I just hate how Matteo thinks she was.

******

"I'm stuffed," Covey announces once we get in the car, slouching in the seat. "I feel like my tummy is gonna explode."

"You barely look like you ate anything," I reassure her, running a hand over her stomach. 

"I'm in a food coma," she says dramatically, shutting her eyes. "Wake me up when the baby is born."

I chuckle, leaning down to kiss her. "I fucking love you so much."

She takes my hand and puts it on her belly. "Even Rex?" 

"Even Rex," I mumble, brushing my nose against hers. 

"I love you too," she says, fluttering her eyes open when she smiles at me. "Can we go get dino chicken nuggets?" Of. Fucking. Course.

******
AUTHOR'S NOTE:

UGH I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO UPLOAD ;-;
ALSO PLEASE DON'T FRIGGIN' REPORT THE GIF... IF YOU HAVE AN ISSUE, I WARNED YOU ABOUT STUFF IN THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK XD

Hope y'all enjoy. Matteo isn't as bad as he seems; he's up for grabs too!

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