Caught Up In You 4: The Point of No Return (Edgeplay) by Jenna McCormick

 
      Chapter One
     
      I am in love with two men. Lucky for me they are both willing to share a bed at once. Unfortunately, I never know which of them I’ll wake up with. Will it be Connor Edge, the savvy billionaire or Connor Edge, the dark and tortured protector?
     As I lay on my side with Connor’s arm draped across my waist, I mull over the revelations of last night. It’s not every day a girl gets both a heartbreaking confession and a marriage proposal in the same conversation. Connor had been kidnaped as a child, held against his will for three years. Normal type-A business tycoon Connor had no clue as to who was behind it or where he’d been. That honor went to Connor the Dom. He’s come to the rescue, a vigilant protector, essentially a byproduct of C-PTSD. According to Connor, he’s rarely shown up unless he felt Connor 1.0 is in distress. Until he met me and then Connor 2.0—the paranoid edition—stages a comeback. And as of yesterday, he’s been unwilling to share any of his insight with either of us.
     Discovering all of this wasn’t even the most incredible moment of the night.
     Closing my eyes, I could see him as he’d knelt on the floor, his gorgeous sea blue eyes full of hope, and worry. The firelight cast shadows across his chiseled features, ominous and compelling, just like the man who took my hand in his.
      “I know I’m broken, and I probably have no right to ask. But Bailey, I need you more than my next breath. Marry me, please.”
      The temptation to scream yes at the top of my lungs and drag him to the nearest justice of the peace to do the deed was great. After all, me, the groundskeeper’s granddaughter marrying one of the wealthiest men alive, it’s like Cinderella come to life. Less the fairy godmother and the snazzy shoes.
      I couldn’t just give in, however tempting. Falling in love with Connor, both Connors, wasn’t exactly a choice but this is the rest of my life and ignoring unpleasant realities wouldn’t make it any easier. Both versions of Connor were overly protective, to the point he’d cut me off from the outside world. I’d watched enough Lifetime originals to know that never ended well for the heroine.
     But leaving him hanging wasn’t an option either.
      “Connor, I do love you, don’t doubt that.”
     He’d swallowed visibly and when he spoke his voice sounded thick with emotion. “Is that a no?”
     “That’s an, I need some time. It’s been a long and emotionally exhausting day and you’ve given me a lot to think over. Let’s go to bed.”
     His face lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning. “You’ll stay the night?”
     I couldn’t help but grin back, his enthusiasm for my body bordered on ridiculous and I wouldn’t change it for anything. “Only of you promise to let me get some sleep.”
     He’d risen to his feet and tossed the covers back before holding out a hand. “I promise. I just want to hold you.”
      His hard cock nestled against my backside, belying his claim, but he hadn’t acted on it, instead wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my hair. I slept soundly for about three hours. By that time the fire had burnt to glowing embers in the grate and eerie shadows coated the room. Or maybe it’s my own unease over what would happen come morning.
     “Baily,” Connor sighs my name, his deep voice filling me with need. Or maybe that’s the erection pressing against my backside. The arms around me tighten, holding me deeper into his warmth.
     “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” I murmur. Truthfully, I welcome the distraction from my own thoughts. My heart and my head have never been so at odds.
     “You didn’t.” He rolls his hips, pressing that thick length against my bare backside. “Well, not intentionally anyway.”
     Arching into him is pure instinct. I don’t think, just respond to the desire radiating from him like heat from the sun. Savoring his reaction to me is intrinsic.