Novel & Cerita Catboy Connor

he said, drawing a round of loud laughs, "and I got to choose Kelly to be my first." The group cheered, and Kelly cleared her throat. "Girls, I have to say, that that boy has some stamina. He came once after we watched Duncan and Danielle, once while having sex with me. The little hornball woke me up three times during the night, I think, and once in the morning, or maybe three total. Anyway, my poor kitty needs a break tonight. If you want to have a fun time, take that guy home with you." Conner smiled widely, blushing but obviously enjoying the attention.

a boy of about eighteen or nineteen sneered as he leaned over a car hood with his arms crossed. My attention was now on him and I stared him down. His eyes sparkled with uncertainty and when he could no longer look at me, his eyes turned to Marco. The little shit! "Eric Connall," I said, introducing myself as I looked across at all the men and I finally stopped when I reached the boy. "You would do well to keep your mouth shut about my wife or I won't hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes!" I growled deeply. The boy gulped and his eyes went wide. I wasn't even that angry yet.

Lorde was letting him breathe for who knows what reason, me; if someone had tried to sell my woman, he’d be rotting by now. “I’m with you there. Any man who would try to sell his own daughter doesn’t deserve to live.” I better keep my eye on Connor; he sounded jumpy. A burst of static sounded in the room, and I was tempted to pull my piece and put an end to my existence. “Daddy…” “Fu…. What is it, Catalina?” I must’ve done some off-colored shit in my last life because my kid, this fucking kid, is some sort of penance.

“That must be Aria. I’m Selene.” Beside her, a shorter girl with curls piled in a messy bun grinned and scooted over. “And I’m Maya. Don’t let Selene scare you she only bites when she’s cranky.” “Do not,” Selene muttered, but Maya just winked at me. On the other side of the fire, a tall boy with broad shoulders was tossing twigs into the flames like offerings. He looked up and smirked. “Connor,” he introduced himself. “And before you ask, yes, I put up with these two every day of my life.”

But I had hoped. Connor knocked on the window. Botero let the window slide down. I heard car doors opening as the rest of Botero’s men got out. Even in the dark, I saw the anger and confusion on Connor’s face. “Cassandra, what the fuck are you doing here?” He leaned in, glaring daggers. “We should ask you the same question, cabrõn.” He aimed the firearm at Connor. “Start talking. And why the fuck are you naked?” “Come on out, and we’ll discuss this. Let Cassie go.” Connor’s voice was calm, but I noticed the way his lip twitched. He was seconds away from losing it.

He winked at Nora. Leo rolled his eyes. “Right…” The guy introduced himself with a dramatic little bow. “I’m Drew. You think Connor’s cute? Shame about his penis, isn’t it?” Nora lifted a brow. Drew leaned in conspiratorially. “Wasn’t wearing a cup one day. Sliced clean off by a skate. He’s like Barbie now.” Leo snorted into his drink. Beck reappeared, grabbed Drew by the collar, and started dragging him away.

Connor had this stupid cocky attitude right up until he touched me, and then suddenly he looked at me like I mattered. Which is… dangerous. Because now my brain won’t shut up about him. I change into pajamas and catch sight of the mark on my neck in the mirror. “Fantastic,” I mumble. I should probably be embarrassed about it. Instead, I touch it lightly and grin. Connor McLeod—campus hockey god, certified menace, probably responsible for half the university’s emotional damage—left a hickey on my neck and somehow rewired my personality in one night. That feels medically concerning.

Shanice had just described that man as incredibly handsome, brave, tall, and exceptionally capable. She also said he was attentive and caring and had been looking after Ariana for years. Could that possibly be Connor? Was it the same Connor that Ariana knew? Had the world gone mad? Like Spencer and Jensen, Ariana had known Connor since childhood. Growing up, Connor had used every opportunity to target her, humiliate her, and bully her. He would put her down and embarrass her whenever he had the chance to.

TAYLOR* Connor turned to leave, and I couldn't help but stare at his fine ass. I would have my way with him if it weren't for the fact that he is just like Aaron. I'm pretty sure he's never been in an actual relationship before, not even in high school. Connor and Wade always have and will forever be Playboy's. I was a grade below them in high school, but we all lived on the same block, and we all grew up and played together until they became freshmen and figured out hanging out with the preacher's daughter wasn't good for their ego.

It was the second time I was getting up close to, mystery cafeteria boy. The mystery part of the name fits him. He had this air around him that felt like it was constantly screaming- I don't give a Fuck to the world. Even now, he wasn't bothered to spare me a side glance. Instead he brought out airpods and plugged them in and covered them with his hair. I don't think he wanted to play anything. Probably was him trying to tell me he wasn't interested in any form of conversation. But I was nervous, and when I was nervous or overly excited I became extremely chatty and said things without reservations.