Wanting More (Mitchell Family #5)(37)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“You better be telling me the truth bitch.” He rolled over to his side of the bed and started adjusting his pillows. “No bitch of mine is going to disgrace me.”

After crying myself to sleep, I woke up the next morning alone in bed. For the first time in a week I was able to finally breathe without looking behind my shoulder. I took a long shower and thought about how the past week had played out. I contemplated asking Conner to run away with me, but knew that his family was too important for me to even ask something so selfish.

Still, telling him the truth was my main priority. It was bad enough that I had to stop seeing him. He needed to know that it wasn’t anything he did wrong and it certainly wasn’t because he told me that he loved me.

After a long day at the salon, I drove straight to the hotel. Conner had parked in front of a certain door, so I just knocked. I should have known that he was going to be all over me once I cleared the threshold. He welcomed me in his arms like I belonged there and within seconds my purse was on the floor, followed by my shirt. I grabbed the bottom of Conner’s shirt and tore it over his head. I needed to feel his skin against my hands and if only for one last time, his love radiating through my pained soul.

We undressed like a city marathon and in seconds we were naked overtop of one of the beds. I slid my body on top of Conner’s and let my fingertips run from his lips down to his abdomen. When I brought them back up to his mouth, he kissed my fingers. I found his mouth to be one of the sexiest parts of his body. With my eyes focused on his lips, I reached up and kissed them, dragging my tongue over them as I pulled away. Conner reached up to me for another kiss before I could back away. His arms reached around my back and pulled me into his chest. It wasn’t like an erotic move, but more like he was hugging me tightly. When he stopped moving and kissed my head, I knew he wanted to talk before we went any further.

Because I felt like this was going to be our last time together, I didn’t want to taint the moment with a relationship ending conversation. I reached my hand down between our body and took his hard shaft into my hand.

He grabbed my arm. “Not so fast, Blaze. We have all night for that. I’ve had the worst week of my life and I can’t wait another damn minute to find out what is really goin’ on.”

I let go of his length, feeling defeated, I rolled over so that I was beside him. “You’re not going to like what I have to say.”

He leaned up on his elbow and traced his finger around my ni**les, making them extra hard. It was hard to concentrate on a conversation with him touching any part of my body, especially the sexually sensitive ones. “Talk to me.”

“Well, Rick found my phone and accused me of having an affair. He broke it in half and said if he found out I was seeing someone he would hurt me and take away everything I loved.” I left out the death threats. If Conner knew that he would be waiting for the man in my closet with a twelve gauge.

“It doesn’t sound like anything new.” He rolled over and ran his hands through his hair. “No, something else has you freaked out. What aren’t you tellin’ me?”

“Nothing!”

He grabbed my chin and made me look into those damn green eyes. I could feel myself starting to tear up. “Tell me, Blaze.”

I closed my eyes. “He saw you leaving the salon that night. He was outside watching.”

Conner sat up in bed. “Are you f**king serious? I’m in there tellin’ you how I feel and that son of a bitch was outside the whole time?”

“He saw me running out after you, but you were already pulling away. I tried to call you, but he came in and destroyed my phone, but not before scrolling through my calls and messages and calling back your number. Once he heard your voicemail greeting, he knew.”

Conner got up and started pacing around the small room. He kept shaking his head and thinking, but all I could look at was his naked body. I know it was horrible, and I was probably going to go to Hell for having extra-marital sex, but my God he was beautiful.

“Did you hear me?” Conner stood there looking at me.

“Sorry, what did you say?” I was too caught up in his nakedness.

“I said, did he hurt you?”

I think he knew the answer before I even opened my mouth. He pressed his lips together and started cussing through his teeth. The remote control went flying across the room. “Conner, I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not okay. Him touching you is not okay. None of this is okay.” He kneeled down in front of the bed and kissed one of my knees. “You tell me everything. I’m goin’ to f**kin’ kill that mother f**ker.”

“Conner, no, you can’t! Please! I told him you went back to Kentucky and that you and I were just friends. He suspects it was more, but he really thinks you’re gone.”

He buried his head between my legs and I played with his brown hair. “Why would you tell him that? I ain’t afraid of his pu**y ass. You let him confront me and I’ll show his ass what a real man looks like. I don’t need to lay a hand on a woman to feel good about myself.”

I let go of his head and wiped away the tears that were falling. “I told him you left to protect you. I don’t want you fighting for me. I definitely don’t want you involved in my mess.”

He ran his hands up my legs as he climbed up on the bed beside me. “Your mess is my mess, don’t you get that by now? We’re in whatever this is, together. You’re not alone anymore. You have me. Damn, woman, would you stop tryin’ to push me away when all I want to do is be with you? Are you that messed up from his abuse that you can’t see how much I want you for myself?” He kissed the side of my face and traced the back of his hand down between my br**sts, before stopping it on my stomach, while his lips brushed my ear. “I’m not afraid to fight for what I want, darlin’, and you know better than anyone that I always get what I want.”

I closed my eyes and attempted to focus on the situation and not the fact that we were naked and my body was already reacting to his touch.

His hand slid down to my hips, traveling even further until it traced around the lips of my sex. A fire started between my legs that was leading to an apparent volcanic eruption. “Conner…”

“Shh, just let me love you.” In one swift move his fingers breached my opening and spread my lips. I felt them sliding inside of me right before his thumb rubbed firmly over my clit. Conner knew how to bend his fingers just the right way to send me climbing the ceiling in ecstasy. As his movements quickened, so did the tiny moans escaping my mouth. He pressed his mouth against mine and teased me with his tongue, not letting me touch it. The more he teased me with it, the more I fought to feel it mingle with mine. He licked my chin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”