Wanting More (Mitchell Family #5)(9)
Author: Jennifer Foor

He had told me that, every single time.

I closed my eyes and tried to look away from him. “He says I’m a whore.”

Conner rested his head on his elbow and traced my chin with his fingers. I’d never been so close to someone and had these kind of feelings. I hated him for so many reasons, but found him so utterly desirable that I couldn’t make a choice about how I really felt. When he touched me, with even the slightest touch, I could feel it through my whole body. I kept reminding myself why I was there, in a hotel room with him. I pleaded with my mind to stop looking at his muscles and the way his skin was so sun kissed, or how his crystal green eyes were almost looking through me.

Conner put his hand down but kept looking at me. “Do you feel like a whore?”

His question caught me off guard and I got defensive. “Of course not! I mean, I partied a bunch when I was younger and ran off to Vegas with a guy, but no! Never!”

He started laughing at my response.

“What’s so funny?”

“Do you even know the definition of a whore, Blaze?”

I laid on my back and faced the ceiling instead of trying to not look at his hard ni**les and the skin I thought about touching. “Yes, I know what a whore is. If I looked it up in the dictionary, it would probably be your picture.”

This caused him to laugh even harder. “I’ve never been paid for my services, first of all, and secondly, not one woman has ever said that about me, with the exception of my sister. She doesn’t count anyway. Look, can you really tell me that there is something wrong with being turned on by getting a woman off? I like doing it. I bet you’ve never even been with someone whose sole intentions were to make you come like you never have before. Until you experience that, don’t talk about what kind of man I am.”

Oh God! I needed to lock myself in the bathroom before I attacked this fine man and made myself the biggest hypocrite to ever exist. “Can I go to sleep now or do I need to take my pillow in the tub?”

He laid down and looked at the ceiling. “That’s what I thought. Goodnight Blaze. Sweet dreams.”

I clicked off the light and laid there waiting for him to say something else, but he never spoke. When I felt like he was asleep, I turned over to look at the gorgeous man I was lying in bed with. I’d never even considered cheating on my husband, or being with another man ever again, but if I had to pick one man to spend one endless night with, I would pick Conner Healy. Sure, he was totally conceited and thought his shit didn’t stink, but I needed someone that wouldn’t ever want anything with me again.

I considered the benefits as well as the trouble it would cause. I thought about Rick and the love that didn’t exist between us anymore. I felt so alone and here was this sexy ass man, lying so close to me that I could smell his skin. If I didn’t know we were alone in that room, I would have sworn someone picked up my hand and made me touch him. As my hand touched his chest, I felt his hand coming on top of it. He let out a laugh and turned to face me, while still holding my hand. “Took you long enough. Most girls can’t make it five minutes.”

I went right for his mouth. “Just shut up.” His soft lips welcomed me, along with his tongue. I felt Conner’s hand digging into my hair as he pulled himself into our kiss deeper. Our tongues touched and I felt it heating up between my legs. I was instantly burning up, like someone had lit a match to my libido. I pulled away. “I’ve never done this before.”

He kissed my forehead, which I found out of character for his cocky side. “You should get some sleep, darlin’. It’s been a rough night for you and I know this ain’t what you really want.”

He laid down beside me and turned around like he wanted nothing to do with me. I felt so rejected by yet another man. What was I doing wrong? Had I just tried to cheat on my husband, only to be rejected anyway?

Shoot me now!

Chapter 5

Conner

Denying myself a piece of that little hot thing was hard, but I knew she wasn’t ready. Her little fragile body wanted a pity f**k and normally I would have been all over that shit, except something about the girl made me reconsider. Sure, I’d slept with my share of women who were just trying to get back at someone and for a while the idea of just getting my dick wet satisfied me enough, but this girl was different for some reason. As much as that excited me, it also terrified me the same. I wasn’t used to really caring so much. Maybe it was just the fact that she meant so much to my sister, who of all the people in the world, I loved more than myself. Whatever the case was, I was lying beside her with a big fat woody and a soon to be case of blue balls.

I could hear her crying from the opposite side of the bed and this time I knew I was the cause. I didn’t want her to feel rejected, but she was married and had just been too beaten inside and out for me to take advantage of her. Once I let the parts of my body that didn’t understand calm down, I let out a sigh and rolled over to face her trembling frail body. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her back in my chest. Amy cried softly as she ran her hand down my arm and held it at my wrist, keeping my arm tight against her abdomen. I never spoke to her, nor did I move my hand from where it sat.

I don’t know whether I fell asleep before she stopped crying, but when I opened my eyes again it was morning. The sun shined through the old stained up tan curtains. I wanted to check and see what time it was, but my body was still pressed against Amy’s.

This was usually the time where I slid myself away from the girl’s body and made a fast exit, except this time I never moved. I liked being there, feeling like I was the reason she was safe.

I closed my eyes, feeling comfortable enough to where I could go back to sleep. I’d no sooner done so when I heard a cell phone ringing and it wasn’t mine. Amy jumped up out of the bed and went running for her purse. I don’t think she realized that she was only wearing my shirt and her little panties underneath when she reached down on the floor to grab the purse. I’d already gotten an eyeful of her little ass before she stood up straight and looked at me mortified, pulling down the shirt further to prevent from seeing me again.

She tossed the phone back down into her purse and went to say something to me, but just walked into the bathroom instead.

I put my hands behind my head and chuckled to myself. I was driving her crazy and I knew it. I also knew that in her current situation, I was the only friend who knew her secret. For some reason, I was willing to go any route to get to know a little bit more of Amy Ussery.