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I felt my zipper coming down and kept my eyes on the road. A cold hand slid down into my pants. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat as I felt her grabbing my girth into her hands. She moaned against my ear.

I lifted up my hips to give her the extra room to gain a better grasp on my package. Amy shocked me when she kissed on my ear and started making her way down to my pants. "Whoa, Blaze, I need to get a shower, I'm all sweaty."

I felt her tongue lick on the tip of my cock. "I love the way you taste," she said before taking my length into her mouth. At one point I felt myself swerving off the side of the road. I steadied my speed and
paid attention to staying in my lane as Amy's head began bobbing up and down. I took my right hand and slid it down her back until I could grab one of her ass cheeks. She moaned and it vibrated against my skin. I was rock hard by the time we got close enough to start seeing the barns at the farm. I tapped on her back and watched as she released her lips from my dick. When she saw where we were, she looked sad. I heard the seatbelt unbuckle and watched her tearing down her pants. In the matter of seconds she was straddling me. I couldn't believe how easy it slid in. She wrapped her arms around me and started moving her body up and down.

"Fuck, baby. Hold on." She held on as I pulled over to the side of the road. "I need both of my hands for this."

She leaned her body back against the steering wheel, allowing me enough room to grab both of those perfect tits. I watched her bite down on her lip as she began to rock up and down faster. We were limited in space, but it didn't make it feel any different. The spontaneity of what we were doing made it even hotter. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face toward mine. Our lips met and soon our tongues were dancing around each other. She put her hands onto the roof of the truck and grinded into me harder. I took my thumb and started rubbing her little clit hard. Her cries became frequent and I could feel the walls of her pussy trying to push me out. "That's it, Blaze." I grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed it as she cried out one more time. Watching the expression on her face was enough for me to go ahead and finish. I held her tight as I finished inside of her. She fell against my chest and calmed her breathing. "Sorry, I needed that."

"Darlin' you can do that every damn day if you want."

She giggled and kissed my lips again. "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for waiting so long for me, Conner."

I kissed her again. "The pleasure is all mine, Blaze. You were worth the wait."

She climbed off of me and started putting her pants back on. "You're just saying that because I attacked you in front of your farm. I feel like I'm horny all the time. It's crazy. Do you think it's because I'm pregnant?"

I shook my head and started to pull up the dirt lane
. "Nah, it's because your man is so sexy."

She smacked my arm again and started to laugh. "Shut up!"

"Seriously, you can't resist my sexiness."

She looked out the window, trying to ignore me. "You talk about Ty, but you are so much like him it's sick."

"He wishes he was as cool as me."

"If you keep talking like that, you're going to be hit by lightning or something, you vain ass."

I laughed some more as we pulled up in front of the house. "You love me."

"Yeah, I have no idea why." She giggled.

"I'll remind you of them later."

She jumped out of the truck before I could say anymore. I knew she wasn't mad at me. Our little quickie was hot, but it didn't make me forget that I knew something was bothering her and I wasn't about to forget about it, until I knew what it was.

Chapter 7

Amy

It was wrong for me to not have told Conner about the phone call. I knew he could sense that something happened. As much as I wanted to share everything with him, I
couldn’t get him all upset over something that was probably nothing at all. Rick could threaten me all he wanted, as long as he didn't come near me.

I got back into the swing of things in the next few weeks. Work kept me occupied during the day and by the time I went home at night I was exhausted from standing. Conner continued to urge me to stop working as frequently as every darn day. He didn't understand the relationships that
I had built with my clients. I couldn't just stop doing their hair.

Miranda had started working two days a week with me and on those days we just rode
together. I swear Conner called me more than normal when he didn’t drive me. I realized that this was his first real relationship and that he had a lot to learn, however he had forgotten the part about giving me some space.

I think it was just my new mood swings. I found myself to be more cranky than ever. I was exhausted after working long days and
didn’t have patience for anything. Miranda said I was the bitchiest pregnant women she had ever been around. I'm not even going to get started on everything Ty said about my attitude. I guess it didn't help that we were living under the same roof.

Conner had invited me to go to Kentucky with him for four days. I rearranged all of my clients and made sure tha
t I would be all his during our trip. Since I hadn't really ever gone anywhere, I was more than excited to see where he grew up. It was also going to be nice to have someone on one time with his mother, who I really liked.

People didn't understand how hard it was for me to be estranged from my mother. Sure she wasn't exactly a good mother, but I still hated that she didn't want to be a part of my life.

So, what I thought was going to be a long private ride to Kentucky, turned out to have a few added passengers. I hadn't realized the real reason why Conner wanted to travel back to his hometown, until Miranda said she was coming too. It was the anniversary of their father's death. Apparently, they did this family thing where they visited his grave and paid their respects. I think it meant a lot to their mother that they were all there for each other.

We all packed into the Mitchell family Jeep Cherokee, without an extra seat to spare. We left at night time, thinking the kids would sleep for the whole ride, but we were mistaken.

Jake cried almost the entire ride, due to teething. Jax chewed on his whole hand and drooled all over his clothes. Bella wanted to stop at every single McDonald's.

Conner and I sat back in the third row, cuddled up together. I had to smile just knowing that he was taking me home with him. We were doing things way out of order, except it somehow made sense for Conner. He was never a kind of person to follow everyone else's standards. Since I'd never been to the ranch, Ty
thought it would be funny to tease me for the whole ride, so while Miranda managed the three children, Ty drove and kept us occupied with his nonsense.

"Did you know that the Mitchell Ranch was once a plantation that Abraham Lincoln owned?"

I looked at Conner, who for some reason thought it would be funny to go along with Ty's lies. He nudged me and smiled when I gave my attention back to Ty. "That's so cool." I didn't know enough about history to question him. I thought he was really filling me in on the history. Miranda stayed quiet in the front seat, not making a peep. I should have known.

"Yep, did you ever hear of the Underground Railroad? The old barns have secret hideaways under the floor boards where the slaves would hide while they ran from their owners."

"That is amazing." I turned to Conner. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

He shrugged and just shook his head.

"Conner used to take girls down there and steal their virginity."

Immediately, I felt his hand grab mine. "That is horseshit! Amy he is blowing smoke up your ass."

"Language!" Miranda yelled from the front seat.

Ty was almost hunched over the steering wheel laughing so hard. "Come on, that shit was funny and you know it."

"Daddy, you said a bad word" Bella added.

I looked from Conner to the front seat. "So, how much was true?"

"None of it!" Miranda revealed.

"Sorry, Iz." Ty looked in the rear view mirror at her and then back to me. "Gullible."

"That is really not cool. I believed you." I slapped Conner's leg. "You could have told me."

He laughed "Sorry, Blaze. You look cute when you get angry. I just wanted to see you scrunch up that little face of yours."

I rolled my eyes and ignored the fact that I had been so naive to believe Tyler Mitchell of all people.

Once we reached Kentucky, I was completely exhausted. I'd t
ried to sleep in the car, but there was just too much going on for that to happen. The ranch was gigantic. I knew that family had money, but my God, they really had money. The main house was enormous and I couldn't believe that only two people were living in it. Colt and Van's house was down a long dirt road and Conner's mother's house was even further away on the property.

Of course, her house was small compared to the other two. It was still big, especially for just her and John. At Christmas time they were bickering about what house they would live in once they were married. I could tell how excited Conner was to be home. He snatched up his mother and spun her around, but finally sat her back down. She smoothed out her clothes before turning her attention to me. "How are you feeling these days? How is my grandbaby doing?"

Instinctively, I placed my hand on my belly. "I guess good. We have our first sonogram next week. Conner thinks it’s going to be a boy."

She placed her hand on my belly. "Conner thinks he knows everything."

"Because I do!" He added.

Miss Karen looked over at her son and shook her head "Hardheaded, that's what you are. Go show Amy where ya'll are sleeping so she can put her stuff in there."

Conner led me back to his bedroom. It was weird seeing how he lived before he moved to North Carolina. I sat my purse down on his double sized bed and sat down. Shelves filled the walls and sitting on top of each one were old antique tractors. There were two posters on the back of his door of two naked pin-up models. I tried not to cringe at the thought of what he may or may not have done while looking at them. Conner sat my larger bag next to his dresser and sat down on the bed next to me. He caught my eye just as I was turning away from the posters.

"Yeah, I reckon I should take them down." He stood up and walked over to the door. Before he could say anything, his mother came in.

She put her hands on her hips. "Conner Healy! Amy, I am so sorry dear. I thought I got them all. I guess I never looked at the back of his damn door." She grabbed the posters out of his hand and started crumpling them up. He made a face like she was killing his best friend. She said something under her breath as she walked out of the room.

"She said she thought she got them all. Was there more?"

He took his hat off and scratched his head, while he smile answered the question. "A few."

I laughed and laid down on the bed. When I did, I could see a square from where a poster had been on his ceiling. "My God, were they all naked?"

He shrugged his shoulders and jumped on the bed next to me. His finger traced my lips. "Does it make you jealous?"

I don't know why, but it did. I wasn't about to admit that to him. "No way!"

"Blaze, you're pretty damn sexy yourself. How about I pin up a naked picture of you on my ceiling?"

I smacked his chest as he fell into me laughing. "Since I sleep in bed with you, I would say that you don't need that."

I stood up when I saw a bunch of pictures on his mirror. There were a bunch of Conner with people I didn't recognize, and most of them were with females. Blonde, gorgeous, young females.

He stood up and walked up behind me. I felt his hands reaching around my waist. "That's my past, Blaze."

I hoped it was the truth. Never in my years of marriage with Rick had I ever cared about losing him, the way I cared about losing Conner. If he left me for another woman, I would be devastated. I looked at him through the mirror. "I know."

A little later, we were headed to the cemetery to pay respects to his father. The boys were being cranky, so Mrs. Karen decided to wait and go with Ty and Miranda once the boys had their naps.

Bella had already disappeared to Colt and Van's house. She was so excited to see Noah that she barely spent a second with her grandmother.

As we pulled into the cemetery I could almost see Conner's demeanor changing. My tough man was putting up a shield as the emotions of losing his parent was all being reminded. It took him
a couple minutes to locate his headstone. We parked fairly close and started walking through the grass to reach where his father had been buried. It wasn’t anything fancy. It had his name, his birthday and the date he died. I reached out and intertwined my fingers with Conner's. Even when I squeezed them tighter, he kept his still. He stared at that stone, then finally crouched down to be face to face with it. I crouched down beside him and watched him take his free hand and trace the part that read 'beloved father'.