Wanting More (7 page)

Conner’s voice vibrated against my head. “Be there in a minute.”

He didn’t let go of me at first. When I started to pull away, he wiped away my tears. “We are short some players and I have to go shoot my match. Pull your car around the side and get your things. Here’s my truck keys. Wait for me in it.”

I started to argue with him. “Conner, I can’t go…”

“Do what I said, Blaze. Please.”

He kissed me on the head and walked into the bar.

After moving my car, I climbed inside of Conner’s truck. People were standing outside of the bar smoking cigarettes, and I knew they could see me crying, but none of them approached me. After around thirty minutes, Conner climbed into the driver’s seat and I handed him his keys.  “This is a bad idea.”

“Goin’ home is a bad idea. This ain’t about me and you, it’s about keepin’ you safe.”

I rolled my eyes. “Conner, being with you is a different kind of danger.”

He said nothing as he pulled out of the parking lot and I was honestly too afraid to look over to see his reaction. I couldn’t understand how Conner was always around when things went bad with Rick.

We pulled up at the motel and all of the memories of our last visit came back to my mind. “You should just leave me here. I can get a ride into town in the morning.”

Conner shook his head and ignored me as he walked into the motel’s office. When he came out he pointed to the room and I climbed out of the truck. He grabbed my hand and placed the key in it. “I will pick you up in the mornin’ when the sun comes up. Don’t open the door for anyone but me. If you need anything you call me.”

I was shocked that he was taking my advice and leaving me to stay alone. Part of me felt empowered, but the rest of me felt abandoned by the one person that I could be completely honest with. The problem was, asking Conner to stay was asking for much more than a shoulder to cry on.

He waited for me to get inside before he turned and walked away. I leaned against the other side of the door while listening to his truck door shut.  Since I had nothing to change into, I simply stepped out of my jeans and walked into the bathroom to check on my head.

I turned the sink on and washed off my face. The skin under my eyes was so swollen from crying. After washing off the dried blood, the little cut seemed to be nothing but a flesh wound. My head was pounding, but it was also from crying so much.

I took off my jacket and slowly undressed to get a hot shower. I just wanted the water to beat down on me and wash away the emotional pain I was feeling. I wanted to disappear, if even for a moment, to pretend that my life was anything but what it was.

When the water started to get cold, I turned it off and picked my clothes up off the floor. Since I was alone and locked in my room, I figured I could just sleep under the covers while wrapped up in a towel. I’d no sooner climbed into bed, when I heard a vehicle pulling up.

Out of fear, I hopped up to the window and looked out. Conner climbed out of his truck with bags in his hand and approached the door. I never hesitated when I opened the door and let him walk in, but once I realized that all I had around my body was a towel, I freaked.

Chapter 7

Conner

I’d thought about leaving her there and letting her be alone like she’d asked, but it just didn’t set right with me. Amy didn’t need to be alone, she needed a friend. Hell, I was pretty darn sure that I was the only one that knew what was going on with the girl. I couldn’t understand how her own family had turned their backs on her. My family would have never done that to me, even if they threatened to.

I got about a mile down the road before I realized that Amy probably hadn’t eaten anything, so I stopped at a drive-thru and got us both something for dinner. Since it was only around eight in the evening, everything was open. Of course, I had no idea what the woman liked. Hell, she could have been a vegetarian for all I knew.

I ended up ordering a couple things, including a salad, before heading back to the room.

Nothing could have prepared me for when she opened that door in just a towel. I could feel my damn dick growing arms and trying to bust open my zipper from inside of my jeans. To say that her body did things to me, was an understatement.

Amy backed away from the door and secured the towel tighter around her body. I ran back to the truck and grabbed my duffle bag. I still had a few shirts in there that had never been worn. I don’t know why I hadn’t taken it in the house, but it turned out to be a good thing.

When I got back in the room, I could tell she felt uncomfortable. I opened up the food bags and tried not to make eye contact with her. “Listen, I got down the road and realized that you might be hungry, so I got a couple things and came back.”

She smiled and pulled out the bag of fries. “I haven’t eaten all day actually.”

I ripped open the bag and spread out all of the food. She grabbed the chair and sat across from me. “Just take whatever you want. I had a sandwich before I went to pool.”

Amy shook her head and started splitting everything. “There is plenty for two people. Besides, you bought it. I don’t know how I am ever going to repay you for saving me twice, Conner.”

I winked at her before taking a bite of a burger. “Don’t mention it, darlin’. You just need to figure out a way to get away from it all. This can’t continue to happen, you know that, right?”

She agreed and picked at her food. “It’s just not that easy. I wish it were. Trust me, I really do. I’ve stayed up at night thinking of other options. Conner, I have nothing to my name. He owns my business, my bank accounts, and even my cell phone is in his name. The car I drive is in his name. If I leave him, it’s with the shirt on my back.” She started to cry again and I couldn’t help but reach my hand out to her.

“Listen, I don’t know anything about being a good friend. Hell, I know I ain’t no good at it, but since I’m here I’ll do whatever I can. Even if it’s just gettin’ you a room and keepin’ you safe.”

She looked at me like I had three heads. “Why are you being so nice to me? The last time we were here, I told you I hated you because you were taunting me with sexual innuendos.”

I held up my hand to speak without her interrupting. “I can see that you’re in trouble and I’m not the kind of guy to stand around and do nothin’ when I’m the only person that knows the truth. If you want this to stay a secret, than I reckon you and I have to at least be friends.”

I wanted more from her and by now she had to know it. For months I had made my intentions clear, with the stipulation that she wasn’t wearing that damn ring. If she was smart, she would pawn the fucker and take the money to start a new life.

I pointed to the bag I brought in. “There are still clean shirts in there. Just pick out something so you can stop holding onto that towel like it is guarding a treasure. I don’t know why you’re bein’ so shy anyway. I already seen you naked, Blaze, and trust me when I say, it’s somethin’ I will never forget.”

Her face turned red as she grabbed the duffel bag and headed into the bathroom. When she came out she was in one of my t-shirts. The first thing I noticed was her perky nipples were hard and the second was how sexy her legs looked. She turned her head when she caught me checking her out and started to clean up the trash on the table. “Were you done eating?”

I gathered up my trash and stuck it back in the bag. “Yeah.”

While she looked around the room for something to bide her time, I grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. When I got to a movie channel, I kicked off my shoes and laid on my stomach across the bottom of the bed. This particular room had two double beds instead of one queen size, so Amy sat down on the other one. She pulled her shirt down, making sure it covered her legs. I noticed her fidgeting right away. “Are you that afraid of me?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Honestly, after all your visits to the salon, I don’t know what to expect. I mean, here we are, back where we started. It’s like
déjà vu.”

“Well, if you could have a redo of our first encounter here at this hotel, how would it all play out?” This was going to be interesting. She could answer this several ways and all of them could get her in a heap of trouble. I may have been holding back with the jokes, but I wanted to explore every single inch of that woman’s body and sooner or later, it was going to happen.

“You really want me to answer that? You do remember how you acted don’t you?” She rested her head on her hand and looked more serious about our conversation, like it was some kind of debate.

“Sure, but I also remember how you came on to me.”

She covered her face with her hands and laid flat on her back on the bed. “That is not how it happened.”

I put both of my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling. I didn’t have to think hard about that night, because it had been on my damn mind every day since. “I remember waking up to your hands all over me.”

Amy sat up and swung her legs around until she was sitting up facing me. “I…that was…a mistake!”

I started laughing and looked her in the eyes. “Clearly.”

She gave me an evil look . “You took advantage of me being vulnerable.”

“Look Blaze, you can twist that night around however you want, but if I wouldn’t have stopped you, I can assure you that we wouldn’t be hiding out from your abusive husband in this old ass hotel.”

She looked appalled. Her mouth opened and at first she was speechless. She put her hands on her hips and stood up, like she meant business. “You’re wrong. I would have stopped you.”

I sat up and swung my feet in front of her, pulling her by the waist so that she was closer to me, then I looked up at her shocked face. When I stood up and grabbed her chin, she didn’t pull away. “As much as I enjoyed teasin’ you, I am dead serious when I say that I know for sure you wouldn’t have stopped me then, or if I tried to touch you right now.” I could tell she was getting aggravated with me and pushing her was probably going to get me slapped, but I was sick of beating around the bush.

“You promised you wouldn’t touch me.” Tears filled her eyes.

I wiped them away with my fingers. “I lied.” My lips pressed against Amy’s. Just like my stolen kisses before, I pulled away before she could reciprocate. I cupped her face in my hands and waited for her to push me away. After a few seconds I kissed her again. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her eyes were still closed from our kiss. I looked down at her puffy lips and couldn’t wait to feel them again. This woman needed to be consumed. She needed to know that she was sexy as hell and desired, and I wanted to be the guy to show her.

When she didn’t reply, I brushed my mouth against hers. “Tell me you want me to stop, Blaze.”

I could feel her increased breathing as she spoke. “I don’t!”

Chapter 8

Amy

I was tired of denying myself happiness; tired of living in an endless pool of regret; tired of being cut down until I hated to look at myself in the mirror. Here was this man in front of me; this beautiful man that awakened parts of me that I thought were lost forever.

I wanted to feel the passion he was offering. I was tired of falling asleep at night wondering what this man was really like. I wanted him. I needed him.

Conner’s eyes got big after I gave him the go-ahead. He took both of my hands and placed them on his chest, over his shirt. “I’m not used to takin’ things slow, darlin.” He brought his hand up and ran it against my cheek. “Turn around.”

I was confused, but did as he told me. I took my hands off of his chest and glanced at him one last time before turning around. I wasn’t used to trusting someone, in fact, I found myself sleeping with one eye open to keep myself safe.

Conner’s hands started on my shoulders and slowly made their way down both of my arms. His touch was warm and with only the t-shirt I was wearing keeping me from feeling his fingers, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

When he got to my fingers, he laced his hands into mine and leaned his head into my neck. “Darlin’, as much as I want this, I need you to be sure, because once we start this we ain’t stoppin’.”

I could feel him tracing my left hand, particularly my ring finger. I knew what he was asking. I let my back lean against his chest. My eyes closed and I let myself forget about everything except Conner. “Don’t stop.” It was a whisper, but he heard me loud and clear. I knew because I felt him removing the ring from my finger and letting it fall to the floor. I heard it drop and hit the floor and felt weak in my knees with anticipation of what was coming.

Conner let my hands fall as he moved his fingers over my abdomen. His lips drug over my ear and his heated breath tickled me. With his hands moving along my stomach, his t-shirt that once covered my ass, was lifting up. I bit down on my lip thinking about him  being behind me and holding me the way he was. When I opened my eyes, I noticed him watching what he was doing in the mirror across from us. My shirt was lifted high enough to reveal that I wasn’t wearing any panties and when he caught my gaze through our reflection, I saw him smiling.

I wanted to turn around and face him; to look in those green eyes and get lost in his kisses, but he steadied my stance and continued sliding his hands higher, finally reaching the underneath of my breasts. My nipples began to tingle just knowing he was so close to touching them. I’d imagined this moment so many times in my head, even when I wanted to hate him. Conner continued to kiss my neck as he grabbed the ends of the shirt and slowly lifted it up over my breasts.  He watched himself in the mirror, lightly running his fingertips on my nipples.

I licked my lips and concentrated on breathing. His voice whispered in my ear. “You’re more perfect than I remember.”

My chest moved up and down as I tried to keep my breathing controlled. Conner grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face around, so he could kiss me. I reached one arm up and grabbed the back of his neck, while I tried to turn my body to face him. He held his body firmly against mine and continued his tongue filled kisses from behind me.