Connor (The Kendall Family Series Book 2)

by Randi Everheart

  For the first time, she thought about betraying Seth, whether turning him in to the cops, or sabotaging his plans, or maybe doing to him what he intended for Sophia: kidnap him, tie him up, and then have her way with him until he finally realized he loved her as she loved him, and that they were meant to be together.

  Then she had a better idea. What if she killed Sophia? With the object of Seth’s affection gone, Jess would be all that was left to him. She could make it seem like an accident. And if Seth still rejected her, well, then, she’d just let him know that she’d done it on purpose while telling him to fuck off. The asshole didn’t seem to think she’d strike back at him. Good. Let him think that. He wouldn’t see it coming that way.

  That was it then. She’d made up her mind. Now she just had to figure out how to get away with it. Maybe she could make it look like Seth had offed Sophia, so the cops would send him away. They were probably already looking for him for what he’d done to that little bitch Sophia, and with his history, no one would believe his claims that Jess had done it instead. The asshole could rot in prison while thinking about what Jess had done to him. To Sophia.

  She looked up at him then, malice all over her face. Never before had she hated him. Resented, yes. Been mad at, certainly. But murderous? Maybe she should just kill Seth instead.

  He didn’t notice her expression, preoccupied as he was, and she wiped the look from her face with considerable effort. Good thing Mark wasn’t there. He’d gone home after midnight and would soon be back with food and other stuff.

  I’ll leave with Mark when he gets here, she thought, not eager to spend time with the loser, but that was better than staying with Seth right now. I need to pull myself together. And get supplies for my plans.

  “How could she?” Seth finally said, slowing his pacing.

  Jess didn’t answer. The fucker could calm himself down. She’d made her final effort to be nice to the son of a bitch. She bit her lip to keep herself from saying something cruel, like every woman would let Connor Kendall fuck her, so why wouldn’t Sophia? Her eyes went to the telescope, itching for a peek. What were they doing now? Still fucking?

  Seth stopped. “He did this. He seduced her. He took advantage of her. That bastard. How could he do that?” He turned to Jess and asked, “How could any man trick her like that? What did he do, make promises he’d love her forever or something? That son of a bitch.”

  Suddenly bored, Jess asked, “What are you gonna do, Seth?”

  “I don’t know. Gotta get her out of there. Now. Or tonight. Before he defiles her again.”

  Defiled. Yes, thought Jess. Somebody needs to be defiled alright. “How? How are you gonna get her?”

  “Let me think. They got that damn security system so we gotta get in before they turn it on.”

  Jess asked, “How do you know they got that?”

  Frowning, Seth replied, “Saw it when my mother made me go there for dinner once.”

  “So maybe we can turn it off.”

  He sneered. “And how the fuck am I supposed to turn it off? You got the fucking code?”

  That gave her an idea, but instead of telling it to Seth, she first asked, “Can you see him enter it through that thing?” She nodded at the telescope.

  “Can’t see that wall.”

  “Okay, so be inside when he turns it off so we can see.”

  “That’s real fucking smart. Why don’t I just walk in and ask him for it?”

  “Stop being a fucking douche. I can get the damn code. They don’t know I’m with you.”

  She had a point, but he snidely asked, “You’re just gonna ask?”

  She rose. “Yeah.”

  “And why the fuck is he gonna tell you? You gonna blow him first?”

  “No, you fucking asshole. I’m gonna go down there tonight with Mark and we’re gonna check in like we’re a fucking couple. And when he sets the goddamn alarm, I’ll be standing right there. If I don’t see it, I’ll ask how the fuck am I supposed to get out without setting off the alarm in the middle of the night, and he’ll probably tell me the fucking code. You fucking dick.”

  She enjoyed that. She really did. Especially when he didn’t say anything, the expression on his face loudly declaring it was a good idea that might actually work, so much so that he had nothing mean to say for once.

  “Well shit, girl,” he said, looking impressed, “that might fucking work. Wait a minute. Mark’s got a broken nose. They’ll recognize him from the other night.”

  “They don’t know that. She punched him, is all. Don’t know it broke.”

  “Yeah. Okay. But she knows you. She won’t buy it.”

  Jess shrugged. “Haven’t seen her in years. I’ll dye my hair black. Tired of pink anyway. She won’t know it’s me.”

  “Need another name, too.”

  Kidding, she asked, “How about Jezebel?”

  He snorted. “That’s spot-on.”

  She swallowed a retort. “Lacy. I’ll go with that.”

  “Whatever. Just don’t be stupid about it.”

  “Stupid about what?” Mark asked as he arrived, dragging a full duffel bag behind him.

  “Hey, you got cash with you?” Seth asked him.

  Mark shrugged, suspicious. He was tired of the jobless Seth always taking money from him. Work at the gas station didn’t pay shit as it was. Sometimes he happened to be handing Seth cash right before Seth made Jess fuck him, and he swore it made him feel like he was a john paying a pimp for a whore. His face darkened as he asked, “Why?”

  “Need cash for the inn. You two are going on a fucking date.” Seth snickered. Jess shot him a look as Mark cocked an eyebrow. “You need a dress or something, too, Jess, not that shit you’re always wearing. Shave those damn legs of yours, too. Stubble don’t look right on a lady. Not that you would know. Girls like you don’t go to places like that. No one would take you.”

  Flushing, Jess pretended she wasn’t offended. “I know I ain’t no lady. Don’t need you to tell me.” Honestly, maybe she should just kill him right now. Suddenly she didn’t know what she’d ever seen in him. She felt the all-too-familiar weight of depression in her chest.

  They worked out a few more details and filled in Mark, who didn’t want to play along with the scheme but kept his mouth shut. Going on a pretend date with the girl he loved annoyed him. The idea of her in a dress, possibly smelling of perfume, maybe even looking lovely, made his heart ache as he realized that it would all be a show of a life he’d never live. He felt inferior just thinking about it.

  Once everything was settled, Seth turned and started down a trail.

  “Where you going?” Jess asked, picking up the telescope. She didn’t care what his answer was, only whether she had time for a peek down at the two lovebirds in the inn without him being a dick about it.

  “A fucking walk,” Seth said, disappearing.

  “C’mon,” Mark began, “let’s go.”

  “Wait a minute.” She put the telescope to her eye and trained it on Connor’s bedroom, then gasped. Sophia had mounted him and was sliding up and down on his shaft, which gleamed with her wetness in the morning sun. Jess couldn’t see their faces, as Sophia’s back was to her, but the view was spectacular. Even from behind, Sophia was beautiful, and for once Jess felt no jealousy, just admiration. Maybe it was a shame to kill her, something so beautiful. Maybe she should just do a murder-suicide with Seth, the two evil fucks going out together.

  But she wanted to live. To live like what she was watching down below. To find someone who made her feel like she was that beautiful. The fact that she wasn’t was beside the point. How she felt was what mattered. And Seth made her feel like shit, like she was already half dead. Made her feel that way every day, she realized.

  She put it from her mind and imagined Connor beneath her as she rode that lovely cock of his. That she’d now seen it gave her a big thrill. She couldn’t help imagining it sliding in and out of her. Her pussy soaked with arousal, her nipples harden
ing. This was the best show on Earth. After another few minutes, the two lovers pulled apart and lay down together. Jess sighed in disappointment.

  With the show over but her panties soaked, Jess turned to Mark, the idea of a pretend date with him not as obnoxious as she once would’ve thought. Just as a moment ago she’d imagined herself to be with Connor, she could imagine that she and Mark were a couple for real tonight, that it wasn’t all a show. That she was Lacy Johnson, a woman who wore dresses, and whose man took her to a fancy bed-and-breakfast, to make love to her. Her gaze turned lustful as her eyes dropped to the soft bulge hanging down one side of his jeans. And before she knew what she was doing, she began yanking off his pants.

  Chapter 10 – Sunrise Meadow

  For the second time that morning, Sophia woke in Connor’s arms, which gripped her lovingly as she lay face-down atop him, her head on his bare chest. This time she was radiant, the pleasant memory of their escapade still soothing her. His skin felt warm against hers from her cheek down her breasts, belly, and thighs to her calves and feet. She never wanted to leave but finally looked up to see if he’d woken. His smiling eyes greeted hers.

  Connor whispered. “I want to bring you into the shower, worship every inch as I wash you.”

  She kissed his chest. “Expect the same from me.”

  They slid out of bed and walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom, ogling each other. She enjoyed a different perspective of Connor’s half-erection bobbing playfully with each step. She felt a spasm between her legs as he opened the glass shower, turned on the water, and led her by the hand onto the wet tiles, where a matching tile bench was attached to one wall. Both of them easily fit in the shower and kissed under the gentle cascade for a while.

  Each felt so different, all glistening and wet. Her hard nails and nipples contrasted with her soft breasts, lips, and lush ass, the ultimate softness between her thighs tempting his hardening cock. He pulled back and took the soap, working up a huge lather as she pushed out her tits. He took one in each hand as she threw her head back, wet red hair dangling as he mercilessly teased her nipples.

  “Oh my God, Connor. You’re making me so wet.”

  “Good,” he huskily replied, moving to her neck, across her shoulders, down her belly to her womanhood and then up to her scalp. Each time he teased her aching nipples, caressing, pinching, twirling. He got down on his knees and washed legs and feet, taking care to play with her wiggling toes as he spread sensations all the way down.

  When he stood back up, she got her own handful of soapsuds and went to work on his chest, eyeing the proud erection that had arisen by now. Sophia slowly worked down his beautiful belly, taking care to not touch his penis while stimulating it all the same. She washed the pubic bone firmly, making his cock wiggle in the air. She “accidentally” brushed against his manhood again while washing his inner thighs. When she put her arms around him to wash his back while facing him, she let her nipples graze his chest as if unaware of their proximity. Both hands slid between his ass cheeks to brush against his anus once, twice, three times, the heat of him there surprising her. Soon she’d washed all of him except the prize.

  Sophia finally took Connor’s pendulous balls into one hand. He moaned, cock throbbing. She tugged on his sac to make his dick bob and then slowly worked her way up the shaft from the bottom.

  “Oh, God, Sophia. You’re so cruel.”

  She grinned and then rinsed his cock and balls, leaving the rest of him soapy. Sophia sat on the bench, the cool wetness of it at odds with her hot pussy. “Come here.”

  Heart pounding, Connor stepped so close that his dick brushed her lips. She kissed the shaft lovingly. She’d washed off the natural flavor of him, but his gorgeous cock tasted wonderful all the same when she flicked her tongue along the underside of his head. One hand squeezed his tight ass and then slid under his balls, across his perineum, brushing against his warm anus again and again. He spread his legs to give her access. With her other hand, she tugged on his sac, making his dick more sensitive by the moment.

  Connor couldn’t take it anymore. With one hand, he guided his penis to her lips and pressed in as she slowly opened her mouth to take him. Her lips closed around the head, tongue flicking again and again. He put one hand in her wet hair and gently pushed down. Sophia felt a sudden desire to do whatever her man wanted. She swallowed inch after inch, her tongue softly undulating against his pulsating manhood. Connor shuddered and gently rocked his hips back and forth, careful not to thrust too far.

  But Sophia opened wide and slid down until her eager lips closed around the base of his cock. Connor grunted in delighted surprise, looking down with wide eyes. Sophia gazed up, loving the view, his abs rippling with heavy breaths, water pouring over his sexy chest, warm brown eyes amazed and appreciative. The delight on his face made every hour she’d practiced on a dildo well worth it.

  She began to suck as if her life depended on it. Alternating between gentle and forceful, slow and fast, Sophia sucked Connor’s cock. What she lacked in experience on the real thing, for she hadn’t had much opportunity, she made up for with conviction. Connor watched, astounded, eyes taking in the sight of his dick sliding in and out of her perfect lips, her red hair cascading around his cock, boobs bobbing with the motion. He let her continue for a few minutes before stopping her.

  “I want you,” he croaked, hauling her to her feet.

  Sophia turned away, bent over, and looked back lustfully, the heat in her face almost making her feel faint. She had never felt particularly proud of her body, but with the way he stared at her, she showed herself off. He positioned his manhood by her pussy, soaping her back, ass to neck. She lifted her butt, grabbing a towel bar for support. Connor teased her once last time, hands soaping her breasts, belly and finally her pussy, his cock caressing her moist folds until Sophia couldn’t stand it anymore. She pushed back onto him and Connor thrust all the way in. He somehow filled her even more this way. Sophia shuddered.

  “Oh Connor. You feel incredible!”

  “So do you. Every inch of me is yours.”

  “I know.”

  She squeezed his penis with her pussy and didn’t let go for a few moments, nor did he make any attempt to get away. Quite the contrary, he felt wonderfully content to stay there forever.

  They began thrusting in sync. Something about the mutual effort and how they’d found their rhythm so easily turned both of them on. Within minutes Connor erupted inside her, his juices pouring from her pussy, the feel of it making Sophia cum harder than before so that she almost fell to her knees but for his arms holding her. She finally straightened up and leaned back into him, his hard cock still throbbing inside her as she craned her next to look up at him behind her. Their mouths and tongues furiously sought each other as he caressed everything he could reach.

  It seemed like forever before they finally finished, rinsed off, and stepped out of the shower, breathless and flushed. They lovingly toweled each other dry and retired to the bed for another rest. A short while later, when it seemed like Connor’s cock just couldn’t be tamed, Sophia mounted him.

  When Connor and Sophia finally went downstairs and entered the kitchen, Kris smirked and wordlessly hand a $20 to Riley.

  “Easiest twenty bucks I ever made,” said the Marine.

  “Did you bet each other that we’d…” Connor trailed off.

  “Yep,” said Riley. “We’d offer breakfast in bed, but it seems like you already had that.”

  Kris elbowed him in the ribs. “Now that you’re up, we’re leaving. Riley scouted around this morning and didn’t see any signs of trouble overnight.”

  Connor said, “Thanks for staying, guys. I owe you one. If Seth had any idea Riley was here, I’m sure he stayed away.”

  The Marine got up, motorcycle helmet in hand. “Call if you need anything. I’ll be at the winery.”

  Kris rose also, giving her little brother a look of approval. “I’ll leave you lovebirds alone.”

  “Actuall
y,” Connor began, “I was thinking we could go for a ride this afternoon.”

  Kris paused. “Okay, come by the stables at two. I’ll have Valentine and Indy ready. Have you ridden?” she asked Sophia.

  “I’ve taken lessons for years,” she replied. “I’m not in your league though, from what I hear.”

  “Don’t believe everything you hear,” Kris demurred, “especially from this guy. I’ll see you later.”

  As Kris left, Sophia turned to Connor, joking, “I thought you were the only thing I’d ride today.”

  He had a sudden image of her nude on the back of a horse, long red hair flying around her as she cantered through a field, her lush mounds bouncing, the dark triangle of pubic hair catching the sun. It would give new meaning to the term “bare back.” His cock stirred again.

  “If you don’t stop turning me on,” he said, leaning in to kiss her, “we’re never going to leave the house.”

  “Promise?” Sophia whispered as their lips met.

  With an effort, Connor pulled away. “I think you could use a day out in the sun, doing fun things. I want to take you to the winery for a tour.”

  Before leaving, she decided to call her mother. Seth might’ve had access to her phone and been texting awful things to whomever he pleased from her address book. She hadn’t thought of it until this morning. Sophia had already cancelled the lone credit card and bank card with Ryan and Connor’s help, but not before several things had been purchased locally, adding credit card fraud to Seth’s growing list of crimes. She didn’t want to think about him today—or ever—and debated with Connor what to tell her mother, finally settling on a light version of the truth, that her laptop, phone, and purse had been stolen and she was staying with a friend for the week.