He caught me off guard when he turned around and came face to face with me. “Amy, you don’t know me. You think you do, but you don’t. You can call me whatever you want, but I guarantee you that everything I say is the truth. Unless you want to take a ride on my love train, I think it’s best you stop calling me names.”
“Did you just say love train? Jesus, I am in bed with a male gigolo. This is the reason I got the shit beat out of me.”
I went to roll over, but Conner grabbed my arm and held it. “There ain’t no reason that son of a bitch put a hand on you. Even if you were having some hot affair, it still ain’t a reason. He should have just taken it up with the guy involved.”
A hot affair? Not in my lifetime…
“There’s no other man. I’ve never had an affair. In fact, he’s the one that cheated. According to him, there isn’t anyone that would want a piece of shit like me.”
He still had his hand on my arm and slowly sat it down in front of me. I was taken back when he leaned his body over mine to reach over to turn on the light. His skin brushed against mine as he backed down to be beside me again. He had a couple tattoos on his arms of some kind of tribal art. On his chest were the initials C.H. in a cross, which I knew were his father’s initials. He caught me staring again and pulled my chin up to look at him. “My granddaddy beat on my grandma and after one drunken night left her paralyzed in a wheelchair after he threw her down the stairs. I never met him, but I heard the stories and know there is no reason for someone to beat on a woman like that. You may hate me, but I can promise you that I am a hell of a lot better than that asshole you are married to. Hell, he probably told you it was all your fault too.”
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 nipples 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 fuck 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.
I heard the shower turning on and realized how bad I had to take a piss, so I jumped up and headed for the bathroom, hoping she was still dressed. When I heard splashing around in the water, I knew she was already in. I tried the door handle and smiled when I realized it was unlocked. I slid in the doorway of the tiny bathroom and quietly lifted the seat to relieve myself. As I began to pee, I heard her sobbing on the other side of the curtain. Her cries got louder and I didn’t want to scare her by flushing the toilet. She obviously needed to be alone to sort out her shit. I could only keep her safe from that bastard while we were here in this room, because once she stepped foot outside, she had to face her life.
I made it to the door before I heard her saying my name. “Conner?”
“Sorry, I had to take a leak. I’ll lock it on my way out.”
I was just about to close the door behind me. “Wait.”
She must have been sitting down in the shower, because when she moved the curtain to look out, her face was down low. Of course I looked down at her tear filled face. “You alright?”
“Last night……I just…I just wanted to forget about everything. I’m sorry I came onto you….I feel so embarrassed. Just let me get a shower and you can take me back to my car and never talk to me again and please, for the love of God, don’t tell your sister about any of this.”
I crouched down, not even caring that I was in only a pair of boxers. “It ain’t like you’re thinkin’. I didn’t stop you because I didn’t want you. When we sleep together, and I say when because in spite of your earlier arguments I know it will happen, and when it does, I want you to be focused on me and nothin’ else. As far as my sister is concerned, we never saw each other.”
Her eyes got real big as she sat there on that shower floor with the curtain covering everything except for her face. “Why?”
I was confused. “Why what?”
She pointed to my body. “You could have any girl on the planet. Why would you want someone as damaged as me. Am I on some bucket list? Do you have a habit of sleeping with fucked up women?”
The way she put it made me laugh. “Jesus, woman, does it even matter? It’s just sex. I’m attracted to you and you’re obviously attracted to me, why make it somethin’ else?”
I jumped back when I saw her stand up and rip open the shower curtain revealing her naked and beaten body. God, it was so much worse than I had noticed last night. Both of her sides had bruises and her face had a busted lip and a black eye. On her arms I could see marks from where he had grabbed her and held her while he was hitting her around. I stopped looking when she started talking again. “I just want to know how someone like you could ever be attracted to this.”
I clenched my fists and thought about that son of a bitch touching her and the fact that she was too small to fight back. “You need to report that shit to the police.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t? You have friends, Amy.” I was pissed. She wasn’t mine, but she definitely needed to be protected. Aside from the bruises and her frail appearance, she was damn near perfect. Her red hair was wet and hung down the front of her chest, while her wet skin was forcing me to look at every inch of her. I should have taken her right then and there, but again, something forced me to look beyond the sex. I grabbed a towel and held it out for her.
It must have been the wrong thing to do because she grabbed the shower curtain and closed it. “Just get out, Conner. You wouldn’t understand and besides, you are probably just as bad as he is.”
I let the towel drop to the floor and got my hand as far as the doorknob before turning around and climbing in the shower behind her. She turned around to face me, all shocked at what I’d done, while I grabbed her wet head and pulled her mouth against mine. This time when her tongue touched mine, I had to fight everything I had in me to not push her against the shower wall and take her like I wanted to. I slowed down our kisses and pulled away from her. “I’m nothin’ like him. Don’t you ever say that to me. The more you fight me, the more I want to touch and taste every single inch of you, but it’s not happenin’ right now. You ain’t ready for all I have to offer and if I let it happen today, it would fuck you up even worse.”
She pushed me away. “I really don’t think I want your kind of friendship, Conner.”
I chuckled and grabbed myself a towel. “Is that right?”
My boxers were soaked so while drying off, I let them fall to the floor. I have to give it to her, she had no idea what she was about to get a glimpse of and all my so called smack talking had obviously been the truth after seeing the look on her face. She closed her eyes and held her hands over her mouth.
“Still hating me, Blaze?”
She stayed behind the curtain so I could no longer see her face. When she said nothing, I made my way out into the main part of the room and started putting on my clothes. Yeah, I was hard as a rock and would probably have to resort to calling Brina, but I was sure about one thing. It wasn’t Brina that I wanted to be inside of.
She took forever to come out of the bathroom and when she did, she refused to look at me. Her clothes from last night where stuck to her body on account of her getting dressed before she was dried off. I walked over to her and put my dirty clothes in my bag. When I got close enough, I leaned into her. “Still hate me?”
She kept her eyes closed and looked away. “More than ever.”
I pressed my lips against hers. “Maybe it’s best if you just go on thinkin’ I am nothin’ but an addict that can’t keep his dick in his pants. I wouldn’t want you thinkin’ of me while you’re fuckin’ him.”
It was wrong, but the truth and it pissed me off that someone like him could have someone like her and treat her so bad. She needed to get mad. She needed to fight her way out of the mess and move on. I wasn’t asking to be that person, but I didn’t want any woman to be abused. I was raised by a single mother and if anyone laid a hand on her, I would kill them and rot in jail satisfied.
I felt her hand smack me on the cheek before the sting hit. I caught her hand and drug it over my jeans where my dick was still hard underneath. She pulled her hand away quickly. “You’re an asshole, just take me to my car.”
I held my hands up and continued to laugh. “In a hurry to get back to him?”
She got to the door and turned around to face me. “I don’t get you Conner. One minute you are being such a good friend and the next you are coming onto me, only to stop before anything happens.”
“Are you ready to beg me to help you forget that you’re married, cause I’m pretty damn sure that ring on your finger is a good reminder? You’re obviously really bad at making decisions.”
“Screw you! You have no idea what my life is like right now. How dare you be so mean to me. I never should have thought you wanted to be my friend. You’re too in love with your own dick to care about anyone but yourself.”
I grabbed my bag and headed in her direction. “I guess we’re done here.”
“You’re damn right we are!”
Amy said nothing to me as I checked out of the room and started on our way back to town. When we hit the outskirts, she mumbled something, but the music was too loud on the radio for me to hear her. I turned it down. “What did you say?”
She looked over at me and I could tell she didn’t seem very happy. “I said thank you. I don’t want to be your friend, but you did help me and when I really needed it, you kept my mind off of things.”
I pulled up on the next street over from where she parked and turned off the truck. “You can think what you want about me, but I’ve never lied to you. What he did to you was beyond wrong. I wish you’d report it, but it’s your call. I won’t tell my sister if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She kept her head down. “I believe you.”
She put the receipt back in my hand. “I don’t think I will ever need to call you.”
“Suit yourself.” She climbed out of the truck and looked up at me one last time. “See you around, Blaze.”
I watched her walk away shaking her head. So maybe I was a total douche, but as bad as I wanted the girl, I was able to stop myself. I knew right then and there that she was different, but I didn’t even realize just what that meant. I’d dated a lot of girls, but at the end of the day they would go home and I wouldn’t think about them until they called. Maybe I was self-centered and possibly everything Amy thought I was. It didn’t matter. She was married and I just wasn’t about to deal with that kind of bullshit.
That didn’t stop me from wanting her though.
For the next couple of weeks, she was all I could think about. I found myself going into town, just to stop by the salon to get my sister to cut my hair, or just to give her a friendly hello. Finally, one day, I stopped by when her and Ty were at lunch together. The salon was pretty empty with the exception of one old lady. Amy saw me walk in and rolled her eyes. “She’s at lunch.”
I took my hat and turned it to the back, before walking closer to her. I licked my lips while looking down at hers. “I dreamed of you last night.”
She looked over at the lady, who had her head under one of those drying machines. “You can’t be in here like this. People talk, you know.”
I let out a laugh but stayed close to her. “I’m just bein’ a nice person and askin’ a lady how she is today.”
“There’s nothing nice about you, Conner.” She turned and started sweeping around her station. I grabbed the handle of the broom, forcing her to look at me. She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Please just go. I’m already being accused of having an affair. I can’t give him any more reason.
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