by Rye Hart
The only problem was this innocent little fish was swimming in uncharted territory and had no idea how to act and what to expect if hooked. Panic melted away my previous excitement, and I stared at Hayden with wide eyes and a clear cry for help.
Knowing me well and reading my expression correctly, Hayden got up from the swing and grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry, Bella. I’ve got your back, and though an hour isn’t much, it’s plenty of time to get you nice and fuckable for Conner freaking Wilkes!”
With that exciting promise and a horde of butterflies in my belly, I allowed my oldest friend to drag me toward my house and prepare me for the one thing I’ve always wanted but never thought I could have.
CHAPTER SIX — CONNER
It was a quarter past eight. I was at Rusty’s, and Chloe was nowhere in sight. Deep down, I knew I should be happy about it, relieved even, but I wasn’t.
I was annoyed as shit and itching to hop in my car and drive to her house just so I could ask her what the hell happened. But I knew I couldn’t do that. Her house was Alex’s house and showing up, unannounced and asking for his daughter wasn’t something I could do. Therefore, I just raised a hand and called the bartender.
“Third refill in twenty minutes, Conner?” Jackie, the redhead bartender, asked as she placed her elbows on the counter and pressed her tits together until they almost popped out of her white tank.
I knew she wanted me; she made that fact clear on many occasions over the years. However, Rusty’s was the one good bar in town and my preferred place to pick up women. Having a disgruntled bartender cock blocking me was a risk I never allowed myself to take, no matter how pretty she was. For that reason, I had never allowed myself to look down at her tits even though they were always right in front of my eyeballs.
However, my frustration at the whole Chloe situation made everything different today. I was tired of controlling myself - tired of not having what I wanted and tired of thinking about consequences.
“C’mon, Jackie. You know I’m a lot more fun when I’m drunk,” I said with a crooked smirk and a slight tilt of my head.
She raised a brow and pursed her lips. “Actually, I don’t. No matter what I do or how drunk I get you, you’re never fun with me.”
I stretched my hand so my index finger was grazing her hand. She opened her mouth and gasped at my touch. Seeing her reaction was empowering and almost cleared Chloe from my mind. Slowly, I slid my finger up her hand and arm until it was in line with her cleavage. Then, I moved my hand just a little, so the tip of it touched the soft curve of her breast.
“Get me another shot, and we’ll see if we can change that.”
A slow, sexy smile grazed her face as she quickly pulled away from the counter to go prepare my drink. With my eyes fixed on her ass, I straightened my back on the stool and watched as she stretched to get the bottle of my favorite whiskey from the top shelf. Though an appreciative smirk curled on my lips, my eyes drifted away from her and focused on the mirrored wall right in front of me.
There, I saw her.
Standing at the entrance of the bar, in a skintight black dress and high heels, was none other than Chloe Jones. The sight of her made me completely forget about Jackie and my third drink of the night.
Unable to contain myself, I turned around to look at her, and all the air rushed out of my lungs. That damned dress showed every line and curve of her full body, and the red pumps on her feet made her legs look like they were a million miles long. Her hair was up in a casual ponytail that put her long, sexy neck on full display. Her makeup was light but still doing a great job at defining her features. Normally, Chloe looked like an angel, but tonight, she looked like a sexy little devil.
It took her a while to find me in the middle of the crowd, but once she did, her red lips curled up into a broad smile, and she waved while walking toward me. For some inexplicable reason, that little gesture did more to the state of my cock than the two mountains jumping from Jackie’s top. Not even caring that Chloe and the rest of the bar could see me, I reached down to grab my aching balls and gave them a good squeeze.
“Sorry I’m late,” Chloe started once she was finally standing in front of me. “My friend Hayden showed up at the house, and we lost track of time.”
I looked at her from head to toe and shook my head. “Looking like that, you don’t have to apologize for anything.”
Chloe giggled at my comment, but I didn’t have much time to enjoy the sound before it was interrupted by the dull thumping of a glass hitting the wooden surface.
“Your whiskey, asshole,” Jackie grumped, forcing me to look at her. I was sure that the expression on my face wasn’t a happy one, but neither was hers. She looked from me to Chloe and asked, “Aside from better judgment, what can I get you, sweetie?”
Anger at Jackie and me bubbled inside of me, but the amused sound of Chloe’s voice asking for a glass of wine calmed me down a bit. Once she had her drink and the bartender left, I turned my eyes back to the beauty beside me.
She had a sly smirk on her lips and a matching sparkle in her eyes. “Conner Wilkes, what did you do to that poor woman?”
Unable to help myself, I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. With a shrug of my shoulders and honesty in my voice, I replied, “Absolutely nothing, but we should probably sit somewhere else.”
Chloe laughed, got her wine and motioned with her hand for me to lead the way. Due to the number of male eyes focused on her as I guided her to a quiet table at the far side of the room, I placed a protective hand on the small of her back and saw her blush. The reaction pleased me way more than it should, so I let my hand drift a little lower.
Once we reached the table, I pulled out a chair for Chloe sand then took my seat in front of her. My chivalry toward her surprised me. I hadn’t acted like that, or even wanted to act like that, in years. The honest truth was that I liked being around her, and for some reason treating her nicely was important to me.
I leaned back in my chair and held her gaze for a few seconds. She took a rather large gulp of her wine and fidgeted in her seat. With a tilt of my head, I asked, “Are you uncomfortable?”
She took a deep breath and hesitated a little before replying. “A little.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’re Conner Wilkes and I’m in a skin tight dress with a glass of wine in my hand. It’s all a little too surreal.”
“Why surreal?” I asked genuinely confused. “We’re adults who work together. Celebratin’ a win, and drinkin’ on a Friday night. That’s pretty much my whole life.”
She laughed at my comment and took another sip of her wine. “I know that, but it’s not my life.”
“Bullshit. You serious?”
“Yeah, I was too worried about getting good grades and maintaining my GPA to actually have a social life.”
I shook my head. I simply couldn’t believe that a twenty-two-year-old woman as pretty as her had never experienced a night of partying, and it made me wonder what else she had never experienced. I thought back to all her blushing and doe eyes whenever she caught me checking her out, and the possibilities in that made me almost dumb with excitement.
With a deep need to investigate further, I took a sip of my whiskey and held her gaze. “And didn’t your boyfriend mind you not joining him for all the fun stuff.”
“I didn’t have a boyfriend in college,” she admitted in a shy tone.
Although it wasn’t proof, Chloe’s little confession led me to believe that she might still be a virgin. The possibility of it made my cock nearly burst through the zipper of my pants. I hadn’t been a girl’s first since high school, and that had been twenty-two years ago when I was a flustered teenager. Now that I actually knew what to do, I couldn’t even imagine how incredible it would feel to teach someone as gorgeous as Chloe all the secrets and pleasures of her body.
The idea alone drove me half-crazy with need. I wanted Chloe as my own. I wanted to shape her so no other man would ev
er fit as well as me. I wanted her spreasd across my bed with my cock pulsing inside of her and my name rolling off her tongue. I wanted to be her first and her only, but I knew it would never happen. It couldn’t. At least not if I wanted to keep my nuts where they were.
Then again, if Chloe and I could keep things just between the two of us perhaps there was a chance. While the thought made me feel like a complete asshole, I couldn’t help but wonder about the possibilities.
Knowing that those were some dangerous waters I was treading, I pushed those thoughts away from my mind and changed the conversation. “Well, since you’re graduated and employed now, I feel like it’s my duty, as the most experienced party here, to teach you about fun bar nights.”
Holding my gaze and giggling, she replied. “That sounds fun. Teach away, master.”
Those words sounded way too good coming out of her mouth. In a split second, my mind was filled with a very vivid image of her naked and tied to my bed, saying those exact things but in a much different tone. I couldn’t help but smirk.
“First of all,” I started in a very firm, teacher-like tone. “Wine isn’t really a fun bar night drink. You want beer, whiskey, or tequila.”
Forcing a straight face, she nodded, “Duly noted.” I waited a second for her to tell me which one it would be. When she didn’t, I raised a brow and, like a good student, she quickly reacted. “Oh, I have to choose one now?”
I nodded and waited as she looked up while pondering her choices. Then, she replied, “Tequila. I never had it and always wanted to do the salt and lime thing.”
I chuckled at yet more proof of how inexperienced she was. I raised my hand to call a bartender and was glad when Rob showed up instead of Jackie. With my eyes fixed on Chloe, I ordered a bottle of Cuervo along with lime and salt, and, seeing that the pool table was empty, I requested it to be delivered there.
Once the bartender was done, I turned to Chloe for her second lesson. “Games are a must. I hope you can play pool.”
She laughed as I got up from my chair and offered my hand to help her up. “I most certainly can’t,” she admitted with enthusiasm in her voice. “But I’m sure you can teach me.”
My cock pulsed again and I chuckled. “It’ll be my pleasure, Angel.”
And I knew it would. I would definitely live to regret it, but I would enjoy every second of our time together. I couldn’t help but think that I’d find great pleasure in teaching Chloe everything I had to offer.
CHAPTER SEVEN — CHLOE
My night with Conner was going great, and I was able to finally let loose. Although I sucked at pool, he was an amazing teacher and even better company. In the two hours we spent together, we drank, played and talked in a way I never thought we would. He asked me about school and life in Italy, and in return told me about his son and his plans for the resort. It made me feel like I wasn’t his best friend’s daughter and employee, and he wasn’t my lifelong crush. We were just two people having fun and getting to know each other on a date, and I loved every second of it.
I loved it so much, if fact, that by the time he excused himself to go to the bathroom, my panties were soaking wet. I was in desperate need of some extra guidance. With my heart beating a million miles per hour, I picked up my phone and texted Hayden.
‘I guess u were right. This may be a date.’
Impatiently, I drummed my fingernails over the surface of the table as I waited for the reply. About thirty seconds later, it finally arrived.
‘Details. NOW!!’
With a grin, I started typing.
‘We talked, drank tequila, and he taught me to play pool. We both agreed I suck at it, but he was a great teacher, and I swear there was a moment when I felt his cue poking me - if you know what I mean ;)’
A few seconds later, my phone beeped with another incoming message.
‘LOL! That’s my girl!! You’ve been waiting for this your entire life, and tonight’s the night. Make momma proud.’
I chuckled and pressed the reply button. Before I could even write the first word, I felt the heat of a body standing behind me, and Conner’s voice sounded in my ear. “You’ve been waiting for what?”
Conner’s tone made me shudder. It was hotter and deeper than it had been all night. Instinctively, I turned off the screen and looked over my shoulder at him. His face was so close to mine I could smell the mixture of alcohol and mint in his breath.
“Nothing. We were just kidding,” I lied with a shake of my head.
Narrowing his eyes, Conner placed his hands at the tops of my shoulders and leaned a bit closer. Something told he that he knew what I was messaging Hayden, and the thought brought a rush of excitement up my spine.
“I don’t believe that, Angel. Tell me the truth.”
His words were a command and almost threatening, but they didn’t scare me. They did, however, make my breath a little faster, my palms a little sweatier, and my center a little wetter. My bodily reactions and the need I saw in Conner’s eyes as he continued to stare deep into mine fueled my courage and, for the first time in my life, I felt bold.
“For you, Conner,” I whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
His nostrils flared at my words, but he didn’t move. He stood right where he was and continued to stare so deeply into my eyes I felt like he could see my soul. Then, in that same intense tone, he asked, “You’ve been waiting for me to do what?”
My heart was beating so fast I was certain he could hear it. I felt heat creep up my cheeks, but I knew this was the moment Hayden had told me about. Conner was fishing, and the line was right in front of me, all I had to do was be brave enough to take the bait.
“I’ve been waiting for you to . . .” I trailed off and took a deep breath.
His eyes urged me to continue, but I couldn’t finish the sentence while holding his gaze. I tried to look away, but Conner placed two fingers on the side of my jaw and shook his head. “Finish your sentence, Chloe.”
Unable to resist his command, I opened my mouth and said, “To be my first.” I released a deep exhale and repeated, “I’ve been waiting for you to be my first.”
A knowing smirk curled on his lips and his pupils dilated so much I could barely see the blue of his eyes. I expected him to kiss me or at least say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he straightened his back, removed a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed it over the table. Then, he took my hand and helped me to my feet.
On wobbly legs, I followed him toward the bar’s exit not knowing what to expect. In a matter of seconds, we walked out the door and headed toward the parking lot. For a moment, I thought we were going toward my Jeep or Conner’s truck, but instead, we kept walking toward the line of trees that surrounded the building. We finally came to a stop under a huge oak.
The faint sounds coming from the bar mixed with the thumping of my heart as Conner finally turned to look at me again. His face was twisted with a mixture of anger and lust. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking of me?”
I took a deep breath to find my voice and nodded. “Yes, I do.”
“Will you take it back, then?” The strain in his voice made the reply he wanted to hear crystal clear, but I hadn’t come this far to turn back. I wanted Conner, and I wouldn’t let anything get in my way—not even his friendship with my father.
I shook my head. “No. I’ve wanted you this way since I was sixteen. I’ve saved myself for you, and now, after tonight, I see that we could actually be something special. I know you see it too, don’t try to deny it. I’m staying right here. I’m tired of hiding my feelings -I want this.”
“Damn it, Chloe,” he muttered huskily, and I honestly thought he would walk away.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he pressed me against the tree and brought his mouth firmly against mine with a mixture of frustration and need that set my whole body on fire. Before I could process what was happening and what I was feeling, Conner pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucke
d at it so hard I moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Although I had been kissed before, I had never felt anything as powerful and seductive as this.
Once he released my lip, his hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me toward him. The hard ridge of his erection dug into the soft skin of my belly, and my lips parted with a gasp. His tongue collided with mine and his hands started to move across my skin. He touched my hips, my stomach, my ass, my boobs with the same voracity that his hips rolled against mine. The sensations he brought out in me were overwhelming me in the best way possible, and without me even commanding it, my hands were in his hair and I was dragging him closer to me.
As I pulled back for air, Conner’s lips drifted to my jaw and neck. His kisses were slow and deep, and caused a new wave of wet warmth to pool between my legs.
“God, Conner,” I moaned as his mouth continued its descent towards my cleavage.
My hands moved from his hair to his strong, muscled back and tugged at his shirt, wanting to rid him of it. Unfortunately, my greedy moves made him pull back completely. Without his mouth on me, I felt empty and cold.
“What are you doing?” His voice was as dark and penetrating as his gaze.
“Taking your clothes off,” I replied in a breathless whisper. “Isn’t sex a naked activity?”
A smirk curled on his lush lips, and he leaned forward to kiss me. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was softer and a lot quicker. “Usually, yes. But we’re not having sex tonight.”
My brows pulled together, and I pouted like a kid who’d lost their candy. “Why not?”
“Because this thing we’re doing is fucking crazy,” he started in a low voice as his face dipped back toward my cleavage. He licked the upper curve of my breasts and then, with his lips pressed to my skin, continued, “If we’re going take the risk, then I’m going do it right. I’m not going to fuck you in the woods or in my car like a cheap date. When I make you mine, it’ll be on a bed, and you’ll be completely ready for me.”