Chapter Fourteen
Remy,Rhett, Uncle James, Taylor, Connor and I retired to the living room to lounge around and discuss options to help Connor get rid of Troy. I had no problem showing my affection for Connor and snuggled into his side on the sofa. He pulled me close and gave me a small kiss on my head before we got down to business.
Troy was causing problems for some unknown reason, and he needed to go the fuck away, forever. I wasn’t really worried about him, but the specter of him was putting a shadow over this new happiness we were building. I could tell this really bothered Connor. He wanted to move forward, but this crap was pulling him backward.
Connor told us everything he could about Troy including his social media accounts which were easy to find. Uncle James pulled them up and Troy even still had pictures of the two of them together on his pages and his relationship status as serious. The guy was either crazy or delusional. Connor told us that Troy’s father was a State Senator in Georgia, and a Republican no less, and gave us all ideas how to get Troy to cooperate. Connor also mentioned Troy was biding his time until his twenty-eighth birthday to finally get his trust fund from his grandparents that was worth at least seven figures. That made both Remy and Rhett sit up and after another of their non-talking twin-speak silent conversations, they said they had an idea and would take care of everything. The guys had friends that did research for them for the firm, so they were on their phones as soon as they had a plan. Uncle James put in a call to Patrick Parsons his PI friend, too, to cover all the bases.
I didn’t ask any questions. I knew they would take care of it if they said they would. Rhett said he had some research to do, and that we’d all reconvene back at the house when he had his end worked out. He told Connor to send Troy an apologetic text saying he needed a little time to think it through, but that he did miss him and he just needed time to work some things out first. Connor agreed and then we all went our separate ways.
When we walked out on the front porch, I saw it had started pouring down rain. Connor looked down at my shiny loafers, then stepped down a few steps and turned his back to me. “Hop up, Ladd, I don’t want you to get mud on your loafers. It won’t matter with my boots, and I can run a little faster so we won’t get as wet.”God this man!Just when I didn’t think he could get any sweeter.
I jumped up, and Connor reached back to grab my ass in both of his huge paws. Once I was settled securely and had thrown my arms around his neck, Connor ran down the steps and jogged across the yard to the carriage house with me bouncing behind him and unable to contain my giggles. He slid me down once we reached the porch, giving my ass a little squeeze before finally letting go. He sat down on the top step and removed his muddy boots and socks before coming inside after me.
“Leave them outside tonight, and we’ll clean them up in the morning, Conn.”
“Sure, that’s fine, I’m going to head into the shower to get this mud off. And look at you.” He ran his hand through my wet hair slicking it back. The feeling of his fingers grazing my scalp gave me a little shiver down my spine. “You’re shaking, babe. I like you wet, but not cold. Come on, and I’ll get you all clean before I get you dirty again.” He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder this time.
“Put me down!” I protested, but I really loved the view of his ass I was getting from this vantage point. My protest was weak at best. We made it to the bathroom where we did manage to get clean and warm before heading naked into the bedroom. I moved to get on the bed, but Connor caught me up short with a hand on my waist.
“Come here,” he whispered as I was pulled into a soft kiss. There was no hurry, no urgency. There was just the slow sensual glide of our lips sipping and tasting as we rocked back and forth in a dance I didn’t have a name for but knew was uniquelyus. Connor held me close, but never too tight, gently pulling me with him to the bed. This time when he picked me up, he cradled me gently and then placed me on the bed and followed me down to kiss me deeply. He memorized every curve and dip of my body with his rough hands, gliding across my over sensitive skin. He was making love to me with nothing more than his lips and hands. What we had done last night had been wild, fast and hard. This was tender, sensual and soft, but it wasn’t any less powerful. If anything this was even more. This slow dance that we were learning and performing together was the other part of who we were becoming, both hard and soft melting into one beautifully blended perfection.
Connor continued to massage and rub me until I was nearly boneless. I was so relaxed that I didn’t even notice he’d moved until I felt his warm wet mouth engulf my erection all the way down. I was nowhere near as big as Connor, but I wasn’t small either. He had me moaning and wiggling at the shock of the feeling, my hands settling in his hair. I wanted to both pull him closer and push him away. My muscles jerked and nerves sparked everywhere with the overwhelming feelings of bliss. He eventually pulled off, and I protested, reaching out to try to pull him back.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you in the storage room. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you that day.”
I was intrigued by that thought, actually more than intrigued. It sent my mind off on a tangent and down a winding road of lust. I had never thought of role-playing before, but God the idea of the intensity of that first time I’d seen Connor was more than I could resist. I didn’t have to resist my attraction now. He leaned down to take me back into his mouth, but I reached out my hand and stopped him. “What would you have done that day if I had really been a man breaking into the building? Would you have really done everything you wanted to do to me?”
Connor looked me over carefully, and I knew what he saw. My cheeks were flushed, and my eyes were bright with this new and sudden desire I was feeling. Slow and easy was so very nice, but I really wanted to feel the full power of Connor again. I wanted to know how far Connor would have gone. I needed to know and feel the full force of him.
Connor finished reading my reactions, then smiled the same sexy smirk he had worn that day when he’d first seen me check him out. He was reading me exactly right and seemed more than willing and ready to proceed. “I’m going to go get us some water and lock everything up. I’ll be back in here in just a few minutes.” He looked me in the eyes pointedly, “I expect you to be ready when I get back.” He got up, slid on a pair of sweatpants from his bag and left, closing the door behind him.
I jumped up—my adrenaline pumping with excitement and trepidation at this new development. I ran to my closet and pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and one of my black button-down shirts. I looked in the mirror and figured I looked as close as I could get to a burglar on such short notice. I heard a noise in the hall telling me Connor was making his way back down the hall, so I snatched up a backpack from the bottom of the closet, ran over to my dresser, and pulled open my accessories drawer to pull out a watch and some cufflinks. When I heard the door squeak open, I didn’t turn around because I wanted to besurprised. I had to bite my lips together to keep the smile from showing. I did not want to mess this up. I took a deep breath and pushed myself into the moment.
“Who the fuck are you?” I jumped a foot when I heard his loud growl echo into the room even though I knew he was there. I spun around dropping the bag, but still holding the watch in my hands. “I asked you a question, boy. Who are you and what the fuck are you doing rummaging around in my boyfriend’s things?”
I stood stock still and silent, simultaneously processing the role I was playing and secretly reveling in Connor calling me his boyfriend for the first time.
“Your boyfriend?” I heard myself sneer. “You gay or something?”
Connor’s eyes flew wide open at my attitude. Wherever I had come up with this role, I knew Connor was loving this new direction.
“Oh, so you’re a straight boy? Is that it?” he had a smooth sound to his voice now. I was mesmerized by the sheer power that seemed to radiate off Connor. I took a long slow sweep. He was embodying badass to the extreme since he stalked in and my whole body was responding to his forceful presence.
“You’re not completely straight are you?” I began to protest, but he cut me off. “You’ve done nothing but eye fuck me since I came into the room, boy. You’re lying to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.” Connor moved closer to me, and I stepped back instinctively. He was stalking me now. Walking steadily toward me, he was herding me back to the corner of the room on the far side of the bed. He was pinning me in, giving me no options for escape.
“You’ve never looked at a guy and wondered what his lips and beard would feel like on your mouth?” I shook my head in answer, but my eyes were drawn to his tongue making a slow slide over his lower lip. That mouth smirked, and I knew I had been caught. He moved forward, and I again felt hunted. “You’ve never wanted a man to grab you and kiss you?” I shook my head again, but it was a weaker denial because I really, really did want him to grab me, right now!
He was pushing me back against the corner, stepping into my space, his breath warming my cheek. “I think you have, pretty boy. I think you’ve fantasized about a man like me. You’ve wanted someone to take you and give you absolutely no choice but to take what he gives you.” He leaned into my ear. “You’d take it all and beg for more wouldn’t you, pretty boy?”
My head fell back against the wall, and my eyes slid closed as I involuntarily moaned at the images he had just elicited in my mind.
Good God, yes! Grab me and make me take it all!
Connor licked his hot tongue up my neck, making me arch my body into his, asking for more even as my mouth protested, “No! No, I haven’t. I don’t want anything to do with you.” I tried to sound firm, but it came out as a needy moan.
Connor chuckled his deep rumble, and I felt the vibration deep inside my chest. The butterflies in my belly went wild because I knew what was about to happen, and I was equal parts excited and a little scared.
“You’re a liar as well as a thief aren’t you, beautiful? I guess I have no other choice than to prove you wrong.”
