“Having a nervous breakdown, are we?” he mused, still smiling like this was all some big joke.
“Connor, my brothers hate you and my dad-”
“Is the one who invited me today,” he finished for her with a shrug as if he hadn’t just confirmed her suspicions.
They were going to kill him.
“Connor,” Rory said, panicking and not really caring, “you are the last person that my father would invite to the house.”
“Yet, he did,” he pointed out, sounding amused as he took a turn onto Red River Road.
She continued as if he hadn’t interrupted her. “There are no witnesses. The closest neighbor lives a mile away. There will be no one to hear your screams for help.”
“Except for the women at the house,” Connor said, making her frown.
“What women?” she couldn’t help but ask, temporarily distracted from her mission to save Connor’s ungrateful ass.
“Your father said that if I brought anyone that she’d have to stay up at the house.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Rory demanded before another thought occurred to her. “Why would he think that you were bringing someone along when we’re supposedly dating?”
“I got the invite before we started this plan,” he explained as he turned onto her father’s road.
She didn’t bother correcting him about the whole “we” part about who started this plan since she’d gone back into panic mode. “I am begging you to turn around, Connor.”
His answer was an amused chuckle as he turned onto the long, secluded private dirt driveway that led to her father’s house and suddenly reminded her of slasher films. This was crazy! Surely the man realized that he was walking into a trap.
“Connor, please turn around,” she said, forcing herself to remain calm.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’d miss me.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that she wouldn’t miss him, but she couldn’t get the words out. She would miss the big jerk. Somehow, he’d gone from being an annoyance, an entertaining one at that, to...
Well, she really wasn’t sure what he was right now since she was too busy trying to save his ass. When she spotted the old oak tree that she’d once tied Connor to with her jump rope, she realized that if she was going to change his mind and save his obstinate ass that she had to do something now. Begging, pleading, and reasoning hadn’t worked and she considered going for his nipples, but that might cause other problems like him veering off into the woods, so that left just one thing.
Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have experience using that “one thing” to get a guy to do what she wanted. But, if it stopped Connor from doing something stupid, then she was just going to have to do it, Rory decided, ignoring the little fact that the idea of seducing him appealed to her a little too much. There was going to be hell to pay for missing fishing with her family, but she was pretty sure that spending the day in bed with Connor would be more than worth it. Knowing that it was now or never, she undid her belt and shifted closer to Connor.
“What are you doing?” he asked, throwing her a curious glance as he continued driving.
“Stop the truck, Connor,” Rory whispered as she carefully climbed onto his lap, taking the choice out of his hands.
With a sigh, he pulled off to the side of the dirt road and threw the truck in park. “I appreciate your concern, Rory, but-”
“I want you, Connor,” she said, leaning in to press a kiss against his stunned lips. “I want you to take me home and give me a reason to stay in bed all day. Can you do that, Connor?” Rory asked in a husky voice that she barely recognized as she teasingly kissed her way down his chin and neck. When he tilted his head to the side and groaned softly, she knew that she had him.
Even better, she knew that she’d be spending the day in his bed.
“You’re just doing this to get out of fishing,” Connor said roughly as his hands landed on her ass and he moved in, using his face to move hers so that he could take her mouth in a quick, hard kiss that left her breathing hard and desperate for him in a way that actually scared her.
“Does it matter?” Rory asked softly as she pressed down against that large bulge in his pants that her trembling body screamed for.
“Not one fucking bit.”
Chapter 25
“The James brothers looked like they wanted to kill you,” Andrew commented as he looked around to make sure that they were alone before he opened the small blue cooler perched on the driver’s side seat of his truck.
Connor shrugged it off as he looked around the basically deserted makeshift parking lot, playing lookout. It was a job that he’d perfected over the past year and one that he hated, but he knew that Andrew hated it more, so he kept his mouth shut and an eye out for unwanted company.
