Rory didn’t answer him as she drove around the back of the building and parked in the empty, dimly lit parking lot. He was in no mood to spend the night in jail and opened his mouth to tell her just that when she started to take her clothes off. Once she started to pull her pants down, he lost all ability to think, never mind talk.
“You and I are going to have a little talk, Connor, and clear a few things up before I decide whether or not to take a chance on you,” Rory calmly explained as she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and pulled them down, revealing chestnut curls between her legs that had his breath catching in his throat.
“Are you going to answer my questions, Connor?” Rory asked as she straddled his lap just as she finished pulling her bra off and dropped it to the side, leaving her completely naked.
When he didn’t respond fast enough, she settled herself comfortably on his lap and teasingly ground her pussy down against the erection that was begging to be freed from his pants. She didn’t bother asking him if he agreed again but simply started asking her questions.
“Do you love me?” Rory asked, cutting right to the point, which was part of the reason that he loved this woman. She didn’t play any of the bullshit games that other women played, and didn’t use drama to get what she wanted. Granted, she was using his dick against him at the moment, but he was fine with that.
“Yes,” he hissed as Rory ground down hard on him.
“Since when?” she asked, placing her bad hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she continued to rub her pussy against him, teasing him and driving him out of his fucking mind with pleasure.
“Since the moment that I saw your father drag you into daycare, looking cute and mean as you tried to glare him down,” Connor admitted as he placed his hands on her hips and dragged them up her sides until he was cupping her beautiful breasts. When she made no moves to stop him, he caressed her breasts as he dragged his thumbs over her nipples until they hardened.
“You really want to marry me?” Rory asked, moaning as she reached between them with her good hand and started working on his fly. His right hand quickly abandoned her breast to help free his cock.
“Yes.”
“Did you sleep with Cindy?” Rory asked, pausing with his zipper between her fingers.
“God, no. She offered sex to get out of her bill, but I’m not interested and I don’t barter for sex,” he explained, leaning in and pressed his lips against hers because he felt like he would die if he didn’t kiss her.
“Then you have less than five months to convince me to marry you, Connor. Don’t fuck it up,” Rory said, sounding almost desperate as she struggled to yank his zipper down. It was difficult to get his fly open with her still grinding on him, but he wasn’t complaining. He didn’t want her to stop. It felt so fucking good, but it felt better a minute later when they managed, with a lot of yanking and pulling, to clear his fly and get his dick out.
Once it was free, Rory wasted no time in raising herself up and taking the tip inside. They both groaned as she slid down, welcoming him into her swollen, wet sheath.
“If you fuck this up, I’m gonna have to kill you,” Rory swore, leaning in to kiss him.
“I’m not gonna fuck this up,” Connor promised as he met her lips in a hungry kiss.
“Good,” was the last coherent word that came out of her mouth for a while. By the time he pulled her off and positioned her on the driver’s seat so that he could lick her out, she could barely manage to say his name. Even when the police showed up and banged on the window, she was barely able to speak, but after she calmed down from the third orgasm he’d given her just as the shouting started and they were being read their rights, she managed to say a few colorful words that had him grinning.
He loved her too much to fuck this up. He had five months to prove to her that he was the man for her, and he was going to make them perfect.
Chapter 32
July
“Are you still not talking to me?” Rory asked, shooting Jacob a glance as she sorted through the large pile of mail that he’d left on her desk.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to tell me why?” she asked, already guessing that it was going to be another big fat “no.”
For the past couple of weeks, he’d been giving her the silent treatment. He only answered her when it was absolutely necessary, and he made damn sure that it wasn’t necessary. His mood had been sour since she’d started this thing with Connor and only got worse when she’d been forced to call him up at three in the morning to come bail her and Connor out of jail. Grudgingly, he agreed and came down to the police station two hours later with the checkbook for petty cash. He only stayed long enough to bail her out, confirm that she was engaged and send her a glare as he stormed out of the station, leaving her to bail Connor out.
She tried to make it up to him and find out why he was so upset, but the stubborn bastard just kept on ignoring her and sending Connor glares whenever the two men were in the same room. Speaking of stubborn bastards…
“You need to sign this so that we can have more lumber delivered,” Bryce, another bastard that wasn’t happy with her, demanded as he stepped into the trailer.
Word about her engagement to Connor had spread quickly. Her family’s reaction varied greatly. Her father simply called her up while Connor was arguing with the guard that had impounded her Jeep. He’d been very direct and unemotional as he asked her if the news was true. She’d been scared to death of his reaction when she’d explained that it was true. There had been a brief pause after she’d told him that she was engaged to Connor. She’d almost asked him if he’d heard her when he simply told her to make sure that she made it next Sunday for fishing and then he hung up.
Her brothers’ reactions had been a bit different. As soon as she’d managed to make it into work, two hours late, they’d hunted her down in her office and blocked off her exit, demanding to know if she was out of her fucking mind. Johnny went as far as to demand that she take a drug test. After a lot of arguing, a few threats to have her locked away and a few shin kicks, her brothers agreed to let it go for now and get back to work. As they walked out, a few limping, they all glared at her and she’d been fully prepared to keep Connor company in the emergency room that night, but they didn’t touch him. They’d only glared at him. Okay, there was that one time that Craig had to wrestle a hammer out of Brian’s hand when he went to throw it at Connor, but other than that, they didn’t beat the shit out of him or harmed him in any way.
The fact that they hadn’t sent Connor to Intensive Care actually scared the hell out of her. Every guy that spent time with her got the warning. It used to piss her off, but now, she was wondering why the guy that she’d agreed to spend the rest of her life with hadn’t received the same warning. Actually, one would think that the man that she planned on marrying would receive a more thorough warning, but so far, nothing. That could only mean that they were trying to handle this a different way and she knew exactly how they thought they were going to do that.
By having their cousins drive her and Connor out their goddamn minds.
