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Authors: Terry Towers

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Maybe I should just tell her, purge. Maybe talking about it would make it easier to accept
.

But he couldn’t pile more onto her and the truth was a part of him he felt he didn’t deserve to have unburdened. She already had her own demons to work through. He was seeing the changes in her and the anxiety it was bringing. God knew, he could relate to the experience of having your world pulled out from under you.

No, I deserve to be alone. I don’t have the right to be unburdened
.

“Keith Urban
,
You’ll Think Of Me
.” Her announcement was so out of the blue, he took pause.

“What?”

He pulled back and looked down into her dark eyes. A smile formed on her lips. “The song. It’s a Keith Urban song.”

“And how do you know that?”

She laughed and swatted at his shoulder. “I told you it’s my jam.”

He cocked a brow at her, smiling down at her.

“Okay, okay. I finally recognized the voice and took a shot at the title.” Her laughter stopped and her face took on a serious, concerned expression. “Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing. Just thinking is all.”

“You can tell me, you know. I know I’m a little fucked up right now, and maybe I’m not the best person for advice, but I can still listen.”

He could see how much she was aching to help. But she couldn’t, he wasn’t ready for help; not yet anyhow.

 

 

 

Chapter 9

 

“Good night Sam,” Connor whispered, kissing her softly before leaving her in the doorway of her room and entering his, not looking back.

Releasing the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, she entered her room, closing the door behind her. Falling back against the door, she closed her eyes and tried to steady herself from the emotions rushing through her.

“This is silly,” she grumbled, pushing off the door and walking across the tiny room, stripping off her dress as she walked until she was left in her black lace bra and matching panties. He was bothered by something and she wished she knew what; what she did know was that he needed her just as much as she needed him right now. She understood the need to take it slow, but neither one was going anywhere.

If I go into his room like this he’ll turn me away
. Crossing her arms over her chest, she chewed at her lower lip considering.
He came into the bathroom quick enough when he thought I was hurt…

She sat down on the floor and pulled her leg up, her hands on her ankle. “Well, here goes nothing,” she murmured, pasting a look of anguish on her face.

She screamed out and banged on the wooden floor under her and waited for her knight in shining armour to appear. As predicted less than a minute later Connor came storming into her room, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs.

“Owwwww. Oh. Owwww.” Holding her ankle she rocked back and forth, catching a look at him out of the corner of her eye. She felt bad for deceiving him, but it was just a little tiny white lie. No harm, no foul.

“My God, what happened?” He raced to her side and went down on one knee beside her, batting her hands out of the way to inspect her ankle.

“I fell.”

“How?” He looked up from her ankle and into her eyes.

What did happen? Shit, I didn’t think this through
. “I saw a mouse.”

“A mouse?”

“Yup, a mouse. So I jumped onto the bed, slipped and…” She spread her hands out. “Here I am.”

He looked up and examined the perfectly made-up bed, then back at her, eyes narrowing. “So you attempted to jump onto the bed, correct?”

She nodded, but knew her excuse was a sinking ship. He didn’t believe it for a second.
Dammit, I should have rumpled the bedding
. “That’s the story.”

Releasing her ankle, he sat back on his heels and shook his head. “That was the best you could come up with? Seriously? You’re disappointing me.” Pulling himself up into a stand, he extended his hand to her.

“Hey, it’s possible!”

“Come on, up you go.” She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. “All I can say is it’s a damned good thing you didn’t try to take up acting.”

“So I’ve been told,” Samantha grumbled, lowering her gaze and crossing her arms over her chest, feeling like a complete moron.
How lame can I possibly get around this man, seriously?

“Now why would you even set up such a silly scenario?”

“I’ve read too many romance novels.” Her eyes focused on his beautifully sculpted abdominal muscles – so perfect. She just wanted to touch him, indulge in the comfort of his strong embrace.

“Look at me.” When she hesitated, he hooked his index finger under her chin, forcing her face upward so she looked up into his eyes. There wasn’t laughter or disapproval in his eyes, but something entirely different – desire. “That’s better.”

“It was stupid.” She attempted to pull away, but he grabbed onto her, pulling her tight to him.

“No. We agreed to be honest with each other. Now, tell me, what was this all about?”

She felt her cheeks growing warm, but she wouldn’t allow herself to look away. “You know what it was about.” She placed her palms flat on his chest, caressing the curves of muscle. He felt good.

“What if I don’t?” His eyes grew hungrier, his strong jaw clenching.

“Then you’d be the one lying.”

“You had me come in here so I want to hear you say it.”

“You’ll just laugh at me.”

“Try me.”

“Well, you know. Damsel in distress, the hero comes running. Saves her from whatever the danger is, then realizes he can’t hold himself back from the raging fire within him for her.”

His body shook as a bout of laughter erupted from him.

“Ugh! I knew you’d laugh!”
I swear every day at this farm is one embarrassment after another!
She looked away and struggled to pull out of his embrace, but he held tight. “Let me go Connor!”

“No.” His laughter stopped; he forced her to look up at him again. She noticed the intensity in his eyes as his lips came crashing down onto hers before she could protest a second time. He pulled her into a crushing embrace and walked her several steps backward until the back of her thighs hit against the side of the bed.

Pulling his lips from hers, he grabbed the back of her thighs and tossed her backward onto the bed. She squealed as she fell. Moments later his body joined hers on the bed, slipping between her thighs and bracing himself up with a hand on either side of her head.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Sam.”

“You are.”

“I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”

Her brow creased; how could he possibly hurt her? He wasn’t like the guys she was used to dating, not even close. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“My God, Samantha. It’s so damned hard keeping myself from you.”

She placed her hands on either side of his face and looked deep into his eyes. There was something beyond the intense hunger in his eyes – pain, guilt. But why? What could have possibly happened to him to make him so scared of hurting her and keeping him from even seeking out the companionship of a woman?

There weren’t many available women in the town, but there were some and they were all interested in him. It made no sense, but it didn’t have to make sense right now. She had to have faith he’d trust her enough – one day – to let her in fully.

“You don’t have to.” She slid her hands to the back of his neck and urged his lips down to hers. His lips brushed across hers with tenderness, then nipped at her lower lip. Smiling, she urged him to explore her deeper, her tongue lashing at his. The taste of spearmint teased the tip of her tongue and she wanted more.

He growled low and deep and lowered more of his weight onto her, so she could feel his rapidly growing erection against her, separated only by a layer of lace and cotton. Wrapping her legs around his waist and hooking her heels behind his back she pulled him down tighter, moving against his erection.

Moaning against his lips, the ache and dampness between her legs increased, saturating the lace barrier. Sliding her hands down his body, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and gave them a tug, freeing him.

When her hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked his length, his entire body froze over her and he pulled back to look down at her. The indecision was beginning to creep up and into his features.

“I want this.”

“Darlin’ I –” He pulled up a little more.

Releasing him, she pushed him to the side with every ounce of strength she had in her and pushed him flat onto his back, quickly climbing over and onto him. Reaching behind herself, she unclasped her bra and slowly peeled it down her arms and tossed it to the floor. Running a hand through her dark hair, she grasped his member, which was peeping up from between her legs, and began to stroke him as she kept her eyes trained onto his face, gauging his expression.

“You don’t get to say no, Connor.”

A sexy smile crept onto his lips, making her heart race. “Are you planning on raping me, P
rincess?”

She returned his smile. “If that’s what it takes.” She stroked him again. His eyes closed for a minute and she was rewarded with a low groan. When his eyes reopened all indecision was gone and all that remained was a deep, feral need.

Connor’s eyes drank in every inch of her as his large, strong hands slowly slid up her sides until they reached the undersides of her pert, modest breasts. His thumbs brushed across and around her nipples as he palmed her breasts, teasing them until they began turning into tightened nubs. His hands touched her so gently, surprising her. She arched her back and pressed her breasts into his hands.

His gaze lifted higher to meet hers. “You’re forgetting something, Princess.”

She’d been so surprised at his change of mind and the look in his eyes as he looked up at her that her hand was stopped in mid-stroke. She resumed stroking him, in slow, steady motions from base to tip. Once her nipples were rock solid, he pinched the tips,
sending spikes of pleasure through her, fuelling the fire between her legs.

He released her breasts and his hands travelled back down her body to finger the dainty waistband of her panties. “These are really nice.”

She trembled from anticipation, waiting for him to slip a hand under the material. “Uh-huh.”

“It’s too bad…”

“Huh?”

With one smooth motion, he looped his fingers into the thin bands at the sides of her panties and gave a hard tug. A soft rip sounded as he slid the torn material from her and tossed it to the floor, leaving her shaven mound completely exposed.

“I could have taken them off,” she teased, beginning to move against his hand that slipped between her legs and was cupping her wet mound.

“Yeah, you could.” He spread her pussy lips and dipped a finger deep into her. Removing his finger, glistening with her juices, he brought it to his lips and sucked off her nectar. She inhaled sharply as she watched him, her body trembling with need. “Mmmm. Nice.”

Seeing him savour the taste of her was easily one of the most arousing sights she’d ever seen, and her pussy clenched with need. She needed more, his fingers, tongue, cock, she didn’t care which.

“Turn around.”

“Yes, Sir.” Anxious to see what he had in mind she released him and did as told straddling over him, facing away. As she was about to settle, he grabbed her hips and pulled them up over his chest until her pussy was positioned over his lips. She wiggled over him, lying over him and brushing her lips along the head of his shaft.

“Now suck me, Princess.” Moments after the words were past his lips he spread her wide and ran his tongue along the length of her slit.

With a soft moan, she ran her tongue along one side of him and back down the other, as he made another pass along her juicy slit and paused a moment, his tongue flicking her swollen clit. Her fingernails dug into his thighs as he pulled her down onto him, slipping his tongue deep into her.

Her body took over her mind, as she began moving against his lips and tongue, while attempting to focus on giving him as much pleasure he was invoking within her. But, it was hard, so damned hard to remain focused as waves of pleasure rushed over her.

“Connor, it’s so hard,” she murmured, grasping the base of his dick and wrapping her lips around him. As her lips wrapped around him and she took him in, a low grumble vibrated through his body. His pleasure urged her on and she began to move up and down on his dick, taking him in until the mushroom head hit the back of her throat.

 

His answer was muffled as she ground against his mouth. His fingers began working her clit as he thrust his tongue into her and she moaned again, moving faster on him, swirling her tongue around the circumference and lapping up the pre-cum as it appeared.

They worked together, giving and receiving pleasure. As she ground against his mouth, he bucked up into her mouth, urging her to take him deeper.

The tension of anticipation was becoming too much and the coil of desire within her was at the breaking point. Each time she was about to come, he’d slow his tongue fucking of her pussy, extending her agony. She let his shaft slip from her lips to drop her forehead to his stomach. “Connor. I can’t… Oh my God!” She was at the brink for too long, it was too much.

She attempted to climb from him, but he was too strong, keeping her planted. Just when she thought she might die from the pleasure of the anticipation her pussy clenched around his tongue, preparing for release. Fisting the blankets on either side of Connor’s legs she waited. One second, two passed and then the dam exploded and she cried out as her body trembled and she climaxed, her juices greeting his tongue.

Inhaling deeply, she then slowly released and became a woman on a mission, teasing his dick while gently massaging his balls with her free hand. The only thing that mattered was making him come and swallowing down every drop he was willing to give her. Connor’s low, feral growl of pleasure fuelled her desire to have him come for her.

“So good baby,” he murmured, kissing her inner thighs. “So close.”

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