Phoenix Rising (8 page)

Jessa was so small beside his big bulk. Not waif thin or emaciated, but curvaceous and petite. She was rounded in all the right places, a perfect match for him.

“You did tell me never to apologize.” Her voice was whisper soft. Connor had to strain his ears to catch it. But her words forced him to fight back a smile. It amused him that she would turn his own words back on him.

Knowing he’d only say something else he’d regret later, Connor let it go. It wasn’t until he got to his office that he realized he hadn’t refuted the cheap slut comment. He’d have to clarify things before too long, if he could only clarify them to himself first.

* * *

It felt like forever before Connor retreated to his office to bury himself in paperwork. Jessa sucked in a deep breath of relief when he disappeared. She was embarrassed that she’d completely lost her temper. It didn’t happen often. But he’d been such an arrogant bastard.

“You okay?”

Jessa glanced up from the mugs she was rearranging in the freezer and smiled at Alex. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t worry too much about Connor’s mood swings. He just doesn’t know what to make of you.”

“
He
doesn’t know what to make of
me
?”

“Your kind doesn’t hang around down here much.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Alex leaned back against the counter and rubbed his chin. The expression on his handsome face was unreadable.

“Don’t stare; didn’t your mama ever tell you it’s rude?”

“How in the hell did you end up on this end of town anyway, Jessa?”

“I drove.”

“C’mon, I saw the way you were dressed when you first walked in here.”

“Maybe I had a job interview that day.”

Alex snorted, “Yeah, okay. And I’m tending bar to put myself through med school.”

“Speaking of tending bar, how long have you been here?” Jessa skillfully steered the conversation away from herself.

“Six years this November.”

Jessa closed the freezer door and stepped away. She had changed subject. But she hadn’t realized how eager she was to hear Alex and Connor’s history. “Is that when you met Connor?”

Alex chuckled, “I’ve known Connor since grade school. We both grew up not far from here.”

“Did you go to college together?”

“I never went to college. I joined the Army right after high school and spent six years in Great Britain. After that I moved back home and needed a job. Connor was just getting ready to open the bar. It seemed logical.”

He was keeping something back. Jessa couldn’t put her finger on it, but he wasn’t telling her everything.

“I’ve never had any desire to find another job. There are just too many,” Alex tossed a towel onto the bar and shot Jessa a heart stopping grin, “benefits.”

“Benefits meaning plenty of women hanging all over you, not health insurance, right?”

“Of course.”

“So what was the deal with Selena? Did she really walk out because Connor didn’t want to shack up with her?”

Alex whistled, “Wow, did he tell you that?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t he? I wanted to know what happened. Just in case you guys were a couple of psychos.”

“Selena was a real piece of work.”

Jessa rolled her eyes. Men were all the same. “Meaning she had legs ten miles long, a tiny waist and huge breasts, right?”

“Close, but she had the attitude to go along with her looks. I think Connor originally hired her because he knew guys would sit around and pay to drink beer just so they could watch her bend over.”

Jessa pulled bottled beer from a case and put it in the cooler, “Nice, Alex. It’s so good to see you’ve got your priorities in order.”

“Hey, I told him to hire her so I could fuck her.”

“Is that all you think about?”

Turned in the opposite direction, Jessa didn’t see Alex sneak up behind her. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Though more compact than Connor’s massive frame, Alex’s tightly muscled body was just as sexy albeit in a different way.

Before Jessa could squirm away, he pressed a feather light kiss on her collarbone. “You know,” he murmured against her neck. “I hired you for the same reason.”

Jessa rolled her eyes and pushed him away. “Don’t be ridiculous. I may be female, but I’m no sex kitten.”

The look he gave her was long, lingering and hot, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Jessa’s cheeks flamed and she buried her head in the cooler to hide her embarrassment. She didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know Alex was thinking about the night before when she’d watched him fornicate like an animal.

And what about the show she put on afterward? Jessa wasn’t naïve enough to think Alex missed much of it.

“What’s her name anyway?”

“Isabel.”

“Have you known her long?”

“A few months.”

“How long are your,” Jessa searched for an appropriate word, “relationships?”

“A few months, give or take a month or two.”

“Nice.”

“Hey love, Connor and I are both like that. It’s just easier.”

So a few months and she wouldn’t have to worry about Connor being interested anymore. What a relief.

But it didn’t make Jessa feel any better. She didn’t want to think that she wanted Connor’s interest. But from the first day they’d met, she’d been irresistibly drawn to him. Even when she tried to immerse herself in her old life, she was plagued with thoughts of him.

“Didn’t you enjoy last night with Connor?” Alex prodded.

“Why, because it looked like I did?”

“No, because you could say no and he’d back off.”

“Probably doesn’t matter anymore anyway, Alex. He was angry enough this morning that I’m certain there won’t be a repeat.”

Alex laughed, his blue eyes shimmering with mirth. “You don’t know much about men, do you Jessa?”

“Sorry, I haven’t made a study of both sexes like you have.”

Alex chucked a wad of receipts at Jessa. “Take these back to Connor’s office for me, would you please? And while you’re there, why don’t you have a little chat with him. The two of you need to clear the air.”

Chapter Eight

“Alex asked me to bring these to you.” Jessa tossed the stack of receipts on Connor’s desk and turned to walk out.

“You don’t have to run away. I promise I’m done growling.”

She had been about to hustle out of the room, but his words stopped her. Jessa turned and allowed herself a long look at him. Connor seemed tired. He’d set aside his charcoal gray dress shirt and wore a black wife beater with his usual black pants.

It was the first time Jessa had ever seen his arms totally bare. Connor’s shoulders were impressive by any standards. Each muscle was well defined beneath his smooth caramel colored skin. It was hard to resist the temptation to touch. Jessa hadn’t gotten the chance to run her hands all over him the night before. And she wondered if he was as satiny as he looked.

“You aren’t a cheap slut, Jessa.”

His words drew her back to his face. Connor’s hell-black eyes softened when she met his gaze. Jessa thought back to the moment she’d thrown that thought at him. It wasn’t really how she felt. But she’d already been uncertain about their status after the night before. And his callous attitude had hurt.

“Then what am I, Connor?”

One corner of his sensuous mouth tilted up. “You’re a damned attractive woman.”

“Don’t give me that. I’ve seen the women who come in here and try to catch your eye. I may be naïve, but I’m no idiot.”

Connor unfolded his body from the chair, “No, not an idiot. Not naïve either, not really. But definitely unaware of your own desirability.”

Jessa swallowed, but her mouth went suddenly dry. Connor was staring at her as if he intended to repeat their experience. Repeat it, or expand upon it.

* * *

Jessa really had no idea. There wasn’t a hint of the usual feminine guile in her expression. No games, no traps, and no expectations were reflected in her wide hazel eyes. A slow grin spread across Connor’s face. She was beginning to look faintly alarmed.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, woman?”

“No.”

Connor grabbed her hand and pressed it against the growing bulge in his crotch. “Every time I see you I get a hard on so fierce I can hardly walk upright.”

Her face paled.

“The way you look, your smell, the way you feel, and the way you tasted last night,” Connor groaned. “I can’t get it out of my mind.”

“So you aren’t mad at me anymore?” she asked in a bare whisper.

“If I was mad it was because I was afraid you weren’t going to come back.”

“Why do you care?”

He chuckled, “Because we aren’t finished.”

Jessa didn’t pull away when he grabbed her. It wouldn’t have mattered. Connor was done waiting. He wanted to bury his cock in her pussy. His erection was already thick, swollen with his need, and ready to plunge balls-deep into her wet heat.

But first, Connor had to make her want it as badly as he did.

“You should stop.”

“Maybe I should.”

“So stop.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Jessa?”

He pressed her back against his chest and wrenched her head to gain access to her neck. Despite her verbal protests, she tilted her head to give him better access. Chuckling beneath his breath, Connor kissed a trail of hot fire from her pulse point to her collarbone.

She squirmed in his grip, her sweet backside rubbing along the ridge of his cock. Connor hissed in agony and plunged his hands beneath her soft cotton top. He drew it over her head and tossed it aside.

The smooth expanse of skin on her belly was tanned from the sun. A faint line of white peeked out from beneath her bra. Impatient to see her gorgeous breasts, Connor snapped the clasp on the flimsy garment and pulled it away. Her full breasts bounced when freed. The movement ripped a deep groan from the pit of Connor’s belly.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled as he cupped their weight in his hands.

His words alone drew her nipples into taut buds. Connor suckled each pink peak while running his big hands down her smooth back to the base of her spine. Jessa grabbed the back of his head and drew him closer, her nails scoring his bare scalp.

Connor gently pried the elastic band from her ponytail and stabbed his hands through the silken mass as it fell over her back and shoulders. Settling himself against the desktop, he used the fingers anchored in her thick hair to pull her forward.

Her full breasts mashed against his chest, nipples rubbing over his tank top.

“Take it off,” she murmured. “I want to feel your skin.”

Connor helped her to pull the soft cotton over his head and was rewarded by her fingers running lightly over the bare skin of his abdomen. A hot mouth latched onto one of his nipples and Connor stifled a shout.

His cock was demanding release. Her hands were everywhere, testing the texture of his skin, rolling his nipples between her fingers and teeth until Connor thought he would die from his lust.

Connor forcefully took control of the situation. He held her paralyzed in his grip while discarding her slacks and panties in one desperate yank. When he could feast his eyes on her naked body, he paused.

Jessa was feminine beauty personified. Soft, heavy breasts gave way to a flat tummy that widened with a gentle flare to her ample hips before lengthening into a pair of legs long enough to wrap all the way around Connor’s waist.

Connor settled his hands on her hips and pulled her into the bulge of his long, heavy erection. A part of him wanted to pull his cock out and beg her to take his length in her mouth. But he’d waited too long to feel the molten heat of her pussy.

She read his mind, fumbling with his buttons and zipper. When her hands gripped his waistband and pulled, Connor met Jessa’s hazel gaze. The hot desire in her eyes was a direct reflection of his.

There was no place to lie down in his office. It wasn’t going to stop Connor. He pushed her roughly against the desk, bending her over so that her breasts pressed against his desktop. He used one foot to spread her legs further apart. Jessa’s back arched and her rounded ass pointed enticingly upward.

Connor ran one hand over the soft flesh of her ass and used the other to spread her cheeks and bare her slit. She cried out, a high pitched sound that severed more of Connor’s tenuous hold on his self restraint.

She was hot and wet and pulsing. Creamy juice coated Connor’s fingers and he rubbed them up and down her slick cunt just to listen to the wet noise they made. Every stroke of his hand sent fissures of shock across Jessa’s bent body. She lifted her head and turned to look over her shoulder.

The sight of her waiting for him was almost more than Connor could handle. His bouncing cock was straining toward her sweet pussy almost on its own. Connor pressed three fingers into her slick vagina all at once. She convulsed around his hand and whimpered as he stretched his hand wide to prepare her for the length and width of his fully engorged cock.

“Connor I can’t take this,” she muttered brokenly.

“Wait for me Jessa baby. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

Bracing himself to be gentle, Connor positioned his body behind hers and guided the crown of his cock toward her drenched pussy. He forced himself to go slow as he began the maddening press into her hot flesh.

Her vagina stretched as he pushed into its heat. The ribbed muscles of her pussy walls eagerly welcomed him. Connor ground his teeth together to keep from slamming the rest of way inside her softness.

She was so fucking sweet. Hotter and tighter than he’d ever imagined in his wildest dreams. Finally fully seated inside Jessa until his balls rested against her swollen flesh, he pulled out just enough to slam back in.

She squealed, bouncing on the desktop and writhing against him. Connor nearly lost himself to her wet pussy in that one thrust. Forcing his brain to regain control, he pulled back and thrust home again, repeating the rhythm until she was wailing beneath him, sobbing with each thrust.

Reaching down, Connor found her clit and began to rub it relentlessly. Using two fingers, he straddled the tiny nub and forced Jessa’s body to climb higher and higher in ecstasy.

She came in a rush of sweet, hot cream that drenched his balls and his hand. Sweat ran in rivulets down his chest and arms as Connor forced himself to keep control. He wasn’t done fucking her yet. He’d never be done. He wanted to bury his cock in her hot cunt until the world ended. Connor wanted to fuck her again and again until he died of the sweet torture.

The ribbed muscles of her vagina drew tighter and tighter around his throbbing cock until Connor feared he might explode. A trickle of sweat ran down her spine, pooling at the base before disappearing into the long crevice of her sweet ass.

Connor wasn’t going to last much longer. He was too wound, too immersed in this incredible woman taking every inch of his shaft and crying his name as she crested each wave of pleasure. Pulling his cock from her cunt with a sucking pop, Connor spun her around.

“You’re going to look in my eyes when I fill your pussy with my cum, Jessa.”

Connor sat on the desk, picked her up, and impaled Jessa’s pussy with one smooth motion. Her back arched, and she was instantly lost in another mind-blowing climax. He settled her legs around his waist, ignoring the sound of papers flying off the desk. Clasping her hips in his big hands, Connor ground into her wet heat.

She welcomed each thrust with a whimper as he bore down with renewed intensity. His balls drew tight. The muscles in his abdomen flexed rock hard against the fierce pace he was setting.

Connor captured her gaze, forcing her to meet his unflinching stare. Her hazel eyes were cloudy with passion, dazed and sated and desperate all at once.

A look of sheer wonder crossed her face when Connor sprayed hot cum into her sopping wet vagina. He strained as hard as he dared to pull her down onto his cock while he thrust upwards into her creamy cunt to spill every last bit of his hot seed deep into her welcoming body.

Right then, right there, she was his. It didn’t matter if she realized it or not, Jessa Kincaid belonged to him.