“I hear you, man,” the guy next to him growled in a slurred voice. “Bitches, all of them, especially if they happen to be your boss.”
“Working for a ball-breaker, are you?” Jeremy asked in sympathy as he accepted his drink from the bartender.
The guy snorted. “Not anymore. I had a good thing going until the Barton bitch decided to come home to ruin things.”
Jeremy almost choked on his drink and had to take another sip to force the first down. What were the odds? “Did… did you say Barton?”
Squinting blurry eyes, the guy groused, “Yeah, why?”
“I know her, and I’m as unhappy with her as you.” Jeremy kicked back another, longer swallow, the liquor searing his throat as much as Tamara’s betrayal burned in his gut. The more he thought about her ire when she’d seen him, her clothing, and that cocky bastard she welcomed inside, the hotter his anger grew. “Too bad you’re not still on that fucking ranch,” he said without thinking. “I’d pay to show her she doesn’t belong out there.”
Eyes sharpening, the younger guy held out his hand. “I’m Neil. Let’s talk options.”
Connor remained fired up on all cylinders as he pulled out of Tamara’s clutching body, still feeling the way her tight spasms rippled up and down his cock and how her abundant cream had made it easy for him to plow into her without stopping until he’d exploded. Her leg fell back down, and he missed that possessive clasp that spoke volumes. He could just make out her glazed eyes in the dim lighting, the damp flush covering her face and the outline of her pert nipples. Looking further down, past the rucked-up dress, he gazed a moment at her glistening, puffy labia, aching to delve between those slick folds again.
“Are you in your old bedroom?” he asked gruffly as he lowered his shoulders and hoisted her face down over his right.
Her startled gasp followed with a giggle that warmed his heart. Palming one buttock, he strode down the hall as she replied with a breathless gasp, “Yes. Are you staying?”
The hope in her voice tugged at his conscience. He’d been blind for way too long. Tossing her onto the double bed covered in a handmade quilt of bright colors, he stated, “All night, so I hope you can get by tomorrow on little sleep. Get out of that thing.”
As soon as they’d both stripped down to nothing but bare skin, Connor joined Tamara on the bed, flipped her over and yanked her hips up. Her hands fisted in the covers as she pushed up onto her elbows and turned her head far enough for him to see the flare of excitement in her pewter eyes and the teasing grin kicking up the corners of her lips. “It’s taken me forever to get you here and now you’re in a hurry?”
“I may be slow, but once I’m where I want to be, I don’t believe in wasting time.” He coasted his hands across her soft buttocks. “I owe you a spanking for leaving the club without my permission, or even the courtesy of telling me, but you’re still too tender from earlier to indulge myself tonight.” Sliding his palms up her back, he leaned over and shifted under her torso to cup her breasts as he slid his cock through the seam of her damp folds. “Fuck but you feel good,” he groaned with a shudder of pleasure before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
Tamara shifted her hips against his pelvis. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“Just making sure you’re with me.” Straightening, Connor used his knees to shove hers further apart while sheathing himself again. With one deep push, he buried himself balls-deep inside her snug pussy, gripping her buttocks to hold her still for another fast ride. “Damn it, Tamara, I swear I’ll take you slower next time.”
“I don’t mind quick,” she panted as he plunged in and out of her already grasping channel, her slick heat pulling at his shaft.
“I do, but I’ll address that later, much later.” His inability to hold back once he was inside her was another sign she’d been right to push past his misgivings about going in this direction. But as he pummeled her depths again, Connor still worried this might be a mistake, that thinking of her as Tamara instead of Tam could muddle his concentration enough he’d screw up somehow, something he’d sworn he would never do again after she’d refused to speak with him the last time.
His balls drew up as prickles of pleasure traversed up his cock. Slipping one hand under her, he rooted out her clit an
d pressed the delicate piece of swollen flesh against his pumping erection. “Now, Tamara,” he demanded.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, her orgasm bursting around him as soon as his exploded out of his cockhead.
Connor kept pumping inside her as they collapsed, slowing his thrusts as he savored her tight clasp and ragged breathing. She arched her buttocks against his groin, the plump mounds a soft cushion he could lie on forever. With a deep groan, he pulled out of her, whispering, “Go to sleep, little one.”
Tamara rolled over, wincing as her well-used body made all its pleasurable aches known. Blinking open blurry eyes, she noted the time on the bedside clock in disbelief. She never slept past eight on the weekend yet here it was after nine and she was still in bed. Too bad she was in here alone. With a yawn, she slid out from under the warm covers and padded into the adjoining bathroom.
The man was insatiable, she groaned, standing under the hot pelting shower. Connor had awoken her in the middle of the night for another go around, surprising her with his stamina. Not that she was complaining. Leaning against the wall, she soaped her body as she recalled every touch, low groan and deep thrust. She’d never indulged in such a sexual marathon, but even if she had, she doubted she would have enjoyed each decadent moment as much as she had relished finally being on the receiving end of Master Con’s undivided sexual attention.
But as she dried off and slipped on a pair of jeans and comfortable sweatshirt, morning after uneasiness crept in to put a damper on the lingering pleasure she’d awakened with. Opening the bedroom door, the whiff of coffee that tickled her nose cleared the remaining sleepiness from her head. Passing Amy’s empty room, she surmised Con was still here and that pleased her even though she wasn’t sure what his mood would be this morning. She doubted he ever felt morning after jitters.
Tamara halted in the still messy dining room as she saw Connor standing at the stove shirtless and shoeless, his brown, sun-streaked hair brushing his shoulders, his back muscles rippling with his arm movements as he stirred eggs. Her breath caught as she gazed at the sexy picture he made, her heart thudding as she prayed he wouldn’t do an about-face and end this before it could go any further. Insecurity gripped her and for a moment, she was a kid again, abandoned to a stranger by her mother, waking the next morning afraid the father she’d never known before had changed his mind about having her here.
“I was just about to wake you.” Turning, Con held up the spatula, his blue eyes assessing as he gave her a careful once-over. A smile creased his tanned cheeks as his gaze traveled back to her face and he caught the wariness she knew she couldn’t hide from him. “The morning after can be a bitch, can’t it? Maybe this will help.” He strode forward and dropped a soft kiss on her mouth, the touch brief but enough to leave her lips tingling and to cause her heart to roll over.
Tamara gave him a shaky grin. “I don’t have as much practice as you with overnighters.”
“You’d be surprised. In case you’re wondering, other than three monogamous relationships that didn’t last beyond a few months, I can count the times I spent the entire night with someone on one hand. Does that help?” he asked, swinging back to the stove.
Compared to her limited encounters, no, but she wouldn’t admit that. She looked away from him as she strolled over to the full coffee pot. “I’ve only had one serious relationship and our split was hard on both of us. I can’t imagine going through that three times.” She felt sorry for Connor’s exes. It must have been difficult for them when he had moved on.
“You planned to marry him. That’s a lot more serious than a short affair, during which I made no promises.”