Almost as if he heard her, his grip around her body tightened. She felt his hand slide from around her waist down to the front of her mound. His fingers zeroed in on her clit and started rubbing it furiously.
“Find it, Kenzi,” he ordered into her ear, his hot breath washing over her. She could hear how close his bear was to the surface and it only turned her on more.
She wanted this hard and fast, so she rotated her hips to bring him deeper into her each time.
“Good girl, so sweet, so fucking tight,” he said, grinding into her ass.
It was fucked up, but him calling her good girl just shot her over the top. Her body bucked into his as she exploded around him. The walls of her pussy clamping down, squeezing his dick to extend the blissful pleasure coursing through her. She let her head drop back to his shoulder as she cried out his name, “Conner!”
She heard him growl in response, his hips jerking behind her as he came, jetting his cum into her. He slipped a bit and wrapped his mouth around the end of her shoulder and bit down just enough to lock her in place without breaking the skin.
Conner couldn’t believe the ecstasy that was throbbing through him. Each spurt of cum rocketed out of him, like it was trying to reach her secret depths. His DNA searching for a prize that Conner wasn’t willing to acknowledge yet.
As he felt the last shudder rack his body, he slowly released her shoulder and relaxed his arms. He stood and slipped out of her dripping core, he’d never come as much as he had in the last twenty-four hours. It was record-setting his twisted little brain thought.
Buttoning up his pants, he waited for Mackenzie to turn around to him.
She finally dropped her arms and stood back from the desk. With her back to him she said, “Lock the door on your way out.”
Conner watched as she headed towards the bathroom and entered, closing the door behind her.
Never having looked at him.
Fuck, that hurt. That hurt in a way that Conner wasn’t sure how to process. His bear was whimpering in his head. He had gone from feeling like the king of the mountain to feeling like scum. She’d gotten hers, it wasn’t like he’d just got his rocks off and left her wanting. Right?
Realizing she wasn’t coming out of that bathroom anytime soon. Conner finished getting dressed and paused when he heard the shower turn on.
For some reason, the thought of her washing his scent off her pissed him way the hell off. Slamming out the door, he did make sure it was locked before jumping into his Jeep and peeling out of the parking lot.
Chapter 11
Conner decided to bury himself in work. With Kenzi at the motel, she was less of a distraction and he could keep his bear in check.
There were no further sightings or scenting of Tony, the elusive saboteur. It really rubbed Conner raw that this asshole was wandering around touching their equipment without being seen.
Granted they had around fifty employees at any given time and, to be honest, most of them looked the same. Loggers tended to come in one form. Burly, plaid, bearded, and usually kept to themselves. They worked too hard to spend their time swapping recipes with their coworkers.
Wyatt had been smart enough to start posting photos of Tony around the camp. This at least gave them another fifty sets of eyes to watch out for him. Would be a lot harder to mess with something when everyone knew your face.
That being said, work still had to be done. It had been three days since his run-in with Kenzi at the hotel. He knew she visited his mom during the day when she knew he would be gone. His mom would remark on how she was helping with the wedding which was invaluable since they were so behind on their plans.
He also couldn’t avoid her scent at his mom’s, so he started making excuses why he couldn’t come over. He knew it was chicken shit, but it was survival of the fittest at this point.
Today he was heading out to a clear-cut they had worked a number of months ago. The dry weather had let the piles of slash dry out and it was time to get rid of them before they could start planting.
Conner had his team readying the water trucks to meet him up there. They had their permits to burn and his crew had done this hundreds of times. Still, it was always risky to light a pile of brush and timber as tall as a house on fire.
As he aimed his truck down the narrow dirt road, he could see the piles of brush in the distance. He drove as far as he could before hopping out. Deciding to walk the perimeter to ensure the fire break was still clear, he took off to circle the area.
Making it halfway around, Conner was as far away from his truck as he could get. Seeing a glint of light, he saw the caravan of work and water trucks pulling up behind his rig.
He raised his arm to try and catch their attention when he heard a crack, then a whoosh. Turning around behind him he saw a figure near the edge of the trees, down a slope where he hadn’t walked yet.