Phoenix Rising(42)
His brain barely registered her words. It was too busy processing the way she looked. Her long honey-colored hair was secured in a spiky knot. Several renegade locks slid like silk over her near bare shoulders. The breasts he loved to kiss and touch were spilling over the top of a smooth black corset top that displayed her perfectly molded body. A short skirt rested on the swell of her hips. The pleated black and white material barely covered her delicious ass.
Connor blinked. He’d just caught a glimpse of the top of one black silk stocking beneath the edge of her skirt. His cock went rock hard.
He would bet an entire night’s take that Morgan had somehow convinced Jessa to wear a thong.
Connor bit back a groan at the thought. Just one tiny scrap of material separating her beautiful ass cheeks, a quick hook of his thumb and he could reach between her legs and bury his hand in her slick heat.
The massive hard on didn’t go away. He stood scowling at the front door, watching people flash ID while the beast roaring inside him was violently aware of every single move Jessa made inside the bar. To say nothing of the customers’ appreciative reactions.
She laughed and tossed meaningless smiles at the patrons while she skittered around the bar in her combat boots. All the while, Connor could sense her gaze returning constantly to him. Every searing touch of her hazel eyes made his cock pulse with the urge to spread her open in front of the entire bar and fuck her. Just to show them Jessa was his.
“Is my ID enough, or do I need to prove myself to you?”
The feminine voice pulled Connor forcefully back to the job at hand. Four women stood in front of him. Not a single one of them belonged in his bar.
Phoenix Rising catered to people who lived in the real world. A world of hard workers scraping by who wanted a good drink in a low key atmosphere and the chance to blow off some steam in a back corner with a willing partner. The men were rough manual laborers or guys clawing their way up the corporate ladder who needed a place they could let the civilized charade fall away. The women weren’t much different. And they were all looking for a chance to let themselves go for a bit and feed the wild instincts they spent all day ignoring.
The four women standing before him were wearing dresses made by designers with names Connor wouldn’t have been able to pronounce even if he’d known who they were. The one who’d spoken had on a tiny black dress and five inch spike heels. Her blonde hair was twisted into a perfect chignon at the back of her head. Flawless cosmetics gave her what Connor would’ve bet most men considered an attractive face. But her eyes were so cold and calculating that Connor tossed her into the Selena pile without even bothering to know her.
“I don’t doubt the four of you are old enough to be in here,” Connor said, widening his stance. “But I can’t imagine why you’re here.”
The blonde exchanged hushed whispers with a skin and bones redhead sporting green eyes and an athletic black haired waif with violet eyes. All three conformed to the New York version of good looks with their tiny tits and lack of a substantial ass. The brunette was the sole one of the foursome that seemed to have her own brain, though she hadn’t used it when choosing her outfit.
Connor turned his attention away from the whispering beauty queens to watch the curvy brunette stand on the tiptoes of her chunky platform sandals to see across the bar. She was obviously looking for someone. Her gaze brightened when she spotted Jessa behind the bar with Alex.
The crowd at the tables had reached its typical mid-week slow down. Jessa had joined Alex at the bar with a core group of the regulars. The lusty factory workers were enjoying Jessa’s new outfit as she bent over to serve whatever Alex slid her way.
“We’re friends of Jessa’s,” the brunette eagerly offered.
The pieces of the puzzle snapped together. But instead of welcoming the ladies, Connor wanted even more to throw them out. These were the country club bimbos who had spent so many years tying Jessa into tight little knots. She’d come so far so fast. An encounter with the bitches standing before him wasn’t in her best interest. It wasn’t in Connor’s either.
Seeing a piece of Jessa’s past standing before him, a few things began to make some sense. The brunette was the only one with a shred of hope. Her curvy body was draped in a horrible dress two sizes too large. The sack hid her large breasts and hips. Connor knew it was probably her intention. Their preppy uptight society told them they were fat and ugly so often that they started to believe it. It wasn’t until someone like him with a little taste and a streak of bad a mile wide helped them turn loose that they started to realize their own feminine power.