Wanting More(16)

She tried to push me away, but I kept a good hold on her. “Please, just go.”

I pressed my lips against hers and held them there for a few seconds, before pulling away and walking out the door. I never even turned back to see if she’d followed me out of that storage room.

Unfortunately, a few weeks later, while visiting our Kentucky family, my sister got some real bad news. Ty had raised my sister’s daughter Bella as his own, but her biological grandmother was fighting for visitation. Since they couldn’t have the birth certificate changed unless he was the real father, he concocted a ridiculous plan to get a paternity test altered in his favor. As much as I wanted there to be another way, I knew we had to do what was best for Bella.

I may have been shitty when it came to girls, but my family was a different story. They were always my first priority, even my brother in law, Tyler. After having the test done, we all stopped by the salon for something Miranda needed. I was happy to see Amy and teased her about giving me a haircut. I kept my jokes to a minimum while my sister was in the room, but once she walked away, I pounced right on that shit.

“Hey, Beautiful, you think I could get my hair trimmed?” She was bending over picking up some hair to throw away.

I watched her look over at Ty and then back to me. “Your sister is fully capable of cutting that head.”

I sat down in her seat anyway. “I reckon I’d rather have you do it.” I removed my hat and smiled, showing off my dimples like it was going to win me the prize.

Amy was getting irritated with me. “I don’t have time to cut it.”

After looking around the salon and noticing they were closed for lunch, I saw my opportunity to push her some more. “It won’t take long.” I looked over to Ty, not really caring what he thought.

“Come on, Beautiful, just a quick trim. I don’t bite, well at least not unless you ask me to.” She looked mortified as I blew her a quick kiss through the mirror.

“You’re a pig, Conner Healy. Stop calling me beautiful.”

“Why? It’s the truth. I think you’re sexy as hell.” She already should have known that. If I had a real type, like to describe the perfect woman, she would fit the bill.

“Well, let me remind you that I’m married.” She held her ring up in my face.

“You’re so pretty when you get all roused up. It’s just a haircut, sweetness. Surely you’ve cut other sexy men’s hair before.”

I wasn’t giving up. She smelled of pomegranate and I wanted to taste her sweet lips again.

“Fine one haircut, but you’re paying double for getting on my nerves,” she teased.

The first time she ran her hands through my hair, I closed my eyes. I imagined her grabbing it while riding on top of me, with her tits swinging all around. When I opened my eyes, they were the first thing I looked for. “I bet you imagined runnin’ your hands through it, haven’t you?”

She took a huge chunk in her hand and jerked my head back. I think I liked it more than it hurt. She gritted her teeth. “If you don’t cut it out, I’m going to shave it all off.”

It made my dick start to get hard, so I reached my arms around her and pulled her up against my body. She stood there, not letting go of me. “When are you goin’ to stop fightin’ this?”

“There is no this!” She took her hands and moved them from her body to mine.

I had enough of the games and needed to either fuck her or walk away. I leaned in toward her ear. “Maybe next time then.” Then I walked out of the salon.





Chapter 6

Amy

Avoiding Conner Healy at all cost was normally easy, unless he was walking in my shop, throwing his sexy mouth against mine. Then it was a bit more difficult. I had too many of my own problems to add him to the mix.

After spending the night in the motel room with him, I made it a point to steer clear of Miranda and Ty’s, even when Rick and I were fighting. Things seemed to calm down after the night I never came home. He thought I stayed at Miranda’s and never asked any questions. Although, he still needed to know my every move.

Keeping someone like Conner off of my mind was harder than I thought. Even when I was hating him, I was still thinking about him. In fact, I couldn’t stop. During the day I found myself listening to Miranda complaining about him and when I went home at night, I daydreamed about his hot body and the way it felt when he kissed me.

I don’t know how apparent I was, but Rick started accusing me of having an affair. Of course, I hadn’t seen or talked to Conner, or anyone else for that matter. It was a pure coincidence, but it didn’t seem to change his accusations. Rick had it in his head that I was having some heated affair and it was enough to send him over the edge at any moment.