Wanting More(28)

I placed small kisses on her lips until I heard someone trying to get in the front door. Amy pulled away and jumped up, tugging me into the back room. "You have to go." She opened the back door and started shoving me out it. I stuck my foot in the door, preventing it from closing. "Memorize that number, Blaze."

She smiled and closed the door.

I saw Ty pulling out of the parking lot as I was crossing the street. He wasn’t paying attention enough to see me, so I just continued walking. I probably shouldn't have gone to her place of work, but I needed to know she was alright. I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if he beat her when she got home.

After my little afternoon delight, I went home and finished up work early. I couldn't wait to hear her voice again and feel the touch of her soft skin. I just couldn’t get enough.





Chapter 12

Amy



Being with Conner made me feel alive again, but also made me realize that I needed to get my life together. He and I probably would never have any kind of future, and in all seriousness, I knew he'd never want more than what we already were. Still, he gave me hope that someone could want me. He made me feel desired again.

I cried the whole way to my house that morning he dropped me off. Every bone in my body was telling me to stay with him. When I looked at Conner, I saw safety. Sure, the sex was the best I'd ever had, but it was more than that. I knew that he would never lay a hand on me or call me the names that Rick was forever calling me.

Much to my fears, Rick was waiting for me when I got home. He was freshly showered and cooking breakfast. I walked in feeling like I was having a bad dream. He smiled and pulled me into his arms for a kiss. "I'm making breakfast. Hope you're hungry."

I was in shock. I had to play along with his charade in order to keep the peace. He kissed me again and I neglected to return his affections. "Do you mind if I get a shower?"

"No, everything will be done when you get out."

I walked out of the kitchen, looking back to see if it was some kind of mirage. Sure enough, Rick was flipping an egg in the pan. I pretty much ran into the bathroom and shut the door. When I climbed in the shower, I was a wreck. For months this man had been horrible to me and the first time I do something that made me feel amazing, he decides he wants to be nice again. I just didn't get it.

I cried in the shower; not because of what I'd done. Nothing could make me regret that. It was perfect and I needed it. I cried because I just wanted out of this hell I was living in. Now more than ever I knew that I wanted my own life to live.

Once I was showered and dressed, I made my way into the kitchen to find Rick sitting at the table, with two place settings. He held out his hand and pointed to the seat across from him. I held my steady grin as I sat down across from him. Even with a smile on his face, he was still a monster to me. "What's the occasion?"

I was reluctant to take a bite out of anything he made, considering the fact that maybe it had all been poisoned. When I could tell he was waiting for me to eat, I took a deep breath and nibbled on my toast.

"I got a call this morning from that company I applied for; the one that transports the building supplies. They want me to start next Monday. The pay is almost double what I'm making now, but it will require me to be on the road three days a week still."

I tried to form a smile. "Congratulations. Does your daughter know?"

"Yeah, I told her this morning. Look, I know I've been hard on you, but you gotta understand, things have been difficult for me. I'm hoping this new opportunity changes everything for us."

I was hoping he was going to offer me my salon and disappear forever. "Sounds great." I couldn't pretend to be happy when I clearly wasn't. I stood up from the table and grabbed my purse that had been put back together. "I have to get to work. I have a perm coming in at eight thirty. Thanks for breakfast. I'll see you tonight."

I didn't lean over and give him a kiss and he was probably going to take it out on me later. There was no way I could sit there for another minute and pretend that I wanted to work things out with him. The whole time he was talking, I was seeing Conner between my legs, licking and kissing me.

By the time I got to the salon I was too shaken up to concentrate on hair. I had lied about the perm client and thankfully work was slow. Miranda came in and kept to herself. I knew she had a bunch going on and tried to stay out of it.

When lunchtime came around and Conner showed up at the salon, I couldn't keep my hands off of him. His strong hands touched me and gave me that urgency to be with him again. From the moment his hard erection entered me, I felt pure bliss again. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and I had to find a way to keep seeing him.