Connor
What the hell just happened? I ask myself as I walk out of the door. Did I just almost make out with April? I adjust my fly, seeing that I have a boner, and continue to follow her heart-shaped ass. And what an ass it is. Jesus, not in a million years did I expect to see April when I knocked on Jaxon’s door. And I definitely did not expect to mistakenly get a peek of her naked breasts and ruby nipples from inside of her loose top.
All I know is that as soon as I did, my cock hardened, and my mouth watered. Fuck, she’s nineteen! I repeat in my head in hopes that it will cool my libido. I mean, she’s legal, but just barely. Damn it!
She doesn’t look back as she walks ahead of me, and I know that I should leave well enough alone, but I can’t. Instead, I take her by the forearm, halting her retreat, and turn her to face me. “Get in the car,” I mutter brusquely. I know that I shouldn’t be ordering her around, but all I can think about is her asking me if I would spank her.
And the answer is, Fuck yeah, I’d spank that tight ass!
She doesn’t argue or push me away as I lead her to my car. Instead, she takes a seat, buckles her seatbelt, and gives me a smug smile.
Gritting my teeth, I go to the driver’s side and take a seat, but I don’t start the car.
Instead, I look at the blond goddess beside me and glare. “I’m not playing this game with you, April,” I state firmly.
April grips a tendril of her hair and twirls it around her finger with an innocent pout. When the hell did this girl get so fucking gorgeous? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says.
I’m fuming. I’ve never been the kind of guy to lose my cool with anyone. But something about April has snagged my attention, and I don’t know how to deal with it.
Without another word, I turn the ignition and take off.
April’s penetrating gaze follows me as I maneuver through the streets. “Where are you taking me?” She asks, but I ignore her. I’m still fighting my inner conflict, and it’s pissing me off.
“Does Micah know that you wave your tits at guys? I mean, you put on quite a show back there.”
Her lip curls into a sneer. “Glad you enjoyed it?”
My jaw ticks with rage at the thought that she doesn’t refute my claim. “I didn’t say that I did. Have you no fucking shame? Didn’t Micah teach you that’s it’s not nice to tease grown men? An innocent girl like you can get into trouble with the wrong guy.”
She crosses her arms across her plump breasts and snorts. “I don’t even know where to begin correcting you. First of all, I’m not innocent. Second, I know exactly what I do to men and how to handle unwanted attention. Lastly, stop being such a misogynistic douche. We live in the twenty-first century, so stop blaming women for a man’s lack of control.”
I want to ask her what she means when she says that she’s not innocent, but I stop myself. I don’t think I want to know that other guys have touched her luscious body or that someone other than me tore through her little cherry.
I reprimand myself for even thinking about it. Fuck, this is bad! I don’t have time for complications, and April has complications written all over her. Not to mention that I’m not a fifteen-year-old boy who can’t control his hormones. There’s no way that I’m going to let my dick control my actions. Even if it’s begging me to fuck April six ways to Sunday.
I don’t need to ask where she wants me to take her. I simply drive to Sweet Perfect and stop in front. “Get out!”
April glares as she unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the car door. “Go fuck yourself, Connor!” She mutters heatedly.
“It’s never going to happen, April!” I call out. “I’m not into little girls!”
Leaning over the passenger door, she gives me a pointed glare. “You can think whatever you like, Connor, but we both know you enjoyed looking at my tits. But don’t worry, I won’t chase after you like I did when I was a kid. There are plenty of other guys who have and will enjoy them.” With that final word, she slams the door closed, making the car shudder and stomps away.
Anger rides me for the rest of the day. I can’t believe I let her get to me. Her parting words burn through my mind like acid. The mere idea that other guys have seen or touched her perfect breasts enrages me to a homicidal level. I want to kill the men who have touched her. I want to rip them to pieces.
As soon as those thoughts rush through my mind, I realize that I need to dial back the crazy. April is not and will never be mine.
For the second time in days, I rush to the gym and beat the punching bag until my body is soaked with sweat. A moment later, Corbin steps into the room, his suit jacket off and his dress sleeves rolled up. “Hey, I was calling you earlier. Where were you, and why do you look like you want to rip someone’s head off?”
Ripping my tie off, I slip my dress shirt off and crack my knuckles. “I was at Jaxon’s picking up his laptop to install the new safety measures.”
Corbin’s brow furrows with consternation. “I don’t think that’s the reason you’re pounding at that punching bag like it owes you money.”
I look at my bruised knuckles and take a step back. Chest heaving, I reach for a towel and wipe my chest. “Geez, man, I gave you a key to my apartment in case I get locked out. Not so you can walk in whenever you feel like it.”
Corbin chuckles. “Oh please, it’s not like you don’t walk into my place and make yourself at home. Now, stop hedging and tell me why you’re so wound up.”
I concede his point with an arched brow.
“It’s April,” I mutter gruffly.
Corbin gives me a confused expression. “What about April?”
Pacing in place, I take a couple of agitated breaths before I answer. “She’s a pain in the ass, that’s what about.”
“Okay, let’s backtrack here because I’m seriously confused. What. Are. You. Talking. About?” He rubs his temple to emphasize his point.
“Did you know that Micah bailed her out because she stabbed a cop?”
His eyes widen with shock. “What? Are you kidding me right now?”
I snort in reply. “No, I’m not, and that was after she got in a fight with two guys in the subway.”
His look of surprise quickly morphs into boisterous laughter, and his pale eyes gleam with mirth as he clutches his stomach. “Holy shit, that girl is such a badass.”
I shake my head. “Don’t even get me started. When I got to Jaxon’s place, she couldn’t find the laptop, so she got on all fours and gave me a view of her gorgeous breasts.
At my words, Corbin’s laughter comes to an instant halt.
For a moment, I think he’s going to ignore my comment, but then he swallows hard and says. “You lucky bastard.”
“Yeah, not so lucky, because I told her I wasn’t interested.”
“What? Why?” he sputters.
“Because she’s nineteen, Cor,” I answer.
Corbin shakes his head. “Yeah, I still don’t see the problem. I mean, she’s legal and smoking hot. I’d have hit that if you…” he drifts off, letting me fill out the rest.
I open my lips to retort, but before I can, Corbin’s cell phone rings.
Corbin looks at the screen and answers the call.
I listen with half an ear and continue to strike the bag.
“That was Priest; he wants us to meet him at the garage. He has an assignment for us.”
Nodding my head, I dry up and change back into a fresh shirt and tie.
“Did he tell you what he wants us to do?”
Corbin shrugs. “Not really. You know how my brother is. He hates discussing business unless we’re in a secure place.”
Pushing thoughts of April from my mind, I nod and follow him out the door.
April It has been two days since Connor dropped me off at home and, I have yet to get control of my emotions. He’s so damn sexy and infuriating at the same time. Thankfully, the bruises have faded, so I can go back to wearing crop tops. As soon as I walk into Sweet Perfect, Maleah gives me a concerned frown. “Hey, April, how are you? I forgot to ask about Micah bringing you home the other night.” I nod my head. “I’m fine. I just got into a bit of trouble.” Her brow furrows with concern. “Oh, okay. Is there anything I ca
Connor Taking April home with me is such a huge mistake. However, as I look at her in her little pleated skirt, tight Sweet Perfect shirt that molds to her perfect breasts, and knee socks, my brain can’t help but shut down and let my dick make my decisions for me. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing pigtails. Pigtails! It’s like she reached into my wildest dreams and pulled out my wildest fantasy. When I was thirteen, I saw one of Britney Spear’s music videos and fell in love. In the video, she was wearing a school uniform, and my tongue nearly fell out of my head. It’s just something about a hot girl in a pleated skirt that gets me riled. Now I know why Gideon reminisces on the first time he met Jade. Apparently, Jade attended an all-girl college that required her to wear school
April Connor’s bed is extremely comfortable, but I might as well be sleeping on top of a pile of stones, considering I can’t fall asleep. Seeing that sleep is going to evade me, I turn on Connor’s mounted television. The thing is huge. It pretty much takes up the whole wall. As I’m flipping through channels, the news comes on. At first, I don’t make anything of it until one of the newscasters begins discussing a homicide. I wouldn’t have made a big deal about it if the person's name didn’t ring a bell. Heart pounding wildly, I listed as the gorgeous reporter discusses the death of Billy Darbin This is Ellen
Connor “Why are you here?” Micah asks, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. I give him an incredulous stare. “You asked me to give her a ride.” He doesn’t reply for a moment. Instead, he continues to gaze at me as if assessing me for something. “Look, Connor, because I respect your brother and your work ethic, I feel I should give you a warning.” I arch a brow and cross my arms in front of my chest, waiting for him to continue. Micah has always been a straight shooter. However, I’m still stunned by what he says next.
April I look at my buzzing phone and roll my eyes with annoyance when I see an unknown number. Taking it in hand, I tap ignore and let it go to voicemail. Over the past couple of months, I’ve been getting these phone calls, but no one responds when I answer them. Instead, I hear someone’s deep breaths sifting through my ears. No thanks! I’ve also been seeing some weird shit around the outside of my apartment. There was another bloody doll on my doorstep a couple of days ago. I just don’t know what to make of it, so I ignore it. Looking up, I hear the ring of Sweet Perfect’s hanging doorbell, warning me that someone is coming in. &
Connor Damn, damn, damn! I can’t believe I just did that. I scream in my head. Rushing to my car, I sift my fingers through my hair and blow out a couple of deep breaths. My heart feels like it’s about to burst from my chest, and my pants feel uncomfortable. I look down at my zipper and curse the fact that even though I came in my pants, I’m still hard. Every part of me rebels at the thought of leaving when what I really want to do is go back in there and slide into her tight, warm depths. Fuck! I berate myself as I drive back to my place. It’s amazing that even beneath the freezing cold water r
April I grip Connor close as all of the windows in the shop erupt around us. Glass rains across the room, creating a symphony with my horrified screams. Without a thought, Connor drags me behind the counter, keeping his body over mine. Popping sounds resound across the room, breaking glass, plates, and cups. Rolling back, Connor pulls out a gun. His expression grows cold as the popping sounds continue. “What’s happening?” I call out over the roaring sounds. Connor glances my way quickly and shouts. “Someone’s shooting up the place.
Connor Looking at my closed bedroom door, I tighten my fists and visibly struggle to not rush in there and finish what I started with April the night before. God, I want her so badly. And after hearing her tragic story, I want her more. I never knew someone could be so strong. She makes my sad childhood in the slums look like child’s play. I might have been poor, and we might have struggled, but at least I had Santana. I can’t imagine what she endured in the hands of that psycho. And hearing her tell me that her mother sold her to that man makes me want to murder someone. Seeing that I’m not going to get any sleep, I take off my suit jacket and tie then break out my laptop. Unlike when I was researching April, it doesn’t take me long to find information on the other kids. Unfortunately, wha