Saving Us

by Jennifer Foor

  "I know. You're right." Once she finally agreed that taking Amy to Kentucky was the right decision, she got up and helped her get her things together. For all of the times where I had tried to prevent Amy from being stressed, she was more stressed than ever before. I had to get her away from all of this.

  An hour later, we were climbing into my truck. I kissed my little nephews and my niece goodbye and hugged my sister. I wasn't sure when we'd be able to come back to North Carolina. For someone that never wanted to move here, it killed me more to be leaving.

  Kentucky was great, but raising my kids alongside my sister was always something that I wanted to do. I was miserable when she lived here and I lived there. Maybe I was being selfish. I knew she had her own family and I was about to start mine. Everything was happening too damn fast.

  Once we got on the road and had been driving for a while, I couldn’t stand the silence. This had all happened so fast and we'd never stopped to talk about us going to Kentucky. Amy had just gone along with it.

  "You hungry?"

  She shrugged but never looked my way.

  "When did you eat last?"

  "I don't remember."

  That was one thing that drove me crazy. She forgot to eat all the time. “I’m goin' to stop at the next town and get us some supper."

  "I can't eat right now, Conner."

  I clenched the steering wheel and bit my tongue. Was it necessary for the woman to be so hardheaded when I was trying my darndest to take care of her? "You need to eat."

  "Please don't do this right now, Conner. I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

  I pulled over the truck, unable to hold it in anymore. "This ain't about Rick or the damn salon. You are carryin' my child and I will be damned if I'm goin' to sit back and watch you fall apart. We are stoppin' at the next town and if I have to force feed your stubborn ass, I will."

  She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees. I caught a glimpse of a dirty look as I pulled back onto the road. "Whatever!"

  "For the record, I don’t give a damn if you’re pissed at me. You'll get over it."

  "What if I don't?"

  Was she really going to threaten me with that shit when I was trying to do the right thing? I knew she was all pissed off. I got it. I guess I didn’t think she was going to take it all out on me. I wasn’t sure that I liked being anyone’s punching bag. "You will!"

  I stopped at a diner at the next town. Amy said nothing as she climbed out of the truck and followed behind me. I placed my hand on her back as we entered and I swear she seemed irritated. Once we got our seats, she kept being the same way. I looked at the menu for a second. “What are you gettin’?”

  She put her menu down and looked right at me. “Why don’t you pick for me, since you think you know what I need.”

  I placed my palms down on the table and looked right at her. “I get it. I’m your punchin’ bag. Does it make you feel good to treat me like shit?”

  She rolled her eyes and covered her face up so I couldn’t see her expression.

  Once the waitress came over, I took it upon myself to order for the both of us. If Amy wanted to act like that, I was going to show her how it felt.

  I played on my phone until our food came, since neither of us were talking. We ate in silence and just like I had thought, she was hungry and ate almost all of her food. Every bite I took, I stared right at her. I knew it was driving her crazy, but I didn’t care. I had made it a mission to piss her off.

  “I think we should get a room for the night and drive the rest of the way in the mornin’.”

  She took a napkin and wiped off her face. “Whatever you want to do.”

  The whole punching bag thing was really wearing thin on me. “Amy, do you have a problem with me?”

  She shook her head. “No! Everything is just dandy.”

  That was it. I’d had enough. “If you keep givin’ me the cold shoulder, I may just have to take you in the bathroom and have my way. I can’t even begin to tell you how turned on I am right now.”

  She rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat, while grabbing her purse. “Thanks for the food. I’ll be in the truck when you’re done.”

  Now, I could understand that she was hurting. Hell, I don’t even know how upset I would have been if it had happened to me. Maybe I would want to be alone and not deal with people as I tried to figure out what I was going to do. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was giving her a good enough reason to be so short with me.

  I paid the check and headed out to the truck. Amy was leaning against the window, acting like I wasn’t even in it with her. I shook my head and started back out to the highway.

  A few miles down the road, I found a hotel and pulled in. Obviously, Amy wasn’t going to talk to me on the ride to Kentucky, so I needed to rest.

  She waited in the truck while I got the room and we both grabbed some clothes out of our bags and headed to the room. Just like every other hotel room, it had two double beds. Amy plopped down on the furthest bed away and didn’t even acknowledge me being in the room with her.

  I tried to act like she wasn’t bothering me, so I headed into the bathroom to shower. After turning on the water and getting undressed, I realized that I was so damn frustrated that I wanted to punch a wall. I couldn’t stand it anymore. She was making me so pissed off at her.

  Without even wrapping a towel around myself, I walked out into the bedroom area. She had turned on the television and was paying full attention to it. So, I walked right in front of it, blocking her view. “Hey, I was watching that!”

  I pointed toward her body. “Take off your clothes.”

  She sat up completely on the bed and shook her head. “No!”

  “Take off your clothes. Now!”

  She crossed her arms in front of her. “No!”

  If she wanted to continue this, I could only see one way to make her stop. I climbed on the bed, chasing her off of it. She stood with her back against a wall as I approached. While I had her blocked, I grabbed the waist to her pants and yanked them down a couple inches. “I want you naked.” My hand slid up her shirt and cupped one of her breasts. “If I can’t get you to settle down by talkin’, then I’m just goin’ to have to fuck it out of you.”

  Her eyes widen as I said it. I used both hands to cup her breast from underneath her shirt. Knowing what was under the bra, I let my fingers slide underneath to lift the bra off of those perky tits. As my fingers grazed each of her hard nipples, I could already tell she was going to break down. “Conner…stop…please.” She closed her eyes and licked her lips.

  A deep moan escaped my mouth right before my lips pressed against hers. “You know you don’t want me to.” I kissed her slowly again.

  She continued to fight me even as she kissed me back. “No, I’m mad at you.”

  “Get over it!” I pressed her body harder into the wall, while taking one of my hands and slipping it underneath of her panties. Her pussy was warm and I took two fingers and slid them between her lips. I applied pressure to her little clit. “Oh, I know you’re lyin’ now.”

  She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. They were still angry, but all I could see was how they were burning with passion.

  I spun her body around and pushed the weight of my body into her. Her cheek was pressed against the wall with her arms up above her head. I squatted down and removed her pants, lifting up each of her legs to free them. I ran both of my hands up her legs and then over her ass. I stood up and got close to her ear. “Tell me to stop, Amy. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right now.”

  I spun her around and yanked her top over her head. As soon as the fabric left her face, she attacked me with a heated kiss. I felt her arms reach around my neck, so I lifted her up and pressed her against the wall again. My hands were on her ass and her legs were wrapped around my waist. I used the wall as a brace while I took one of my hands and guided my dick to her wet entrance. She gasped as I filled her with my erection. Our b
reathing increased as well as our kisses. What started out slow was suddenly fast and hard. Our tongues played together while I got into a steady groove. With each thrust, Amy was lifted up higher on the wall. Her nails dug into my back.

  I got concerned when she relaxed her legs and let herself slide from my grip. She squatted down to and licked up one of my legs. In one swift move, Amy has reversed placed with me. She pushed my back up against the wall and kissed her way to my hard cock. Her hand wrapped it and she started stroking it aggressively. I kept trying to watch, but wanted to close my eyes so badly. I took my hand and ran it through her hair until it got stuck. I pulled on it, making her head move closer to my shaft. She licked the tip and the idea of her tasting herself drove me wild. She spread my legs more and licked the base of my balls, before taking my length into her mouth. While still stroking it roughly, her mouth moved against her strokes. It was so rough; different from how she’d always done it before. She was taking her anger out on my cock and I was enjoying every damn second of it. “Oh, baby I’m going to come.”

  Her lips pulled away, as she looked up at me and licked my tip. “Oh yeah, I want you to.”

  I held it long enough for her to put it back in her mouth. She moaned as I tightened my body and let it fill her mouth. Just when I thought she was pulling away, she licked my tip one more time, letting a strand of my release trail from her lips to my tip. I laid my head back against the wall and tried to calm down. Everywhere she was touching me felt sensitive.

  Amy stood up and walked over to the bed. She climbed up on top of it, sticking out her ass as she crawled to the center. I watched her turn around and look at me while keeping the same position. “When you’re done with your shower, I’ll be here waiting. I think you’re going to have to fuck me more if you want me to smile again.”

  “You keep that ass up just like that and I will fuck you all night long, darlin’.”

  She giggled. “Hurry up then.”

  Chapter 17

  Amy

  Maybe I shouldn’t have been acting so childish.

  Maybe I should have considered how Conner was feeling.

  I couldn’t explain my actions. Everything was just out of control. My business was destroyed. I had no income. My husband was a psychopath. How much more could I take before I lost it?

  I wasn’t trying to intentionally be mean to Conner, but I wanted my space.

  Of course, he had to push me and use his drop dead gorgeous body to do it. After just a couple of moments, he had me feening. I needed him and I wanted him.

  It wasn’t long after we were back in the room that I just couldn’t stand it any longer.

  When Conner came out of the shower, his body was still glistening with beads of water. The towel was around his head and as he dried his hair, it made it stick up in a sexy way. He smirked and knew just what my eyes were saying to him. I wanted more, in fact, I think I needed it. Conner was going to be my cure. He alone had the ability to make me forget about everything that was going on. One touch from him put me in such a frenzy that nothing else was relevant. I wanted to be in the now. No, I needed to be. The sex was rough at first and as good as it felt, I needed to pleasure him. Sure, it was sort of my way of apologizing without saying the words.

  I sat up on my knees at the edge of the bed and welcomed his kisses as he bent over and climbed on top of me. His skin was sticky from being wet and it was hard to feel the smooth skin with my fingertips. Instead, I dug my fingertips into his biceps and pulled him into our kiss. He'd brushed his teeth and tasted of fresh mint. I welcomed his tongue into my mouth and immediately felt the heat rapidly growing from between my legs.

  He pulled away from my lips and looked into my eyes. "You done bein' so stubborn?"

  I backed up onto the bed, leaving him down at my legs. "Maybe."

  He leaned down, putting his face evenly with my sex. One of his hands brushed over the skin. "Tell me you love me, Blaze."

  "No!" I honestly don't know why I said it. He and I both knew that I did.

  "I'll make you say it."

  I shook my head, even though I was fully aware that he could.

  I felt his tongue touch my tiny nub. Right away the room started to spin. This was exactly what I wanted. He pulled away and looked up at me smiling. "Tell me."

  I shook my head again.

  He licked harder.

  My body began to buck and just before I screamed out his name in passion, he pulled away. Conner sat up smiling, knowing just what he'd done to me. I leaned toward Conner and tackled him, sending us both tumbling off the bed. I landed on top of him, thanks to him catching me, but instead of thanking him, I grabbed his hard erection and placed myself on it. He grabbed my hips as it slid right inside. I remained sitting up, looking down at Conner. It was so easy to stare into those beautiful eyes. He bit down on his lip as I rode him harder and harder. When Conner reached up and pinched both of my nipples, I knew that ecstasy was upon me. "Come for me Blaze. Let it all out, darlin'."

  And I did.

  I screamed his name and a bunch of other things that made no sense.

  When I was insatiably satisfied, I slowed my pace. Conner linked our hands together. "I'm so close. Don't stop doing...that!"

  Conner squeezed my hands as I felt his body tightening up. I stilled my body, allowing him time to relax.

  He opened his eyes and looked up at me. My eyes filled with tears and I let my body fall right into his chest. He put his arms around me and kissed my forehead. "Let it out, Amy. Just let it out."

  Every emotion was racing through my mind, but one was the strongest of them all. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you, Conner. I love you so much. I don't want to ever lose you."

  He lifted my face. "I'm not goin' anywhere. I got you where I want you."

  I sniffled and looked at him puzzled. "Where is that?"

  "Wherever I am."

  I smiled. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

  "Only the ones carrying my child."

  I stood up and headed in the direction of the bathroom. Conner got up and followed behind me. "If you think I'm going to climb out the window, I'm afraid you are seriously mistaken."

  I reached down and turned the shower back on. When I turned around Conner was just standing there, leaning against the doorframe. "You know you're my future, right?"

  "Don't do that."

  "Do what?"

  "Promise me forever. Not when so much is standing in our way."

  "Amy, I don't give a damn about any of that. Nothin' is goin' to stop us from bein' a family. Would you please stop thinkin' so darn negatively about everything? As long as I got you, I don't care where we gotta live. You want a salon, well, I will build you one. Just tell me what you want so I can make it happen."

  I didn’t know what to say to Conner. More than anything, I wanted us to be a family. God, I had wanted it for so long. I didn’t know what I would do without him, but I feared that Rick was not going to let anything stop him from destroying my happiness. I wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do it, but it was possible. “Just don’t give up on me. No matter how moody I get, or how much I cry. It’s not ever about you. You are the only person in my life that I know I can count on. This baby, our baby, means everything to me. I just wish we didn’t have to go through this. My God, I am pregnant and practically running for my life. I don’t know how I am supposed to even feel about that.”

  I looked away, but he grabbed my chin and pulled it toward him. “It’s alright to be scared. Once we get to Kentucky, and we get settled, it will all work itself out. My aunt knows a lot of people. I’m sure we can get you a job if that’s what you want. To be honest I think it’s a good time to stay home and start preparing. We’re goin’ to have to buy a lot of shit.”

  “You make it all sound so easy. Are you sure your family is okay with us coming there to stay?” I hated imposing. His family was going to start calling me a mooch.

  “This is my home. The only thing my m
other and aunt are probably worried about is which house would be more comfortable for us. You know, my aunt has that huge house and just her and the housekeeper are livin’ there. The whole left wing of the house is empty. It’s got four bedrooms and a nursery already set up from when my sister lived there.”

  I reached over and turned off the water, then sat down on the edge of the tub. Conner came over and sat on the closed toilet seat. It was funny that we were having such a serious conversation while we were both stark naked. “Where do you want to live, Conner?”

  He took his hand and rubbed it over my exposed belly. “I don’t care where we live as long as we’re together. I can work at either ranch and make good money. I think you’d be surprised what I already have in the bank. I reckon if you and I would have done things like a normal couple, we would have talked about things like this already. Darlin’ you don’t ever have to work. If being a fulltime mother is somethin’ that you’ve thought about, I want you to know that I am all for it. Of course it would benefit me to come home to a nice dinner every night.”

  I thought about my marriage to Rick and how he expected dinner, even after I had worked a full eight to ten hours. “I like working. Rick never let me have my money, so it would be nice to have a job and have money to buy myself things. I have also always wanted to be a mother, so when this little one comes out, I might not ever want to leave her.”

  “Him.”

  “You say boy, I say girl. I guess we will see in about four months.”

  “No, we are rescheduling you another sonogram with Van’s doctor. I can’t wait another minute to see what we’re havin’.” I was starting to worry that Conner was hoping so much for a boy that he was setting himself up for disappointment.

  I started to laugh. “Fine. We can have the sonogram. Then you can tell me the names that you like.”

  He shook his head and laughed. “Maybe.”

  I felt horrible for how I had treated him, but Conner followed me into the shower and held me in his arms like it had never happened. He washed my hair and wrapped me in towel, then laid me down in the bed. By the time he crawled in beside me, I was already scooting into his loving arms. Nobody else had ever seen this side of Conner and I appreciated how special it was.