Rough and Rugged: A Meet Me In Milwaukee Charity Anthology

Chapter Three

Connor

Isit up in the bed and rub my eyes, exhausted. I couldn’t sleep at all last night. If it wasn’t my own horrible memories of war and death, it was dirty dreams of my little devil. I won’t call her an angel because my girl’s got a little spice to her and I love it.

But she’s also intent on something and she thinks I’m gonna stop her. Hell, I’ll help her. I just want her. I want her in my bed, under me, above me… I don’t care about that. I just need her.

But I didn’t go to the diner last night because I wanted to give her a little space if she was there. She was pretty stuck on not being around me so I want her to miss me a little bit.

I think she will. I just don’t trust what she’ll eventually do with that. Hell, I couldn’t even get her name out of her. Course I snuck out back and into the kitchen and asked Bessie.

Iris Cartwright. Pretty as the flower and with the lavender hair of her namesake. Her green eyes sparkle like emeralds and her curvy little body is begging me to take her and make her mine. Her long, muscular legs that lead up to that ass that I’ve been seeing bouncing through my dreams… it’s all so damn perfect for me that the gods might have made her from my very own blueprints of what I’m looking for in a woman.

But I’m ready to push this again. Ready to see my pretty girl and wallow in the feelings that I can’t resist when I’m around her. And this time I’m gonna make sure that she can’t outrun me. Can’t get away from me. It’s been over twenty-four hours and I’m done. I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t do anything but moon over her gorgeous eyes, luscious ass and pouty damn lips.

It’s all mine and I’m gonna claim it.

I asked Bessie when she’s working again and I know she’s working again this morning. And I know that I’m gonna be there and keeping an eye on my woman. She needs to be marked with my mouth, my teeth.

I dress and drag my ass out the door. I hate going into town and facing the assholes around me. I don’t think much about most people.

But my girl? I think a lot about her.

I drive down my mountain and wait outside the diner for a minute, watching until I see that little flash of lavender that tells me she’s there. She’s waiting for me.

Or that’s what I’m gonna tell myself because there’s no way in hell any other man is meeting my little spitfire and taking her away from me. I’ll kill them first.

But my heart drops when I see her smiling at a man that I know all too well.

Randy fucking Watt. The bastard is staring down the top of her uniform, leering. Hell, he’s practically salivating.

I lurch out of my truck, almost dropping to my knees when my eyes catch her smirking at him instead of handing him his head on a platter.

I’m gonna kill him. And then I’m gonna haul her sexy ass out of there and tie her to a bed until she finally learns that no other man gets to look at her. And I get to hear her screaming my name while I make her come over and over again on my tongue. On my dick.

My mouth waters when I think about the taste of her. I know she’s gonna be sweet and pure like a mountain stream, soaking me with her juices until it’s dripping down my face, soaking my beard with the smell of her.

I want to smell her all day on me.

And then I want to fuck her until my cum is dripping out of that pink pussy and she’s almost comatose with satisfaction. And she smells so much like me that any other man will know… she’s got a man that takes care of all her needs.

But first I’ve got to make sure that my girl and every man jack here in town knows that she’s spoken for.

I stomp inside the restaurant, wishing that the damn door would slam behind me. I want to make a point here and that point is… pay attention, fuckheads.

But when the bell tinkles over the door, I’m pleased to at least see them all turn around to look at me. Including Randy fucking Watts. His mean little eyes narrow even further and he eyes me like you’d eye a piece of shit on the sidewalk.

Kinda how I feel about him too.

I stomp across the room and stand by my girl, enjoying the way she fidgets with her notebook and avoids my gaze and Randy’s.

“Hello, sweetheart. Miss me?”

She humphs and glares at me. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

I chuckle and eye her reddening cheeks. “You know who the hell I am, baby girl. But play your little games. I don’t mind playing around. As long as you realize I play to win, little girl. And when I do win, I’m gonna collect.”

She glares at me again and I smirk back. I like the way she stands up to me. I like the fire in her gorgeous, stormy eyes. I can’t wait to find out what she does in bed when she’s under me.

“I’m not playing a game, mister.”

“You can call me Connor, baby. You can also call me yours if you want to.”

“I do not,” she snips back at me.

Meanwhile Randy sits there and watches us volley smart-ass remarks back and forth like he’s watching a tennis match.

I cross my arms over my broad chest and make sure to loom over his scrawny ass. So that he understands that I’m not somebody to fuck with.

He knows that, by the way. Since he’s fucked with me before and paid the price.

His eyes lock on my girl’s tits again and my fists clench at my side. My jaw works back and forth as I daydream about flattening the little worm.

“So… sweetheart. How about a date?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Connor. Connor Revere.”

“Well, Connor Revere. I’m not really interested in dating anyone.”

I grin at her. Her green eyes flash and she flips that silky, lavender ponytail at me. “Oh, baby girl. You’re so interested that I can practically feel your desire. You want me as much as I want you.”

She sputters, her eyes flashing emerald fire. “You arrogant son of a…”

I crowd into her and shake my head. “Oh, baby.” I touch her lips with my fingertips. “Such language.” But I can’t stop the laughter from bubbling up in my voice.

She growls like a dog ready to rip my throat out, her anger making me laugh harder. If I thought she was serious, I might be heartbroken. But I know that she’s not. I can feel her quick intake of breath, see the flush of red painting her pale cheeks and I know that she’s on fire with the same lust and desire that I feel.

I groan and lean over her, my breath mingling with hers. We’re in public and I shouldn’t touch her now, shouldn’t let others see the strong feelings between us but I can’t fight it entirely as it washes over me, controlling me, enveloping us in the bubble of our hunger.

My lips brush against her and I groan at the slick feel of her full lips against mine, growl as her lips open and I can taste her sweet mouth.

She moves closer to me and her body melds with mine, her soft curves against my hardness the very epitome of every midnight fantasy I’ve ever had, every night-time dream rolled into one exquisite, curvy little package.

I pull back and my tongue slicks along her lower lip before I drag it in between my teeth and bite down gently.

I lean back and eye her flushed cheeks, watch her emerald gaze lifting, her eyelashes fluttering like a delicate butterfly dancing on the wind.

“You’re going out with me tonight, princess.” I don’t ask. I can feel the explosive energy between us, its inevitable calling to both our souls.

She nods her head, tongue-tied but more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen on this earth.

I kiss her hard and then back away slightly, muttering to myself. “You’re more beautiful than every sunrise, every moonbeam, every glorious day breaking over the mountain. Don’t keep me waiting, princess. I’ll be back to get you after work. Don’t even think of running from me… I’ll always find you no matter how fast or far you go.”

And with those parting words of warning, I stalk out the door and get back into my truck, my eyes locking on hers where she stands watching me, her fingers delicately touching her puffy, reddened lips. I nod my head at her and fight the urge to storm back over there, throw her over my shoulders and carry her off to my lair.

Soon, I promise myself, starting my truck and driving away, pushing down the fleeting unease tugging at my unconscious.

I have my baby girl in my sights and she’s not getting away from me. I’m gonna make her mine… and soon.