Checkmate, p.50
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       Checkmate, p.50

         Part #3 of Neighbor from Hell series by R. L. Mathewson
 
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  "Umm, why?" she asked, lacing her fingers with his.

  "Because your father invited me. "

  * * * *

  "What the hell are you doing, woman?" Connor demanded, chuckling like she was playing around.

  She wasn't.

  "Oh my God, Connor, turn around! It's a trap!" she demanded, desperately looking around for somewhere to turn the truck around.

  "Relax, Rory. It's just fishing," he said, throwing her a wink as he took a left onto Chestnut Road.

  "No, Connor, you don't understand," she said, trying not to panic, but this was bad, very, very, very bad. "Only family is allowed at my Dad's house on Sunday. "

  "Afraid they'll kill me?" he asked, teasingly.

  "Yes!" she snapped, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He'd known about her father's family only Sunday rule since he was a kid. He used to get a kick out of sneaking onto the property and tormenting the living hell out of her on most Sundays. She'd lost count of how many times he got her butt in trouble by letting her father see him. To this day she still couldn't figure out why her father punished her over Connor when the man knew how much she hated him, which brought her right back to the problem at hand.

  "Connor," she said calmly, trying not to panic, "you cannot go to my father's house. Do you understand? Just bring me home and let's pretend that this never happened. "

  "Having a nervous breakdown, are we?" he mused, still smiling like this was all some big joke.

  "Connor, my brothers hate you and my dad-"

  "Is the one who invited me today," he finished for her with a shrug as if he hadn't just confirmed her suspicions.

  They were going to kill him.

  "Connor," she said, sounding a little panicked and not really caring, "you are the last person that my father would invite to the house. "

  "Yet, he did," he pointed out, sounding amused as he took a turn onto Red River Road.

  She continued as if he hadn't interrupted her. "There are no witnesses. The closest neighbor lives a mile away. There will be no one to hear your screams for help. "

  "Except for the women at the house," Connor said, making her frown.

  "What women?" she couldn't help but ask, temporarily distracted from her mission to save Connor's ungrateful ass.

  "Your father said that if I brought anyone that she'd have to stay up at the house. "

  "What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded before another thought occurred to her. "Why would he think that you were bringing someone along when we're supposedly dating?"

  "I got the invite before we started this plan," he explained as he turned onto her father's road.

  She didn't bother correcting him on the whole "we" part about who started this plan since she'd gone back into panic mode. "I am begging you to turn around, Connor. "

  His answer was an amused chuckle as he turned onto the long, secluded private dirt driveway that led to her father's house and suddenly reminded her of slasher films. This was crazy! Surely the man realized that he was walking into a trap.

  "Connor, please turn around," she said, forcing herself to remain calm.

  "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you'd miss me. "

  She opened her mouth to tell him that she wouldn't miss him, but she couldn't get the words out. She would miss the big jerk. Somehow he'd gone from being an annoyance, an entertaining one at that, to. . . .

  Well, she really wasn't sure what he was right now since she was too busy trying to save his ass. When she spotted the old oak tree that she'd once tied Connor to with her jump rope, she realized that if she was going to change his mind and save his obstinate ass that she would have to do something now. Begging, pleading and reasoning hadn't worked and she considered going for his ni**les, but that might cause other problems like him veering off into the woods so that left just one thing.

  Unfortunately for her, she didn't have experience using that "one thing" to get a guy to do what she wanted. But, if it stopped Connor from doing something stupid then she was just going to have to learn to do it, she decided, ignoring the little fact that the idea of seducing him appealed to her a little too much. There was going to be hell to pay for missing fishing with her family, but she was pretty sure that spending the day in bed with Connor would be more than worth it. Knowing that it was now or never, she undid her belt and shifted closer to Connor.

  "What are you doing?" he asked, throwing her a curious glance as he continued to drive.

  "Stop the truck, Connor," she whispered as she carefully climbed onto his lap, taking the choice out of his hands.

  With a putout sigh, he pulled off to the side of the dirt road and threw the truck into park. "I appreciate your concern, Rory, but-"

  "I want you, Connor," she said, leaning in to press a kiss against his stunned lips. "I want you to take me home and give me a reason to stay in bed all day. Can you do that, Connor?" she asked in a husky voice that she barely recognized as she teasingly kissed her way down his chin and neck. When he tilted his head to the side and groaned softly, she knew that she had him.

  Even better, she knew that she'd be spending the day in his bed.

  "You're just doing this to get out of fishing," he said roughly as his hands landed on her ass and he moved in, using his face to move hers so that he could take her mouth in a quick, hard kiss that left her breathing hard and desperate for him in a way that actually scared her.

  "Does it matter?" she asked softly as she pressed down against that large bulge in his pants that her trembling body screamed for.

  "Not one f**king bit. "

  Chapter 25

  "The James brothers looked like they wanted to kill you," Andrew commented as he looked around to make sure that they were alone before he opened the small blue cooler that he had perched on the driver's side seat of his truck.

  Connor shrugged it off as he looked around the basically deserted makeshift parking lot, playing lookout. It was a job that he'd perfected over the past year and one that he hated, but he knew that Andrew hated it more so he kept his mouth shut and kept an eye out for unwanted company.

  "Does it have something to do with that huge shit eating grin that you were sporting this morning?" Andrew asked, chuckling as he pulled out the first of many syringes.

  "In a roundabout way," he admitted, feeling his lips pull up into that grin that he couldn't seem to keep off his face. Yesterday with Rory had been. . . . .

  Amazing.

  After somehow managing to drive the truck back to his house without wrecking it, they managed to stumble into his house while tearing each other's clothes off and hadn't left until this morning. They'd made love against the front door, on the stairs, in the upstairs hallway, three times in the bathtub before they managed to collapse in a tangled mess on his bed where he proceeded to make love to her until he swore that he'd never be able to move again. Sex with Rory was incredible, but surprisingly it wasn't the reason why he couldn't stop smiling.

  Rory was.

  He loved spending a lazy Sunday with her. It didn't matter if they were making love, holding each other, fighting over the remote or trying to annoy the hell out of each other, just being with her felt good. She turned him on, made him laugh and drove him out of his goddamn mind and he loved every single minute of it. She was definitely worth the bullshit that he was going to have to go through to get back on her family's good side after yesterday.

 
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