Free Connor (The Kendall Family Series Book 2) by Randi Everheart Page A

cock stirred at the thought.
    The best thing to do, though, was take her away from here. They could be together somewhere safe, away from prying eyes. Judging by the trashy romance books he’d seen in her eBook reader, she liked a man in control, maybe even some bondage. That was good, because he was planning to tie her up anyway. She’d enjoy that.
    He lifted the telescope again, the sight of Quinn’s big red truck at Sophia’s house sending a new jolt of fear through him. And that made him angry. He knew better than to mess with the big guy, or God forbid, Riley. Nobody fucked with those two. Connor was a pussy, though. So was that asshole Tristan.
    Back when they were kids, Seth had looked up to Tristan and tried to do some stunts on his dirt bike, hoping to impress the older, larger boy. It had backfired when he’d lost control of the bike, crashed it, and broken his collarbone, all while Tristan stood there cackling at his stupidity. He flushed at the memory. He’d stick it to those fucking Kendalls while he was at it with this Sophia business, especially if they were keeping her from him. He had half a mind to burn down the fucking inn if that’s where she was staying. Or better yet, their house.
    As if reading his thoughts, Jess said, “We know she didn’t go back last night.”
    “Yeah. So she stayed somewhere.”
    “The inn? Or at their house?”
    “Don’t know. Didn’t see her car last night at the inn. Need to see where she goes. Can see the inn from here, too.” Seth aimed the telescope at Sugarloaf Inn but didn’t see anything of interest. The white tent for weddings blocked his view of the rear driveway, where her car could’ve been, though he’d checked last night in his drive by, when he’d seen Connor. He turned back to Sophia’s house, seeing her get into a cop car with Connor and Kris. When they drove out of sight, he trained the scope on her bedroom at the front corner of the house. He’d spent many hours up here peeping at various people, but Sophia had been his favorite. She was the first girl he ever saw naked, and the only one he’d ever seen masturbate. The memory made his cock stiffen. He turned to look at Jess with an expression she recognized.
    “Come over here, girl,” Seth said in a voice that he imagined to be sexy but which wasn’t. “Service my cock.”
    Jess smiled and got up, lifting off her shirt to be topless in the sun, her little tits jiggling. “That all you want?”
    He smacked her bottom as she knelt before him. “Fuck no. You watch, Mark. Maybe you can have sloppy seconds again when I’m done.”
    Mark’s heart clenched at the words and the sight of Jess eagerly undoing Seth’s pants. For all the kindness Mark showed Jess, she only scorned Mark, and yet for all the meanness Seth showed her, she loved Seth. So much so that she’d have sex with Mark because Seth told her to. So much so that she’d help Seth kidnap a girl he loved instead of her. For all that they thought Mark was a loser, he wasn’t half as far gone as either of them.
    He stood eyeing the fist-sized rocks nearby, wanting to bash in Seth’s head. It sometimes took an effort to keep the desire from his eyes for fear that Seth would see it. Seth had, more than once, and liked causing it. Mark stifled it now. He stifled it all those times when Jess made it clear she was only fucking him for Seth. He stifled it when Seth sat there watching them do it, smirking. He stifled it every time Seth reminded him that Mark hadn’t been able to get an erection when Jess had been trying to take his virginity at Seth’s direction. He was tired of stifling himself. Of being stifled. He wanted to be free, and more and more it looked like the only way to do that was to pick up a rock and smash it through Seth’s sneering face.

Chapter 8 – Respite
    As late afternoon descended over Sugarloaf Inn, Sophia sat on the family-room couch, leaning against Connor, eyes closed. She was more emotionally drained