Free Connor by Melissa Hosack Page A

and then he experiences the mother of all releases.
    He
pumped her a few more times, letting her tight channel milk him some more. He
hadn’t had sex like that in a long time.
    No,
that wasn’t true. He’d never had sex like that ever . Who would have believed the nerdy girl from his school was
the one to make him go cross eyed? And a Nealon of all
things.
    He
took some of his own weight but lay on top of her, staying inside her so they
could enjoy some post sex closeness.
    “That
was wow, off the charts,” said Jennifer.
    “Is
the smell of raspberries getting stronger or is my imagination?”
    “I
think it is, but that’s the whole point because it’s sexual aromatherapy.”
    They
burst out laughing.
    “I
sort of like it,” said Jennifer. “You think you’ll be getting more from Katy’s
store?”
    “Sure,
if I can use them with you.”
    He
finally slid out of her and flipped over onto his back beside her. “What do you
think your granny would say if she could come back from the dead and find out
that Sarah’s offspring had been fucking you and that we weren’t married?”
    Jennifer
flipped over and ran her hand down his belly. “She’d probably blame Sarah for
giving you horny genes and bad morals. She might even run you out of town.”
    Connor
burst out laughing. “Thank you,” he said.
    “For what?”
    “For
making me forget my dad’s cancer for a while.”
     

 
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    Everything
had changed since she’d read Sarah’s journal and had the crazy idea to
blackmail him into picking her at Grantville’s Annual Bachelorette Auction. Now
she didn’t want to hurt him in anyway. He had bigger things to worry about.
Although they’d had sex twice it in no way proved that a relationship was
inevitable. Connor was Connor, and she wasn’t surprised he hadn’t settled down.
He’d always been a free spirit, a true cowboy. Maybe he’d inherited that nature
from his homesteading ancestors.
    Jennifer
took one final look at herself in the rearview mirror. She wanted to give this
year’s auction a miss, but it was a tradition, a time for everyone in town to
get together and be like one big family. It was also the year’s biggest
fundraising event for the local hospice. Now it had a new meaning because of
Connor’s father. Not that she felt he’d be needing it, but it brought to light
how many people relied on it when their time came, and what a comfort it was to
die with some dignity while surrounded by your loved ones.
    So
she’d put herself up for auction and dud or no dud, she’d have to accept
whichever man bid on her and took her out to dinner. Jennifer got out of her
car and walked into the hotel lobby.
    “Hi,
Jennifer, how are you doing? Oh that dress looks wonderful on you.”
    Jennifer
smiled when she saw Mrs. Pinkerton who owned the dress store where she’d
purchased the new blue floral dress just two days ago.
    She
walked over to the check-in desk, got her number tag, and pinned it on.
    Jennifer
waved to a few people as she went into the main area and first of all checked
out all the items that had been donated for auction. She glanced along the
table seeing if there was anything she’d like to bid on. A
toaster. Hers had bit the dust two weeks ago and one thing she did like
first thing in the morning was toast. Only one bid and that was $15. She
quickly added her name and wrote $20 next to it. She walked along the row of
items and spotted a gift basket from Katy’s store.   Edible panties, massage oil, a DVD on how to
give your partner a massage, handcuffs, and a mask. Jennifer was being plain
nosey and wanted to see if and who had bid on the item.
    Just
one name, Connor Nolan-Delaney bid $100.
    “Ladies,
if you’d like to come backstage and line up, we’re almost ready for the start
of the auction,” announced the coordinator.
    Who
was Connor planning to use that with or was he going to give it to someone?
    Jennifer
joined the rest of the women and went through to