The Mistress Mistake

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he snarled.

"I'm not going to talk to you," she replied, just as pissed as before.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You sure as shit are."

"No." She turned her back to him and opening the dishwasher, she loaded the single plate she'd used earlier.

From her peripheral vision, she saw him give her a look that could have killed, and then he turned and walked away from her and slammed his way into the bathroom. Minutes later, Jessica heard the shower running. She began pacing, and her anger began to take on proportions that she couldn't seem to control.

She paced over to the French doors, and saw all the kids out there still hanging out on the patio. In a fit of pique and to get away from Connor, Jessica pulled her sleeping shirt off and threw on a better t-shirt, one that made her tan stand out and matched her shorts, and went out to join the party.

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Even though everyone was happy for her to join their little impromptu get together, with a sinking feeling, Jessica knew the second she walked outside that she'd made a mistake. She should have stayed inside and had it out with Connor in private. Now that she'd distanced herself from him a little bit, she realized she didn't want him to come out here and look for her.

But now she couldn't just leave, at least not yet. Everyone was drinking alcohol, and before she could take even a breath, Eric grabbed her by the waist and dropped an inebriated kiss on her cheek before tugging her over to the table with him and pulling out a chair for her.

She sat down and for a few short minutes, almost forgot about Connor as she listened to their laid-back antics. There were only five people, three guys and two girls, and with a sinking sensation, Jessica realized that Eric was the fifth wheel in the group. Just by walking outside, they'd more or less become an instant pair.

Eric was good looking, and if there wasn't a man called Connor who owned her sex life, Jessica knew she'd probably be interested in him. But there was a guy called Connor. At least for now. If he'd fucked someone else, he was history.

Thank God and all that was holy, she didn't have to put up with his shit anymore if she didn't want to. If he couldn't keep it in his freaking pants--that was it.

She talked to Eric a few minutes, about his cousin and the classes they would be taking in the fall, and then she told him she was tired and had just wanted to say 'hi'. He raised a single, drunken eyebrow at her, as if he didn't believe she was really going back inside so soon. He looked so silly that she laughed at him as she got to her feet.

Both of the other girls had just jumped into the pool and the splash they made sent droplets of water all over her and Eric.

Not wanting to let her go inside yet, Eric made a rush at her and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off her feet, and spun her in a circle, toward the water.

Jessica shrieked, spontaneous laughter coming from her throat, as she clung to him and screamed, "No, don't do it."

Eric laughed and made another circle and she began hitting at the hands that held her. He set her down, with her feet teetering on the edge of the pool, and put his hands on her shoulders in a move that allowed him the opportunity to push her in or hold her in place. "What's it worth to you, pretty?" he asked, his dark blue eyes staring down at her, his words slurred from too much alcohol.

"How about your life, asshole?" The enraged voice came from not a foot behind them, and both Jessica and Eric turned to face the specter that threatened.

Connor towered over them both, barefoot and dressed only in jeans. Fury came from him in waves, his jaw clenched tight as his features became more menacing by the second. His stance was erect, his muscles flexing, his hands fisting at his sides, closing, then opening, then closing again. There was aggression written in every line of his body, and he looked ready to detonate at any given moment.

A dangerous sizzle filled the air, and Jessica began to back away from Eric, trying to stop the impending violence that seemed more probable as the seconds ticked by.

Connor was a good four inches taller than Eric, and he had probably forty more pounds of muscle on him. And even though she knew Connor had been drinking earlier in the evening, he was stone cold sober now and Eric could barely stand up he was so wasted.

Eric wouldn't stand a chance in hell against Connor, not even on a good day, and Jessica knew if it got physical now, it wouldn't be pretty. Connor looked ready to kill with his biceps flexed, his legs braced apart, and there was absolutely no doubt in Jessica's mind that he was ready to attack.

She moved to stand between the two men, inching away from Eric and toward Connor, because she was certain that the only way to calm Connor down now would be to go with him, to move to his side. And even though she was still pissed at him and she had a knot in her throat that made speaking difficult, Jessica reached out and put her hand on Connor's wrist, in a move that indicated she would go with him. Trying to do anything to defuse the situation, she held on tightly, trying to protect Eric, who was innocent in all of this.

Eric had to choose that moment to start getting his shit straight. "Jess, you know this guy?"

Her tongue darted out and licked her dry lips. "Eric, this is Connor. Connor, Eric."

Before she could get another word in, Connor made a grab for her hand and pulled her behind him. He took another threatening step toward Eric, and that quickly, he was in Eric's face. Connor's voice deepened, antagonism coming from every syllable. "Stay the fuck away from her, mother fucker. You touch her one more time--trust me, they'll never find your fucking body."

Eric lifted his hands up in the air in a conciliatory motion, but he looked hurt, and focused his bleary-eyed gaze on Jessica as he swayed on his feet. "Should have told me you have a boyfriend, Jess."

Jessica stood with her mouth open, seeing a side of Connor that he'd never even hinted at. But there was no time for more of a reaction as she found herself being pulled behind an infuriated Connor, through the black gate of her courtyard and inside the apartment.

He secured the lock on the French doors and turned to her. "You have two seconds to start explaining."

Jessica's nerves steadied out and the fury she'd felt at Connor earlier came roaring back. "Or what?" she spat out.

"You want to find out? I swear to God, Jessica . . . push me, just push me."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Damn, fucking straight."

She let out a disgusted puff of air and turned to move past him, "Right."

He grabbed her arms and lifted her, bracing her against the wall, and pushed his torso against hers, her feet dangling in the air. "Get the fuck off me, Connor!" she yelled. She was absolutely furious at him. Furious, but not scared.

He ignored her and pressed more tightly against her. "Have you fucked him?"

Her eyes flared and shock and anger dueled for emotional control. "What? No!"

"What was all that shit he spewed about you not telling him that you have a boyfriend? What the fuck did you do with him that made him say that?"

"Nothing, I don't know." She wiggled her torso in an effort to free herself. "What about you? You fucked another woman tonight. Don't try to change the subject and turn this shit around on me."

Connor growled, low in his throat and if Jessica hadn't been so pissed, she would have taken it for the warning it was. His lip curled over clenched teeth and his voice dropped to icy precision. "I told you already. I. Did. Not. Fuck. Anybody."

"Bullshit, I smelled her all over you."

"I didn't fuck anybody, Jessica!" he snarled.

"If you didn't fuck her, you damn sure touched her. You were close enough to her that her perfume was all over you."

He let out a slow, aggrieved breath while he continued to pin her against the wall.

"You've got nothing to say to that?" she demanded to know. "No, of course you don't, because it's the truth," she accused.

"I didn't fuck anybody. I haven't fucked anybody since I met you." His ey

es pierced hers. "Did you fuck him?"

"No!"

"Have you fucked anybody else?" His voice and his eyes were like chips of menacing ice.

Jessica refused to be pulled sideways in this fight. She gritted her teeth and remained silent.

His gaze dropped to her mouth. "Have you fucked anybody else?" His voice lowered and he asked the question a second time in a low, almost anguished voice.

When she recognized the unguarded, vulnerable tone to his voice it almost got to her. If the other woman's perfume wasn't still uppermost in her mind she might have felt bad for him. He seemed to be in pain, but she didn't know if she could believe it. She sagged against the wall, crazy emotions vying for center stage in her stomach. "You know I haven't, don't you?" she asked.

Their eyes held as a rush of heat passed between them. "I think it would kill me if you did. You're mine, and I won't share you with anybody. Not because it was one of your conditions, but because you belong to me. Just the thought of someone touching you sickens me." Steel hardened his muscles again and any hint of softness left his voice. "Nobody gets close to you, got that?"