Impact by Cassandra Carr

no, I’ll take you apart with my bare hands. Brady’ll help. He’s a good friend and he doesn’t like women being roughed up and threatened any more than I do. I’m thinkin’ before we get started on you we’ll hold you for Jess so she can kick you in the balls, what, a dozen times? Yeah, that’d shut you up, wouldn’t it?” If possible the man paled even more. Conner had adopted his Dom persona and Tucker looked scared out of his wits. “Answer me or she starts kickin’.”
    He loosened his grip some and Tucker coughed and then blurted, “I asked her if she was fuckin’ you and I told her I didn’t think the NBT would take too kindly to one of their employees fuckin’ a rider.”
    Conner looked at Jessica for confirmation and she nodded. She had no idea what he would do, but hoped Brady would stop him from killing this idiot.
    Tightening his hand around Tucker’s throat again, Conner spoke, his voice ominous, “This is the second time I’ve seen you assault her. This is over. Here’s what you’re gonna do if you wanna get out of this with your limbs intact. You’re either gonna assign someone else to do your job and never show your ugly mug around here again, or you’re gonna pull your bulls out of the tour and crawl back under whatever rock you crawled out from. If you don’t, all three of us will report you to the NBT for harassment, and I promise we’ve got way more pull with them than you do.” Pulling Tucker closer until their noses almost touched, he growled, “We clear?”
    “Yes,” the man gasped. His face was turning purple and Jessica realized he wasn’t getting much oxygen from the tight grip Conner had on him.
    She put her hand on his arm, rubbing to gain his attention. “Let him go, Conner, you’re strangling him.”
    Conner dropped him and Tucker fell to the floor. “Get a couple of kicks in while you can, sugar.” He motioned to Tucker, who was curled up in the fetal position, coughing and wheezing on the floor.
    She looked at Brady, who shrugged. “I would,” he said.
    “I can’t.”
    “I can,” Conner said, rearing back and kicking Tucker in the stomach. Tucker jerked and Jessica felt a strange satisfaction. She couldn’t have done it herself, but she wasn’t sorry Conner had. “If you ever so much as look at my woman, you will die, asshole.” He put his arm around her. “Let’s go, sugar.”
    “Should we do anythin’ about him?” Brady mused as they walked away.
    “Nah. He’ll find his way out of here at some point,” Conner answered.

Chapter Six
     
    Brady, Jessica and Conner shared a cab to the hotel and then went their separate ways. Jessica looked at Conner once they’d stepped into the elevator. “I want to see your shoulder and your leg when we get into the room.”
    “They’re bruised, sugar. I’ll survive.”
    “No crazy hanky-panky tonight. You let me give you a nice massage and then we’re going to sleep.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you get to do the orderin’ around here?”
    “Since you’re injured and I want to take care of you,” she told him, pouting.
    “Does taking care of me involve sucking my cock?”
    “If you’re a good boy it does.”
    He smiled. “You’ll suck it if I tell you to.”
    “So arrogant…” Sliding a hand up his chest, she tilted her head and looked at him through her lashes. “Do you still want me to shave?”
    A rumble sounded from deep in his throat. “Since I’m here now I’ll shave you myself.”
    “Great,” she answered, deadpan.
    He leaned in, pushing his erection into her belly. “Then, once you’re bare, I’m gonna lick your pussy ’til you come all over my face.”
    Her heart skipped a beat. “So I get to have an orgasm tonight?” She knew she should be insisting he rest, but man, she really wanted to come.
    “If you’re a good girl.”
    The elevator doors opened and she ushered him down the hall. “Do you need anything from your room? I can go get it while you lie