Conklin's Corruption (#3) (Conklin's Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page B

waist, pulling her back into my front.  I rubbed my nose along her shoulder, my lips grazing her skin softly. God, she intoxicated me. I was thankful for summer because she wore more strapless dresses.
    “Hi,” I said softly, finally kissing her shoulder.  My dick twitched as I opened my mouth to taste her skin with my tongue.  I was surprised he wasn’t full blown ready to go with the thoughts I had on the drive home.  A small giggle escaped her mouth as she put her hands over mine.
    “Hi back, stranger.”  She spun around to face me, placing her arms around my neck, giving me a way too quick of a kiss, then spun back to tend to the stove. 
    I frowned.  “That wasn’t the welcome home kiss I was expecting.”  I grabbed her hips again, nestling myself behind her.
    “I don’t want your potatoes to overcook,” she said, completely ignoring my wandering hands and mouth.  I trailed kisses from her shoulder to the nape of her neck then started to pull the ponytail rubber band thingy from her hair.
    “Ugh, Tyler, can you not?  It’s too hot by the stove,” she said, pushing me away.  She threw her hands to her head and fixed the ponytail as I put my hands on my own hips.
    “Okay, what happened?” I asked, attempting to fix the uncomfortable bulge in my pants.  She wasn’t one to deny me, especially when I had been out of town for work.
    “Nothing,” she said in frustration.  “I’m just tired and irritated with my mother.”
    Bingo .  I must have been right about the meeting with the florist. My hands found her waist again as I patiently waited for her to continue.  She always needed a moment before she started to slowly unravel.  One thing I learned about my Becs in the last few months was ‘nothing’ really meant something, and she would eventually spit it out if I were patient enough to listen.
    She spun back around to face me while rubbing her hands on her face.  “Everything has to be extravagant with her.  I don’t need a bouquet that is a third of the size of me.  I don’t want $1200 arrangements at the end of each aisle.”  She pulled her hands from her face and looked up at me.  I remained quiet, waiting for her to finish.  “I’m sick of telling her over and over what colors I want.  I know she doesn’t like them, but that doesn’t mean she needs to keep trying to get me to change my mind.  I don’t want to feel like I’m battling every decision I make.  I mean I shouldn’t have a reason for what I want besides liking something, right?” She sighed and rested her head on my chest, wrapping her hands around my neck.
    I ran one hand up and down her spine while the other remained firmly around her waist holding her against me.
    “It’s your wedding, baby.  You do what you want.  You always have the final say,” I said soothingly.
    She sighed.  “Yes, and she never says anything once I make my final decisions.  It’s the side comments skirting around why she doesn’t like anything that drives me nuts.”
    I smirked down at her.  I knew exactly what she was talking about.  “Ignore it, hold your ground.  I know you have it in you.”
    She looked up at me and smiled.  “Yes.  I’m just overwhelmed and probably overreacting.  Dealing with the house, the wedding, and…,” she trailed off, turning back to face the stove.
    I frowned down at her.  “And what?” 
    “Nothing, just stressed at work from Will being gone.  I’ll be fine.”
    “What’s stressful at work?  Is it the Arena remodel?  Because you have been doing a wonderful job.”  She had been working on the plans for the past month, making sure they were absolutely perfect.  She was terrified to disappoint her father.  If anything, Max was going to be as proud as I was with her work.
    Becca cleared her throat as she went to find a strainer for the potatoes.  “Yes.  The Arena has been stressful.”
    I watched her move, the tension in her body extremely noticeable.  She