Accent Hussy (It Had 2 B U) (19 page)

“Screw your brother. Everly, I need you. Please don’t make me stop.”

I’m too turned on to tell him no. I can’t keep giving him mixed signals like this, but it’s been so long . . . and Caleb feels so good. I can’t help to indulge in him once more.

Slowly he climbs on top of me. His massive abs press into my dress-covered belly. I’m not sure why I’m holding my breath, but I am and I can’t stop myself.

“Breathe, Everly,” he instructs. I let out my held in breath and he kisses me—slowly, sensually. I feel it all the way in my toes. Excited shivers rock through my body. It’s never been like this. No man has ever been able to make me feel this good, this right, just by kissing me.

“Can I have you, Everly? At least, one more time?”

“Yes,” I hiss as his tongue follows the contours of my neck, down my cleavage and rests on the fabric barely covering my nipple. I’m ready for him. I need him. One last time.

Caleb pulls a condom out of his pocket. My eyes watch every inch of the rubber as it slides up his erection. I take my lip into my mouth and nibble on the corner, patiently waiting to feel him inside me.

When he silently pleads one last time for me to say yes, I nod giving him the okay to keep going. Dear God, I hope Maggie and Dashawn don’t kill me for having sex on their guest bed. With one hard thrust, Caleb fills me completely.

“Oh geez,” I moan.

His fingers curl into my hands. His teal colored eyes hold me in a lusty gaze. When I close my eyes, he bites my tit, forcing me to keep my eyes open. “Not this time, Beautiful. This time, I want to look at you.”

Each time he thrusts our eyes connect. It’s the most intimate sex I’ve ever had and my brother just happens to be on the other side of the door. The thought almost ruins all the feelings I’m having—almost.

“I’m getting close, are you?”

I nod weakly, indeed on the cusp of a major orgasm. What is Caleb doing to me? Why do I feel so weak? How can one man dismantle every wall I have around me?

“Oh yes!” I moan, our pace quickening. Through bated breaths and uncontrolled groans, I release the orgasm raging inside of me.

“Oh fuck!” Caleb groans, his whole body shudders on top of me. I’m completely entranced by him, watching greedily as he empties inside me.

For a moment, we just lay there, forehead to forehead—our exhausted breaths in sync with each other—our hearts beating as one. He smiles and I find myself smiling back. That was amazing. There’s no other way to explain it. It was just perfect.

A knock on the door startles us both. I hear Max’s gruff voice on the other side of the door. “Everly, you better not be in there.”

“Oh crap, it’s Max,” I whisper.

Another knock on the door. “Everly, open the damn door,” Max yells.

“Get dressed. Now!” I order Caleb. “Hide in the damn closet. He’s gonna kill you if he finds you in here.”

“I’m not hiding in the closet, Everly. If we’re going to be together, your brother needs to know.”

“What are you talking about? We’re not going to be together.”

“After everything that just happened, you’re going to keep falling on that ‘you don’t want me’ crutch?”

“Caleb,” I start, while shimming on my shoes that somehow ended up wedged between the footboard and the bed. “We had sex, that’s it. Stop trying to make this something that it’s not.”

Caleb jumps up from the bed and angrily throws on his clothing. “I can’t believe you, Everly. You’re like the queen of mixed signals. I don’t get you. Why did you even let me fuck you if you
hate
me as much as you say you do?”

“EVERLY, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! I CAN HEAR YOU,” Max yells.

“This isn’t the right time to discuss this. Now get in the closet.” I push Caleb’s partially clothed body towards the closet door, but he plants his feet on the ground refusing to budge.

“No, I’m not getting into the fucking closet. Unlike you, I’m not afraid of hiding what you and I have.”

“Caleb, if you know what’s good for you, get in that damn closet.”

“No,” he says forcefully.

“Ugh, this is why we would never work together. Being with you is a mistake—one that I promise will never happen again after tonight.”

I push past Caleb and throw open the door. Max is standing there glaring at me.

“What?” I snap.

“What were you doing in here with him?”

“Nothing special,” I growl, shooting Caleb a vicious glare over my shoulder. He rolls his eyes.

“Excuse me, Max. It’s time for me to go home.”

“Everly, stop. We need to talk,” Caleb shouts, taking two giant steps toward me before grabbing my wrist.

“Everything okay here, Everly?” Max interjects. All the seething hatred I feel towards Caleb comes rushing back full force, and I wrench my wrist away from his grasp.

“Everything is fine, Max. I was just leaving. Do me a favor though and make sure this one doesn’t follow me. He has a tendency to stray from where he’s told to sit.”

Caleb laughs. “Woof, woof, Baby.”
Asshole.
“Don’t go Everly, we need to talk.” He goes to grab me again and Max steps between us.

“Touch my sister again and I’m breaking your damn arm,” Max says with authority. “Everly, get your ass out of here. We may be having a little talk later.”

“Sure, Max, Love you. Kiss that beautiful nephew of mine. Tell Breezy, Dashawn, and Maggie I will talk to them later, okay?”

“Aren’t you going to tell me you love me, too?” Caleb yells over Max’s shoulder.

“In your dreams, asshole,” I holler back.

“That’s where we have our best moments!” he shouts after me.

I can’t help chuckling as I make my way out the door and to my car. That’s indeed where I have my best moments with Caleb. In my dreams he’s Australian, English, or even Irish like Keegan. Every exotic accent I can muster is bestowed on him when I'm sleeping. In my dreams, Caleb is my perfect man. Too bad when I wake up he’s a walking nightmare, otherwise a future between Caleb and I might actually exist.

This is the third day in a row that I’ve stayed late. It’s stupid to be hanging around the gym at eleven at night, but it’s the only time I get to see Keegan—not that he’s shown very much interest in me since he started. It’s been two weeks and the only thing remotely showing me that’s he’s attracted is that slight smirk he sometimes gets when he’s amused.

My paperwork is piled high on my desk. I have so much shit to do, I’m practically pulling out my hair. When a knock raps against my door, I jump. The door opens and Keegan strolls in looking hot as hell.

“A little late for ye to be working, Everly?” he smirks.

“I just had some paperwork to finish up. What can I help you with, Keegan?”

“I was just curious as to what yar doing here still?” he states, walking a little closer to the desk. His close proximity makes my mouth move faster than my mind.

“You’re gorgeous,” I blurt, covering my mouth to laugh off the brashness of my come on. “What I mean is, you’re hot. If you were a food I would gobble up every morsel of you.” My vocal chords flood with Irish inflections. Sometimes, I can’t control it. Obviously, I can’t control my mouth either. It’s moving a mile a minute and saying things I don’t realize I’m thinking until it’s too late.

“Gobble me up?” He’s smiling, that sideways curl of his mouth is stretching to his ears with my sorry excuse for picking him up.

“I’m sorry, sometimes I have no control over my mouth.”

“That’s okay, I like controlling lass’ mouths.”
Ugh, could he get any hotter?
He moves to my side and I can smell him; this time, he smells like potatoes. I never thought the smell of a root vegetable would get me going, but I’m practically spreading my legs for him.

“I like a good flirt, Everly, but don’t you have a beau?”

He means Caleb, and fuck no we are not dating!

“No, he’s just annoying.”

“Ah, I see. Well, he made it seem that ye was together.”

“Yeah, he’s an idiot. He has no chance whatsoever with me. You on the other hand . . .”

He laughs; when he laughs I’m like a towel, soaking up his sexiness and hanging on his every word. This man has me by the tits. Now I just need to convince him to grab my tits literally. “So if yar single, then, would you like to . . .”

“Yes! Whatever it is, definitely yes!”

He grins. “Get a bite to eat together,” he finishes. “Tomorrow I have the day off. There’s a new Irish pub I’m dying to try out.”

“Sounds great!”

“I don’t have a car. Can we maybe take yars?” he asks, those brown eyes pleading for a yes. Who could say no to that face? Or that voice? Whatever he wants, he’s going to get.

“Sure, I have a Honda Civic. It’s small, but gets the job done.”

“Very well, I’m looking forward to our outing. Swing by here to get me around seven?”
What a gentleman. Our outing. How adorable!

“Absolutely,” I say a little too enthusiastic.

He winks at me as he leaves the room. I watch his ass until he’s out the door. The minute it closes, I do one of those girlish squeals. I nabbed the Irish hottie. If I could do cartwheels . . . well, I’d be cartwheeling all over my office.

My phone chirps. I’m so ecstatic I forget to check who’s calling before I answer. “Hello!” I answer with way too much enthusiasm.

“What a welcome. So much better than your usual bitch-laced sarcasm I’ve grown accustomed to.” It’s fucking Caleb.

“How’d you get my number?”

“I may have commandeered your phone and called my number with it while you were taking a shower in Vegas.”

“Isn’t that stealing?”

“Nah, it’s just simply acquiring something my heart desires.” I try not to smile, but I do.

“What do you want, Caleb?” I growl.

“There it is! There’s the girl I know and love. I was wondering if you would want to do dinner tomorrow night. My treat.”

My heart, for some odd reason, does a tiny minuscule, back flip when he says the word love.
Stupid heart. Stop trying to be an acrobat.

“I have a date,” I reply smugly.

“You have a what?” I notice his voice is a mixture of shock and amusement.

“A date. You know, one of those things you do with people that you actually want to spend time with. Dinner, dancing, whatever. A date.”

“With who? Don’t tell me it’s that Irish suck bag you work with.”

“And what if it is?”

“He’s bad news, Everly. I don’t have a good feeling about him.”

I’m rolling my eyes again. I do that a lot when Caleb bugs me. It’s none of his business who I date. I definitely don’t care that he doesn’t approve. If anything, that makes me want to spite him even more.

“Well, it’s a good thing that I’m the one dating him and not you, because I have a
great
feeling about him.” I make sure to jab him with the
great
. Caleb is under this weird assumption, just because we’ve slept together a few times, he’s the ruler of my vagina.
Sorry dude, nobody rules my vagina but me!

“Everly, why don’t you just admit that you and I are meant to be together and stop wasting time with this asshole? I’m tired of you playing these games with me. There are numerous girls out there that would be dying to be in your shoes.”

“They can have my shoes; the current pair I’m wearing are one-size too small and pinch my toes. Make it easy on both of us, Caleb. Find a girl and just forget we even messed around. I don’t know how many times I can tell you I’m not interested, but guess what, here’s number four million and two . . . I. DON’T. WANT. TO. BE. WITH. YOU!”

“Fine, but don’t come crawling to me when your Irish Romeo breaks your heart. I’m done.”

“Good,” I yell.

“Good,” he repeats. “Just so we are both clear. We’re done here, right?”

“Yup.”

“No more sex?”

“Caleb . . .”

“What? I just want to make sure we are fully done, because to me, that would mean no more random hook ups, like the one in Vegas or the other night at the party. Don’t you agree? Unless you aren’t really done, then maybe we should put a clause in this done thing that states in the case of a random hook-up all goodbyes are not final.”

“Caleb, I swear to god, if you don’t stop bothering me, I’m going to file charges against you.”

“Just admit one thing and I will leave you alone forever.”

“What?”

“You like me, don’t you?”

I can almost picture that shit-eating grin of his on the other line. I love that damn smile. That small bit of attraction I still have towards him is just enough to fuel my hostility. This sexy, alpha asshole has an uncanny way of messing with my head. It’s time to finally put all thoughts of Caleb right where they belong, the garbage disposal! They can stay there with last week’s dish scrapings and remnants of that little pink, plastic ring I lost down the drain when I was five.

“No Caleb, I can honestly say, with conviction, enthusiasm, and complete honesty. I HATE CALEB CONAWAY. Now leave me the hell alone.” I hang up the phone and throw it down on my desk. I’m not sure how Caleb got so good at driving me insane, but he’s made an art of it. Luckily, I come fully equipped with paint thinner, and I’m hell bent on erasing any memory of Caleb Conaway for good.