Addiction (20 page)

“Whatever you want, Case.” She speaks softly on my lips.

God, that makes my knees weak. I pull away from her and pull her over behind my desk. I undo my pants and push them down my legs. I step out of them and then step out of my boxers.

I fall down into the chair and look up at her as she stares down at me. I take my hard dick in my hand and slowly stroke it as I imagine what she’s about to do to me with her mouth.

She very slowly falls down to her knees. She looks up at me through long dark lashes. I let go of my cock and lean forward. I slide my right hand into her hair, and she closes her eyes for a second as she takes in a shaky breath. “Don’t be nervous,” I say softly.

She licks her lips and then gives me a soft smile. “I’m not nervous.” She lies, but I allow it.

“Good.”

I start to pull her head forward, and she opens her mouth. She lifts her right hand and grabs the base of my cock. I hiss in a breath at the feel of her soft hand grabbing a hold of me. She licks her lips and then parts them. Her tongue comes out, and she licks the tip of my cock. My balls tighten when I see my pre-come on the tip of it before she closes her mouth around me and moans. She opens her mouth again, and this time, after she licks up my long shaft, she wraps her lips around the tip of it.

My hand fists in her hair, but I don’t push her. I don’t force her. I want her to go at her own pace. For the moment, at least. I close my eyes when she pulls me to the back of her throat. Letting out a sigh, I thrust my hips, going a little deeper. She gags and pulls away.

I open my eyes and look down at her. She pants as she looks up at me shyly. She’s embarrassed. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed,” I tell her. There is nothing that she could do that I haven’t experienced before. Nothing! When it comes to sex, it’s dirty. That is the best kind anyway.

“I …”

I lean down and smash my lips to hers. I reach up and grip her hair with my free hand too. Both of them squeeze and she gasps into my mouth, but I feel her body relax under the pressure. I kiss her hard and fast. When I pull away, I don’t give her another chance to say anything, I pull her head down, and this time, when she opens and wraps her lips around my cock, I don’t let her go at her pace. I take control. I make her give it to me how I want it. And she doesn’t get to pull away when she gags.

I throw my head back when I hit the back of her throat. And I let out a hiss when her teeth graze the bottom of my shaft. “Fuck, baby,” I grind out. “That’s how I want it,” I say breathlessly.

She moans, and I look down to watch as I fuck her mouth. I’m not going nearly as hard as I could. But shit, it’s hard to hold back. It’s hard not to just fucking take it as I did her pussy.

“I need more,” I say letting her know what she’s giving isn’t enough.

Her shoulders jerk, and her fingers dig into my thighs. I pick up my pace and her whimpers grow louder. Her moans grow deeper. It has my balls tightening and my abs flexing. “I’m coming …” I call out through gritted teeth giving her very short notice.

She tries to pull away, but I hold on to her. I don’t want to come anywhere but in that perfect fucking mouth of hers. Her lips tighten around me, and I come with a moan on my lips. She swallows like the good little girl I wanted her to be.

When I’m done, I pull out but don’t let go of her hair. I lean over and kiss her deeply. Letting go of her hair, I stand and look at my desk, papers scattered over it. I take my hand and shove it all to the floor. I turn back to face her and bend down to pick her up. I place her on my desk and push her down onto her back. Before she can protest, I yank her shorts down her legs along with a lace nude colored thong. Then, without notice, I fall to my knees; I throw her legs over my shoulders and bury my face in her soaked pussy to return the favor.

TAYLOR

The night has been exhausting. The pounding of the music seemed to be louder than ever before. The tray seemed to be heavier than usual. And the people seemed to be thirstier and bitchier. So as soon I got home, I walked into my room, shut my door, and fell onto my bed.

My entire body hurts. And I know it’s not because of work. It’s because of what Case did to me last night and then again this evening before my shift. The man is like a fucking machine. And I am not, obviously.

I reach up and rub my jaw. It still hurts after the way he fucked my mouth, and I swear my legs are still shaking from the orgasms. I hate to say it, but maybe I should have worked my way up to sex with him. Six months with no sex and then having this much sex in a matter of twenty-four hours is torture in the best way.

“Hey, girl,” Savannah says as she peeks into my room.

“Hey,” I say with a yawn. “What are you doing awake?” I ask knowing it’s past three in the morning.

“I heard you come in,” she says entering my room and sitting on my bed. “I didn’t think you would come home tonight.” She winks at me,

“I’m not going to stay at his place every night. It was just a one-time thing.”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles.

The truth is that I didn’t get to talk to him tonight after I left his office. I was running around like crazy. I did hear a fight broke out in the parking lot while Rachel and I were cleaning up after closing time, and I saw him running down the stairs and out the front door to help break it up, but I never saw him return. And as soon as we finished cleaning, I got the hell out of there to get home and get some rest.

“Well, I also wanted to tell you that you will have the house to yourself for the next four days.”

My eyes widen. “Why?

“We are going to my parents’ to spend some time with them.”

Oh, now I remember. They have had this vacation planned for a couple of months now. “Okay. You guys have fun and be safe.” I sit up and hug her. “Tell Blane I love him but not to wake me before you guys leave in the morning. I need my sleep,” I say with a laugh.

She chuckles. “Absolutely.”

***

I open my eyes to the sunlight, and I throw the covers up and over my head to make it darker. I need to paint my walls black and buy black curtains now that I’m working nights.

I let out a sigh as I stretch. My muscles are tight and my pussy still hurts, but I smile. I almost forgot what it felt like to have good sex. Although I have to admit, I’ve never slept with a man as good as Case.

I get up out of bed and sway on my feet as I make my way across the hall to take a hot shower. I pause for a second as I look at myself in the mirror. It still shocks me every time I see the blue in my hair. But I like it.

As I turn the shower off, I hear my cell ringing in my bedroom. I run into my bedroom, dripping wet, and answer it. I place it on speakerphone so I don’t get it wet.

“Hello?”

“Taylor.”

I smile when I hear Case on the other end. “Yes. What’s up, Case?” Then the smile drops off my face. “How did you get this number?” I had called him #67, and we haven’t had the time to exchange numbers in the last couple of days.

He chuckles. “I’ve had it the entire time, Taylor.”

I huff. “You what? How did you get it?” I try to act offended, but I don’t really care that he had it.

“I have my ways,” is all he says, and I just know that his
way
is my brother.

“Obviously.” I roll my eyes but smile. “What do you want?” I’m off tonight.

He clears his throat. “Brecken and I are going out tonight. I thought I would see if you wanna come out with us.”

My mouth forms an O but nothing comes out. He wants me to come out with him and Brecken? In public? Just the three of us? I’m not even sure that Brecken likes me.

“Taylor?”

I snap out of my thoughts and speak before I can even think about it. “I would love to.” I slap my hand over my mouth. You could have said that sounds fun or sure. Not I’d love to. I roll my eyes at myself.

“Okay. I’ll be there to pick you up around seven.”

“Seven?” I ask confused. “Why are we going that early?” I ask remembering what Savannah had said about showing up just a few hours before closing time.

“Well, I figured we could have dinner before.”

“Like a date?” I ask stupidly. Geez, just hang up now and save your dignity, Taylor.

He just chuckles. “Yes, a date. Unless that makes you change your mind about going?” He sounds disappointed at that thought.

“No,” I say quickly. “Not at all.” Shit, I’m so stupid. “I’ll be ready to go by seven.” And then I hang up without waiting to hear if he has anything else to say. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough.

I’ve just finished putting on my lipstick for the evening when I hear the doorbell ring. “Coming,” I say loudly as I look at myself one more time in my floor-length mirror. I hate that Savannah isn’t here to do my hair and makeup, but I have to say it doesn’t look that bad. Although I did redo both of them twice.

I also raided Savannah’s closet for something to wear. I picked out a simple black dress that comes up to my neck in the front and has a low dip in the back. I tried on every bra I had and ended up having to pass because it comes too far down in the back and the straps showed.

I smooth my hands down it thinking it would be the perfect size if it was just two inches longer. But it was too pretty to pass up so no bending over for me tonight. I sit down on the end of my bed and slide on the dark blue high heels Savannah had in her closet as well. I tried on a red pair, but it clashed with my hair. Who knew that could be an issue? So thankfully, she had a pretty blue pair.

What was I gonna do?
I wonder as I look around my room.

The doorbell rings again, and I jump up.
Answer the door. That was it
.

I almost bust my ass as I make my way to the door, so I stop and take a calming breath. Why are you so nervous? He’s seen you naked. We’ve had sex, for Christ’s sake. Why is a date so nerve wracking? Is it because it’s more formal? ‘Cause other women will see me out in public with him?

I quit rattling off in my brain, take a deep breath, and open the door. Two hands land on my hips and I’m pushed back against the wall. Familiar lips land on mine, and I close my eyes as I gasp in surprise.

The scent, the one that still warns me of danger, fills my nose, and I welcome it. I push up against him as he pushes me into the wall and deepens the kiss. I open my mouth for him a little more as I yank him to me.

He pulls away too soon, and I open my eyes to look up at his dark blue eyes as I breathe heavily.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispers. He places a hand on my face, and I lean into it.

“Hello, handsome,” I reply softly.

His eyes look down my dress, and my body heats up. The memory of how sore I am is no longer a problem.

His free hand runs up my thigh to my hip. “You look gorgeous tonight.”

“Thank you.” I lick my lips, still tasting his lips on mine. “You look pretty nice yourself,” I say finally noticing his black button-down shirt and dark blue jeans. His dark hair is spiked with gel. I reach up and run the palm of my hand against his unshaven face, and I love how it tickles my hand.

A smirk plays on his lips, and I have the urge to pull him to my bedroom. I’d love to repeat what we did yesterday before my shift in his office. I want that scruff on his face up against my thighs. My pussy. My legs get weak, and my pussy tightens at that memory.

I remove my hand from his face and grab his hand. I pull it away from my face and push off the wall ready to drag him to my bedroom when he pulls me in the opposite direction. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before we spend all night here,” he says as if that would be the worst idea ever.

“I don’t mind,” I say truthfully.

He laughs at that and pulls me to him. His dark blue eyes look down at me with heat in them. “You look too beautiful not to show off tonight.” Then he lowers his lips to where they are touching mine. “But don’t think that means I won’t rip this dress off you later, bend you over your bed, and fuck you roughly.”

I inhale sharply as I feel my pussy get wet. Thank God, I wore panties.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CASE

One would say to bring Taylor out with me for the night is a mistake. Brecken and I argued in my office last night again over me sleeping with her while she was working. He feels it’s a mistake, and although I agree with him, I still refuse to stop. He said I was doing it for the wrong reasons. Am I? Yes, I’ve been doing everything for the wrong reasons when it comes to her. But it’s working. For now.

When I suggested we go out tonight and we take her with us, he looked at me as if I had lost my mind. He actually asked me if I’d lost my mind. I simply replied no, but the thought had crossed my mind. But this was the next step for her and me to do. I wanna keep her safe, right? This will be a sure way to keep her safe. Where we are going to tonight isn’t the best place. There will be trouble there although I don’t plan to get into any trouble tonight. But that’s why my plan will work; everyone there will see her with me. They will know that she is with me and that if anyone fucks with her, they will have to deal with me. It’s fucking perfect! No one has to know her name. And they’ve already met Blane. I took him there the other night, but no one will know that she and he are related. Tonight, it’ll just be Taylor with Brecken and myself. And no one has the balls to fuck with us.

“I hope you like Mexican food,” I say not taking my eyes off the road.

“I love it,” she responds.

I take a quick look over at her as she sits in the passenger seat. I have an urge to pull this car over and push that dress up to bury my cock in that pussy. I might have looked a little too desperate when she answered the door, but I couldn’t help it. If you’ve ever had a taste of something you knew was forbidden, that you knew could potentially ruin you … then you will understand the urgency I had for her. She’s beautiful, but I think the fact she was supposed to be off-limits is what drew me to her in the first place.

I shift my eyes back on the road and tighten my hand on the steering wheel trying to clear my mind. Even though we’re not at the club working tonight, this is still a job. We’re still going out for a reason; she just doesn’t know that. Fuck, I’m gonna go to hell. I almost laugh at that thought. Of course, you are, but not because of this. In God’s eyes, there is no sin greater than the other. And believe me, I’ve done too many to ask for forgiveness and nor do I want to. There’s a reason why Brecken and I named the club Seven Deadly Sins. Our world is full of sin. Brecken and I just don’t really give a shit, I guess. And the people who we work with don’t either.

“Are we leaving the city?” she asks getting my attention as she turns in her seat to look out the back glass.

“Yes,” I say looking in the rearview mirror as well. The lights from the city of Chicago are in the distance behind us. “It’s about thirty minutes outside of the city.”

Where we’re going is a place I know for a fact she has never ventured to before. If she had, she probably wouldn’t have survived. Not unless she went with a man like me. A man willing to kill for what is his. And tonight, to the world, she is mine.

***

“Thank you,” Taylor says softly as she sits down in the seat the male hostess had pulled out for her.

I thank him as well when he hands us our menus. “This place is beautiful,” she says looking around the Mexican joint. It’s not your typical Mexican restaurant. They keep it dark and a mariachi band sitting at the back of the room on a stage plays the only music. In front of the stage sits a little dance floor. And a man walks around selling single red roses out of a wicker basket.

“So Taylor,” I say and she looks up at me from her menu. I wanna get to know her better, even though I know it’s not fair because I won’t tell her anything about myself. “Your brother tells me you’re going to the University of Illinois.”

She nods once. “Yes, I’m three years in.”

“What are you studying?” I ask, lifting my water glass to my lips.

“Psychology,” she whispers, and my glass pauses halfway to my lips.

Interesting.
“Why psychology?”

She swallows nervously, and I wonder why she would feel uncomfortable about that. “My father,” she responds softly. “He, uh, took my mother’s death hard. And kind of went off the deep end.” Her gaze falls to the table and then back up at me. “I want to be a guardian ad litem. I wanna help the children who have been in the same situation that I have been in.” Her eyes drop to the table again and she pauses. “It rips so many families apart. I want to help prevent that.”

I lean back in my chair, and a smile tugs at my lips. This woman is even better than I could have imagined. I knew she would have a big heart, but I never knew how big. It almost makes me feel sorry for how I’ve involved her.

“I’m sorry about your mother.”

She looks up at me. “Thank you but it was a long time ago.” I’m about to change the subject, but she speaks. “I can still remember the last time I saw her.” She smiles gently. “She kissed me good-bye when she dropped me off at school.”

“That was the last time you saw her?” I ask. “That must be hard.” I know from experience that it doesn’t matter how long it’s been; it doesn’t make the memories go away. No matter how much you wish they would, they are as plain as day.

She nods. “It was only a few hours later that Blane walked into my classroom and pulled me out of class. I remember the tears running down his face and the way he kneeled down in front of me and told me there had been an accident.” Accident? That’s not what I remember reading, but I don’t question her on it. Her eyes start to glaze over. “I remember him walking us to the principal’s office and the principal ended up taking us to the hospital because they couldn’t get a hold of our dad.”

I frown, but she continues. “He never was the same after that.” She shakes her head. She looks up at me and gives me a genuine smile. “Blane pretty much raised me.” I raise my eyebrows, surprised by that. “And we were from a small town in Indiana, so people talked about us all the time. I had known before I was even a freshman in high school I wanted to move away. A fresh start. I’m grateful that Blane wanted to go with me.”

“So he up and moved for you?” I thought that they were from Chicago for some reason.

She nods. “He worked two jobs and went to junior college in our hometown while I finished high school. Then when I was done, we hit the road.”

“Where does Savannah play into all of this? Did you guys meet her once you moved here?”

She shakes her head. “No. She has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. She wanted to get away as badly as I did. So she moved here with us and went to cosmetology school once we moved here to Chicago. About six months ago, she and Blane finally got their act together and became a couple.”

I smile. But it drops off my face when she looks back down at her menu. Now, I hate what I’m doing to Blane even more. He is all she has. Well, besides Savannah. But he is the only real man in her life. Even more real than I am. Fuck, this is gonna become more complicated than I wanted it to be.