Just Go (7 page)

“Shit,” he curses pulling it out of his pocket. “This is Joe.” His curt tone tells me it’s not a welcome call. “Yeah. Got it.” He hangs up and puts his phone in the cup holder.

“Listen, I gotta make a run. I get it if you don’t want to hang around, but I was really hoping to hang out with you tonight. If you hang around....”

“I’ll stay. I’m in this. I have to see how the job works before they throw me in the office.”

I want to tell him I’m looking forward to hanging out with him, but that would suggest that I’m expecting more than just friendship. As much as I would like to, I don’t want to be the reason he’s fired.

“Great, buckle up.” He smiles and looks a little nervous as he pulls out of our spot and towards the Northern part of the city.

“So, what’s up here? I can’t imagine the clientele coming from this part of the city.”

He doesn’t answer right away and when I look over at him, his hands are tight around the steering wheel and his jaw is set tight.

“Joe?”

“What?” he snaps, his mood suddenly changed.

“Where are we going?”

“Annaliese, sometimes you just need to go with the flow. Don’t ask so many questions. God, maybe I should have brought you home first....” he trails off, mumbling to himself that this was a mistake.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Just... listen, we’re almost there. Don’t get out of the car this time, okay? This isn’t a run your dad approved.”

“He’s not the boss of me, Joe. Not yet,” I grind out, pissed that someone is hiding something from me.

Joe sighs and goes silent for the remainder of the drive. The neighborhood we’re driving through is anything but upper class. Not that I’m judging, but most people in this part of the city don’t have the money to spend on the services that my dad’s business offers. We slow in front of an empty warehouse. No lights are on inside and there’s no other living being in sight.

“What’s going on, Joe?” I ask, my heartbeat speeding up.

“Wait here,” he grinds out and gets out of the car. I watch him speed to the door and knock a few times before it opens up and a figure slips outside quickly.

“What the hell?” I say to myself. I watch the familiar figure walk towards the car and when his eyes flick to mine, my heart drops.

He freezes then looks at Joe before storming to my door and throwing it open.

“Nice to see you again, Annaliese,” he purrs, his smile melting any sort of wall I had built up against him.

“Mr. Callahan,” I say in a sexy voice and smile seductively while Joe cocks his head at us then nervously looks around. “It’d be even nicer if you could get in the car.”

He turns to look at Joe and nods, then his eyes flick between the two of us before he speaks again.

“Not until you get back there with me.”

“What?” I gasp. The balls on this man!

“Sir, that’s not auth—“

“And I could have your job title taken away in two seconds flat, Joe. I don’t think you really want the boss man to know you’ve been ogling his little girl, do you?” He smiles a winning smile and Joe’s frame goes tense, as if he’s preparing for a fight.

“What the fuck is going on! Get outta here!” A voice booms from the building we’re parked in front of.  My nerves are on high alert since this isn’t the best part of the city to be sitting in a nice ass car in the middle of the night. My whole body is screaming at me for not throwing it at Adam, and my mind is telling me to shut it off and stop thinking about him and his body. God, his body.

“Get in the car, Adam,” I growl back at him.

“Okay.” I sigh when he gives in. “After you.” He reaches in, takes my arm and pulls me out of the car, throwing me over his shoulder like a caveman and I take a breath to scream when I end up inhaling the best scent I’ve ever smelled. God, he smells so good.

“Adam, put her down!” I hear Joe yell but as soon as I take a whiff of Adam, I’m a goner.

“Joe, it’s fine. He’s just being an asshole.” As much as that’s true, I’m also incredibly turned on by this caveman act. The heat that Joe brought earlier is nothing compared to how I feel around Adam.

“I’m just getting her to the backseat. We have business that’s left undone, and I’m ready to finish it.” I hear the low growl in his voice when he opens the back door of the car and slowly lets me slide down his body. Jesus, his body is rock hard and smells so freaking delicious. I want to lick him and taste every part of him. His eyes meet mine and lock into that emotion I’ve been toying with all week: infatuation. Good Lord. Every worry from the week melts away when he looks at me like that. I’m his lifeline. I’m in a trance and don’t notice Joe talking to me until he snaps his fingers in my ear.

“I’ll call your father, Annie,” Joe whispers as his gaze flicks to Adam then back to me.

“I’m fine, Joe. Adam and I go back. He just needs to put me down before I kick him in the balls,” I smile sweetly as Adam’s hands drop from my hips and my feet hit the ground.

“Then get in. Both of our asses are gonna be on a platter for this stint,” he growls then walks to the driver’s seat.

I slowly and seductively slide into the car, grinning to myself when I hear Adam sigh and curse under his breath. When my ass hits the seat, I smile as I remember I’m not wearing any panties tonight. I hate them. So restricting, and really not needed when wearing pants. The only time I wear them is when it’s that time of the month, or when I have on a short skirt and don’t feel like giving others a show. Tonight it’s neither of those. These pants are so tightly fitted around my ass that panty lines of any sort would have ruined the effect.

“Jesus,” he sighs again and finally clears his throat and slides into the car.

The minute the door shuts, his hand finds my leg and starts slowly caressing it. I feel the jolt of electricity and jump.

“Shh....” he whispers so Joe doesn’t hear. “Hey, Joe?”

“Yes, sir?” Joe clips.

“Does this car have one of those sight/sound partitions?”

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, Mr. Callahan,” he says in the most professional tone.

“Oh, sure you do, Joe. You’ve used it plenty of times with me. It’s that button right there next to the heater control.”

“Ah, yes.” Joe keeps driving, not making a move towards the button and I smile to myself, knowing what these two are doing. It’s essentially a test to see which male is going to win the girl. A power play between two overly sexualized males, and I’m the pawn.

Sorry, buddies, this girl only belongs to herself.

“Mind pushing it, Joe? All the way up please,” Adam growls and waits for the entire partition to be closed before locking it shut from our end. When it’s locked, he turns in his seat and smiles at me.

“Now, Mr. Callahan. Why’d you go and do something like that? Are you aware who my father is?”

“I am very aware of your father and his status. He won’t find out, believe me.” His hands make their way up my leg and he cups my sex over my pants. “I can’t stop thinking about this,” he whispers as his lips hit my neck and he sucks. Hard.

I gasp and pull back, not wanting any proof that he was here. Though the wetness in my pants and my rapid heartbeat are proof enough, I’m not ready to admit how hot I am for this man. I can’t be attracted to someone like him. He’s such an asshole, but Jesus Christ, he's the hottest asshole ever.

“I’m also aware of how much I turn you on, Annaliese,” my name rolls off his tongue like he’s been saying it all his life. Most people have a problem with it, but not Adam.

“Are you, now?” I moan as his teeth find my ear lobe and nip gently, his hand still massaging me between my legs. The pressure from his fingers on my sweet spot is almost enough to set me off. Almost.

“Feel what you do to me.” He takes my hand and moves it to his crotch and I feel his hard length under his dress pants. “Just one more time, Annaliese. Jesus, I need you one more time. Give that to me, please.” He pulls back and his eyes hit mine. My heart speeds up as I realize what I’m about to do.

One answer will change everything 

Chapter 6

Adam

She hasn’t answered yet and I’m actually nervous she’s going to tell me no. Me! Adam fucking Callahan is worried a woman might tell him no. What the hell is wrong with me? Did I suddenly grow a damn vagina?

Shit.

I shouldn’t have to go through all of these hoops and barbaric shows just to get a woman. Hell, I’d have an easier time finding someone on the side of the road to fuck right now, but that’s not what’s going to satisfy me.

I need this woman. The one that has captured my every damn thought since I had her less than a week ago.

Her eyes are begging me to be nice, to not be an asshole, but that’s who I am. I haven’t been able to fuck anyone since her. Hell, I can’t even get hard anymore without thinking of how perfect she felt when I was buried deep inside her. Her ass on display for me. Those damn sexy legs still ending with her fucking heels. Jesus.

Just answer me already!

“Just one night?” she whispers and my stomach drops at those words. What the hell was that all about? That’s what I said, right? One night. One more time just to get another taste of her, preferably more than one time. But one night is what I asked her, so one night I have to stick to.

Why did I say that?

“Uh... yeah. One night.” She threw me off my game and now I feel like a bumbling idiot.

Her gaze hits the partition and I know what she’s thinking.

“He can’t see any of this, and it’s soundproof so he can’t hear us either,” I whisper in her ear and feel her body loosen up under me. My hands, having a mind of their own, find their way up her flat stomach and over the swell of her breasts. “One night, Annaliese.” Her nipples harden at my touch. She’s so damn responsive, and I’m so damn hard right now I don’t think I’d last long. Shit, three days is too long.

“Okay,” she gasps as I squeeze her breast and nip her neck.

Shit yes!

Why do I feel like jumping for joy? I’m not getting worked up over this girl. I just need a fuck and she seems to be the only one my dick wants to respond to at this point. That’s all this is.

I moan as she pushes her body to me, giving me her all. Her hands find my shoulders and she pushes me back on the seat, then straddles me and grins.

“Your place or mine?” she whispers as her lips find mine. I break the kiss quick enough to manage to tell her my house, then she knocks on the partition, still straddling me. My hands, resting on her thighs, are itching to explore more parts of her, but with the glass divider lowering, I know that’s a bad idea. I let them rest there, squeezing harder than I probably should, but it's taking a lot not to let them roam with Joe watching.

“Joe, please head back to Mr. Callahan’s place first,” she says, never breaking eye contact with me.

“Ms.—“

“No. Just do it. That’s all, Joe,” she says and waves at him to close the glass once again.

She’s smiling so brilliantly right now it’s contagious and soon I’m smiling just as brightly. Shit. Why do I feel like the awkward teenager who just asked out his crush? I’ve already had hot fucking sex with this woman. The second time shouldn’t make me feel so nervous.

“So, Mr. Callahan—“

“Please call me Adam, Annaliese.”

“Okay... Adam. Do you mind telling me what that was all about tonight, with the creepy ass dark building we just picked you up from?”

Jesus, she doesn’t know or else she wouldn’t be saying anything. That’s the rule: don’t fucking talk about it.

“I was at a meeting for a job and needed a ride. Joe was free so he picked me up. Nothing to worry about.”

The lie felt terrible coming off my tongue. I’ve lied so many times before. Why all of a sudden does it feel so... wrong?

“Mmmm... okay,” she moans as my lips meet hers again and I part her lips slowly with my tongue. Jesus, she tastes so good, so sweet.

My hands roam under the hem of her shirt, following her smooth skin up and over her ribs. I feel her tense as I run my fingers down her ribs, then laugh as she tries to get away from the slight tickle. Her fighting me is making me even harder, which I didn’t even think was possible. I move higher, enjoying the feel of her cool skin through the lace of her bra. Everything in me wants to rip this top off her and enjoy the sight of lace over her plump breasts, but I know we’ll have company soon and don’t want her to be embarrassed. She's not like the other girls I fuck.

She moans when I caress her nipple over her bra, moving my lips to her neck, right behind her ear. Her nipples tighten under the thin fabric and she gasps when I pinch her gently. I move my hands behind her, hoping to unhook her bra for better access to her beautiful tits, but she stops me and shakes her head, looking at me with those striking eyes.

“Not here,” she whispers, then continues to kiss me. The sweetest, best tasting kiss I’ve ever experienced.

We stay like this for the remainder of the drive back to my place. When the car stops, I suck at her lower lip, leaving her pouting for more when I break away.

“Care to come up?”

“Oh, I’ll be coming, alright,” she whispers in my ear, making me curse the growing bulge in my pants, then as quickly as she can, she gets off my lap before the back door opens and Joe is waiting impatiently for us to get out.

I laugh at her, at the situation, then get out of the car and face the one man that I hate more than my ex-wife: Joe. I’ve always been good with him, never really had any problems. Once I realized he had eyes for Annaliese, though, it all went downhill. The second I saw her in the car, in the front seat, I knew he was working on getting her back to his place tonight. Joe’s not dumb. He knows when the boss man is looking and when he isn’t. With Vick being out of town tonight, most of his men are working on filling in the gaps, so no one would notice her going home with the help.

No one but me.

He’s glaring at me and all I can do is smile that I won. Feeling like one lucky bastard, I slap him on the back and smile.

“Thanks, man.”

“It’s my job, Mr. Callahan.” He reaches his hand out and helps Annaliese out of the car. When he pulls her in close enough to kiss her, I feel like I’m about to go into Hulk mode. I’m not about to get sloppy seconds tonight. She’s my girl.

Tonight
. She’s my girl
tonight.

Shit, Adam, where’s your brain?!?

“You sure about this, Annie?” I hear him whisper, then see his eyes flick to me. I don’t back down, though, and glare right back at him as my breathing threatens to turn into a low growl.

“I’ll be fine, Joe. I know he’s not gonna pull anything stupid. Mr. Chicago over here wouldn’t do anything to tarnish his reputation. You’re a good friend.” She grins at him and he leans in to kiss her cheek.

“Let’s go, Annaliese,” I take her arm and pull her away from him, practically plowing over the asshole who’s trying to take my girl.

“I’ll call you in the morning, Annie. You better answer.” His eyes connect with mine and I see the threat. The menacing tone doesn’t get past me, but I’m too worked up to care. I’m currently sporting a serious hard on for this chick and I just need to be inside her. I just need to blow my load and go to bed.

That’s all she is to me. A means to an end.

Nothing else.

At least that's the shit I keep telling myself.

Joe waits until I have her inside to move back to his door and get in, but I barely notice. Everything in my body is screaming at me that this is a bad idea. That this girl is going to ruin me worse than I thought I was ruined by my divorce, but I can’t stop. I need her. I need her body. I need her moaning my name. I need her eyes on mine when I make her explode around my cock.

We make it to the elevator and I put my key in, signaling us to the top without any stops. I’m shaking from nerves and it pisses me off. So I grab her the minute the doors close and kiss her like she’s my last breath, like after tonight, nothing will remain. She pushes her body against mine and I feel her lips turn to a smile when she feels my hard length pushing against her.

“Mmm, very nice,” I whisper as she pushes the swell of her breasts into me. She groans as I reach down between her legs and rub gently. “Jesus, so hot.”

The door dings and opens to my lobby, breaking the spell she has on me when I hear Thor yipping from the other side of the door. Shit, I can’t believe I forgot about the puppy. Normally I have someone take him on nights I bring girls back here, but this was unplanned so I have to roll with it.

“Oh my gosh! Do you have a dog!?” she practically yells at me, smiling brightly and walking towards my door. Her eyes are lit up at the thought of me having a dog. Not the fact that she’s currently walking into the penthouse in the tallest, most expensive condo in the city of Chicago. Not the fact that the floors are pure marble, nor the fact that the crystal chandelier is real. No, she’s excited about the tiny, wrinkly, slobbering animal on the other side of the door.

Maybe she really is crazy.

“Oh yeah. Sorry about him, I can put him away for the night.” I smile when I see I hit a nerve.

“No you won’t! Open up, I wanna see!” She’s so excited I can’t help but smile. I need to make her smile like this again. A lot.

I unlock the door and slowly open it. Thor’s pudgy nose peeks in first, then his paw comes through the gap, trying to paw the door open. She giggles and pushes the door open, letting him run out and attack her with slobbery kisses. I stand in awe, watching her interact with my dog, and realize this girl isn’t someone that deserves to be fucked and left. She deserves to be loved. She deserves so much more than I typically give girls, but I think I’m up for the challenge. When she smiles up at me, holding a very excited and wiggly puppy in her arms, I no longer think I’m up for it. I know I am.

“What’s his name?” she asks, still smiling and laughing as he licks her cheek.

“Thor.”

“For real? You named your dog Thor?” She giggles as he attacks her with slobbery kisses.

“Absolutely. I don’t joke about my superheroes.”

“I love it,” she says, then turns her attention back to the dog.  Hell, now I’m jealous of the damn dog. “You need to go outside, Thor?”

And there it is.
Zero
women that I have brought back here would have enjoyed being licked by this wrinkly mess. None of them would sit on the floor to hold him and never would they be caught dead taking a dog out to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. Annaliese isn’t like those girls though.

She’s the real deal
.

“Can I take him out?” She’s still smiling. How are her cheeks not hurting yet? Do normal people smile this much when they aren’t post-orgasmic?

“Uh.... Yeah. Let me grab his leash. I’ll walk out with you.”

We take him down together, making small talk about life with a dog in the city. Apparently she’s always wanted one but her roommate wouldn’t do so well with one. I try and think of Vick having a dog for her when she was growing up, but the only dog I can see him with is a trained to be mean Doberman.

After we get back up, I take her inside. Finally she’s in, the door is shut, and I don’t have to share her with the world anymore. Not for the rest of the night.

“Welcome to my penthouse,” I say grinning, but when she scrunches her nose I realize I said something wrong. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You sound like an asshole when you talk like that,” she says flatly. Shit. She’s not joking.

“Talk like... what?”

“Do you have to point out every time we talk that you live in a penthouse? It’s annoying.”

“Sorry,” I say, confused at her reaction to my money. She grew up wealthy. Hell, she probably lives off of daddy’s money to this day.

“It’s okay. Just don’t talk.” She smiles and walks slowly towards me.

“Oh yeah? What do you suggest I do instead of talking?” I can feel my body reacting to her already and she isn’t even touching me yet. This could be very bad, but so very good.

“I can find other very useful things for you to do with your mouth.”

She tugs at my tie, bringing me to her and her lips crush into mine. She’s gone from sweet girl who’s in love with my dog, to sexy as hell vixen within a matter of seconds. Her hands start pulling at my tie, ripping it off and dropping it to the floor. She’s at my shirt next, and after one button, she’s lost all patience and pulls hard enough to pop off the remaining ones.

“Shit.” I look down at her and she’s grinning. “That was a nice shirt,” I say as the final button hits the hardwood and stops spinning.

“You’ve got money. I have faith you can replace it without any problems.” The snarky comment makes me chuckle and pull her in for another hard, lust filled kiss. Her lips are so perfect, and her moans make me harder than I’ve ever been. She nips my bottom lip and smiles when I pull back and glare at her.

Jesus, she’s feisty as fuck and no other woman turns me on like she does.