Addiction (19 page)

“No.” She swallows then takes a deep breath. “Please.” She pushes her hips into me, and I smile.

“Good.” I sit back up, run my free hand up her back, and wrap my hand in her loose hair. I grip it tightly, and her entire body softens. “You like that, don’t you?” I lift her head off the bed, and she hisses in a breath. “Your pussy just gets wetter and wetter.”

I pull back and slam into her. She screams out as her body jerks, and she pants as she relaxes once again.

I like the way her voice sounds when she screams, but it’s gonna make me come sooner than I want. So I press her face down into the comforter and fuck her as hard as I can.

***

I lie on my back, one hand on my chest and the other stretched out to my side under Taylor’s head. We both breathe heavy as our hearts pound. It’s now after seven in the morning, and we just finished our second round since I returned to my apartment. I don’t think I have ever felt so drained, so fucking worthless in my life. The woman made me work for what I got. And I loved every second of it.

She places her hand on my chest as she turns onto her side to face me. Her fingers softly run up and down my arm that lies across my own chest as she traces the blue ink that covers it.

“Why do you have so many tattoos?” she asks softly, as she still tries to catch her breath.

I don’t like to talk about my tattoos. I got them for a reason, but I hate when people ask about them. I don’t like to explain them. “I’ve just always had a thing for ink.” I give the simplest answer.

She seems satisfied with that and grabs my wrist. She lifts it up and turns it over. I feel her body stiffen when she sees
Nicole
written on my wrist. I should have never taken my watch off. “Who is Nicole?”

I close my eyes and let out a sigh. This is why you have these rules, Case. This is why you don’t stay in bed and cuddle afterward. This is why you fuck them and then leave them.

“Was she an ex-girlfriend of yours?” she continues when I don’t speak.

I remove my wrist from her hand and pull my hand out from underneath her head. I stand from the bed and pick up my shirt from the floor. I slip it on and look her in the eyes. She’s hurt. I can see it in her big blue eyes and the small frown on her lips.

“It doesn’t matter who she was,” I say simply.

She sits up and runs a hand through her messy hair nervously. “Case, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“But you did. You think because you allowed me into your pussy that I should let you into my past,” I say through clenched teeth.

Her eyes widen, and she gets up onto her knees. “I … I didn’t mean anything by it.” She speaks quickly. “I was just …”

“Wanting to know if you had competition?” I ask. Show her that you’re a dick. Maybe she’ll make this easier for you.

“No!” she says without hesitation. “It’s not that. I just want to know more about you,” she says lowering her voice.

“There’s nothing to know,” I say simply as I cuss myself. I just had to cross that line with her. I just had to fuck shit up.

She lets out a long breath and looks down at her hands in her lap. “That was… I don’t wanna lie.” She swallows and then looks up at me. “I do want to know you more.”

Not good! Kick her out, Case!

“I just want to know how you ended up in this life.”

“This life?” I growl, getting pissed off. She has no idea what
my life
is really like.

“Yes, Case. This life. This life where you are willing to risk it every day. How did you get into selling drugs? Why would you …”

“Shut up!” I snap. “Just shut up, Taylor,” I repeat, and her lips thin as she becomes angry. “You know nothing about my life, so don’t sit there as if you’re some special little brat and judge me.” Her mouth falls open, and I turn away from her, walk into my bathroom, and slam the door shut.

I lean against it and close my eyes as I take a deep breath. My heart pounds in my chest but not out of anger. When I open them, I look down at my wrists and run a finger over her name. I had it tattooed on my skin so I would never forget what it’s like to know that you can’t control everything. That you can’t protect the ones you loved.

“Case?”

I poke my head into her room and I see Nicole and Brecken sitting on her bed. They both smile up at me. “What’s up?” I ask.

“Did you get the popcorn? We have the movie ready.” She lifts the remote to the TV letting me know they are just waiting for me.

“I’m on it. I can’t be downstairs getting the popcorn if you keep hollering for me to keep coming up here,” I say with an eye roll.

She laughs at me and then leans over to Brecken’s side. He lifts his arm and wraps it around her shoulders. He then leans down and kisses her forehead and my jaw tightens at their display of affection. I don’t like it!

I clear my throat and Nicole pulls away quickly giving me a shy smile as she tucks a few long brown strands behind her ear. Brecken narrows his eyes on me. I’m totally cock blocking him, and that’s how it’s gonna stay.

If only I knew then what I know now. I would have told her that I loved her more. I would have told her just how much she meant to me. But what’s done is done and you can’t go back. I bring my hands up and grip my hair as I think about the night I just spent with Taylor. Did it mean that much to me to go and break all my rules? The answer, I’m afraid, is yes. It was just as amazing as I had imagined. But only now, I know it’s true.

I had made a promise to Blane that I would protect Taylor. But instead, I fucked her and just pushed her away.

I hear the front door of my apartment open and then slam shut. I bang my head against the bathroom door, and I let out a cuss. “I’m fucked!” 

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

TAYLOR

I speed home as I cuss myself. What did I think I was doing? Really? He was right. I let him into my pants, so I expected him to let me into his life. I know nothing about the guy except for the fact he is dangerous and probably currently wanted by the police. “Shit!” I hit my hand against the steering wheel. “That was stupid.” I continue to talk to myself.

What did he do to me?
I wonder as I drive down the highway.

What didn’t he do to me?
I ask myself stupidly.

I close my eyes for a quick second as I remember the way his hands felt wrapped around my wrists, holding them down. My body shudders at that memory. And my pussy clenches as I feel that warming in my stomach start again.

Oh no, this can’t happen. You can’t allow him to do this again. You’re a big girl. You had one crazy night with your boss, who just happens to be a drug dealer. Now, let’s be an adult about it.
Who am I kidding?
He will probably fire my ass later tonight for how stupid I was this morning.

I can just imagine Savannah jumping up and down saying I told you so. And Blane …

“Shit!” I hiss out loud again. Blane is gonna kill me. I just slept with his friend. His friend who sells drugs for a living. I slap my hand over my head. “What have I done?” I berate myself out loud.

I pull up to our house and very quietly walk through the front door and pass the living room. I come face to face with Savannah as she leaps from the couch. “Oh, my God, where have you been?” she demands but keeps her voice down.

I open my mouth to speak, but she pushes me toward my room. “Never mind. Go put on some pajamas and come back out yawning.” She shoves me forward, and my sore legs have me stumbling from how tired they are.

I do as she says as I remove my work clothes that smell like the club and now sex. Finding a pair of pajama pants and an overly large t-shirt, I walk out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen. I need some coffee. Case took every bit of energy from me, and I need to replenish.

“When did you get home?” my brother demands as he now stands in the kitchen with Savannah. She looks me up and down and then turns to face him. “She got in late last night.” She waves a hand in the air as if no big deal. “They had to work late. You know how things can get crazy there. The busier they get, the more they have to clean up.”

He stands there looking at me up and down and frowns. I allow my hair to fall over my right cheek, so he can’t see the scratch on my face from the fight last night. “I was in your room twenty minutes ago wanting to talk to you, but you weren’t in there.”

“Uh …” I stumble trying to figure out what to say to that. My mind is still as sluggish as my body feels.

“She had forgot her phone in her car and went out to get it,” Savannah says simply, and I mentally thank her.

“Well,” he pauses for a second, “I need to go meet up with Case. I’ll be back in about two hours,” he says as he leans down and kisses Savannah. I would totally be creeped out about their exchange, but the fact that he said he is going to see Case repeats in my mind. Will Case tell him? Is he the type of guy to brag about who he sleeps with? Lord, I hope not.

“Why are you going to see Case?” I ask in a high pitch. I clear my throat as he pulls away from her to look at me strangely. I put a big smile on my face to try to throw him off.

“He called me around seven this morning and told me he had to speak with me.” I feel sick. That was right in the middle of our sex-a-thon. Speak to him about what? Me?

“And no, I’m still not on drugs or high,” he adds with a growl. “I can see your face is full of judgment.”

My face falls. Have I been so worked up with Case and the club that I forgot how Blane knows him in the first place? Seems so. “I wasn’t …”

“Save it,” he growls, and I shut my mouth. I’m not in the mood to argue with him right now. I just want to go to sleep. He gives me one last long look and then tells us bye with another kiss to Savannah before he walks out the door.

She spins around and gives me a big smile. “Spill the beans,” she says excitedly as she pushes her coffee across the table to me.

I sigh as my shoulders slump. “Oh, Savannah, I have fucked up. Majorly.”

“What happened?” she asks as the smile drops off her face.

I sit down on the tall barstool and drop my head in my hands. “I slept with Case.” I look up at her. “Three times,” I confess in a whisper.

The smile returns to her face, and she claps her hands. “I knew it.” She actually jumps up and down once and then pulls out the barstool across from me. “When I woke up this morning and you were gone, I just knew you were with him. It’s not like you not to come home. But three times?” She lets out a low whistle. “He must be better than I imagined.”

“That makes two of us,” I mumble. Sighing, I add, “But it won’t happen again.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s my boss, Savvy. I can’t sleep with my boss. And even if he wasn’t, he is friends with Blane.” This time I bang my head on the kitchen table. “Stupid,” I mumble to myself as I bang it again. “Then I said some things this morning. I pissed him off …”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You can sleep with whomever you want. Don’t let Blane dictate your life.”

I might have let Case fuck me last night, but I have officially fucked myself.

CASE

“She passed,” I say as I hang up the phone on my desk and look up at Brecken.

He’s silent for a few seconds. “Do you believe it?” he finally asks me.

I sigh as I lean back in my chair. “I can’t say yes or no. The results are back. And they prove Rachel is telling the truth.”

He starts to pace as he lets out a snort. “I know what I saw.”

“She did admit that they were there. She just said they belonged to a friend.”

He pauses long enough to throw me a hard look. “What do you expect me to do?” I ask when he goes back to pacing.

He runs a hand through his dark hair. “I don’t know,” he growls. “I just have a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.” I watch him pace a few more times and then he looks back at me. “What about Taylor’s drug test? Did it come in yet?”

“I didn’t have her tested.”

He stops pacing, and his dark eyes widen as they look at me. “You what?” he asks with a growl. “Why didn’t you have her tested?” he demands.

I sigh heavily. “Because she has never been a part of this world. She doesn’t do drugs. It was pointless to test her.”

“What the fuck, dude?” he barks, and I don’t say anything. “I saw her car in the parking lot when I left last night.” I grind my jaw. “And I know for a fact the club was closed. No one else was in the building.” He pauses, and I want to look away from him, but I don’t. “Unless she was up in your apartment.” He lifts a dark brow in question.

I sigh. Well, fuck, he knows something happened. I can’t lie to Brecken. “She slept over last night.”

Nothing about his features change, but I know his mind is screaming at me. “Fuck, Case.” He finally speaks. “Do you understand what you have done …?”

I hold up my hand to stop him. “I know exactly what I did. And I do not intend to stop.” I thought about it after she left this morning. I can’t stop. No matter how many questions she asks, no matter how many answers I gotta make up, I can’t stop. The need for her is just too big. Too much to handle.

“Shit,” he hisses running a hand through his dark hair. “You have got to be kidding me,” he yells. “Where is she right now?” he demands leaning over my desk. “She needs to be fired. I’ll do it …”

“No!” I shout standing from behind my desk. “You will not.”

He stares at me with narrowed eyes and then pushes off my desk as he spins around giving me his back. “You fucking her will only fuck us in the end,” he mutters.

“I know,” I say truthfully.

He turns to face me once again. “You can use any other woman. Hell, you can have your pick any night downstairs. This girl is bad news in more ways than one.”

I fall down into my seat and let out a long breath. He’s telling me the truth, but I need to keep her close. I need to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. I can live with myself if I’m the one to hurt her with my lies and betrayal, but I can’t imagine allowing her to get hurt physically ‘cause I cared more about the lines than her safety.

“I’ve made up my mind,” I say with finality as I stand from my chair once again. “And I expect you to keep your mouth shut about the matter.”

He goes to speak, but the door to my office opens, cutting him off, and Taylor enters. “Oh. I’m sorry,” she says looking at Brecken and then me. “I can come back.” She turns to walk back out the door, but Brecken stops her.

“No, go ahead. I was just leaving.” And with that, he throws me one last look letting me know that this conversation isn’t over and then walks out.

I feel the mood shift as soon as he closes the door behind him. It changes from hot and stuffy to cool and refreshing. I don’t know what it is about Taylor, but she makes me forget the bad in life. She makes me forget that my life is a lie. She makes me think there is another world where darkness and headache doesn’t exist. She makes me think maybe the sun could shine every day. And I’m becoming addicted to it. I’m becoming addicted to this ride she has me on.

I look at her body differently now. Even when I saw her naked in the hallway of her house, when I wanted her so fucking badly, I knew she had the power to make me weak in the knees. Now that I’ve had her, I see her even clearer. And I know for a fact I would beg for her as I crawled on hands and knees.

“I wanted to talk to you before my shift,” she says uncomfortably as she shifts from foot to foot.

“What is it?” I ask hoping everything is okay with her. She won’t even look at me. And I know it has to do with the fact I pretty much kicked her out of my place this morning.

“I want talk about last night … This morning.” She bites her bottom lip nervously.

My chest tightens. Please don’t ask me any more questions about my life. “What about it?”

She takes a deep breath. “I just wanted to let you know that I am an adult. And that I can be an adult about what happened.” I stand as she continues. “I didn’t expect that to happen,” she rambles. “You’re not only my boss, but you’re also Blane’s friend. And I’m sorry about afterward. I understand that it was a one-time thing, and I don’t want you to think I need to know everything about you. I can still work here and still be professional.” She sucks in a deep breath. “When I got home this morning, Blane said he had a meeting with you. I hope that you didn’t tell him anything about what we did.” She speaks the last part softly.

Of course, I didn’t. Contrary to popular belief, I do not like to create bad situations for myself. And informing Blane that I spent all morning fucking his sister would cause some big fucking problems. “Are you done?” I walk around my desk, and she takes a step back.

She nods. “I think so,” she answers softly.

I reach out and push a few brown and blue strands behind her ear. “I’m sorry about this morning and the way I reacted to your questions.”

She shakes her head quickly causing her hair to fall back in her face. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”

“It’s not,” I say truthfully. “But I understand why you asked.” I would like to know more about her, but I already know enough. Blane has filled me in on their mother’s death and the fact their father is in prison. And of course, I know more than she even knows. I didn’t become who I am without contacts. And those contacts gave me every bit of information I needed.

I take a step closer to her. She goes to step back, but I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her to me. Her hands come up, and she places them on my chest. “Case, I understand what last night was. You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” I ask tilting my head to the side.

She lets out a shaky breath. “This.” She pats my chest. “Where you pretend you want me again. Where you act like it meant something. I’m not the girl who needs a man to act like he cares.”

“You’re right,” I say, and my cock swells at her words. “It didn’t mean anything. But that didn’t mean it didn’t feel good.” I grab her hands and place them around my neck. “You’re also right about not being a girl, but I
do
want it again.”

My hands find her ass, and I, for one, hate how short the shorts are that the waitresses have to wear. I pull her to me. Her lips part when she feels my already hard cock pressed up against her stomach. “Don’t do this to me,” she whispers.

I lower my face to her neck. “Do what?” I ask as my lips touch her skin. “Do this?” My lips brush her skin, and I feel her body break out in goosebumps. “Or this?” I whisper as I kiss up her neck and to her ear. I pull her earlobe gently into my mouth and bite down on it. She shivers.

I kiss my way around her jaw and then find her lips. Her arms tighten around my neck as she kisses me. If I could, I would smile in satisfaction. Instead, I pull away as she pants.

I reach up and run the pad of my thumb over her wet lips. “I wanna fuck your mouth, Taylor.” I’ve thought about it since she left my place this morning. It was the one thing we didn’t do last night. After how quickly we fucked in my office last night, I was all about her in my bed. Now … now, I want it to be about me; I want her to want to please me. Even though her pussy did please me, I need more. I always need more.