Just Go (10 page)

“I know they may not mind us driving around here, but public sex isn’t something I feel like getting arrested for,” she breathes, her eyes drilling into mine, showing me every emotion she’s hiding from me. My dick is so hard just from this little encounter I need to start thinking about puppies or some shit just to be able to get out of the car without sporting major wood.

“Right,” is all I’m able to get out. What is she doing to me? Adam Callahan doesn’t do girls in public. My publicist would have a hay day with me if he found out about this little excursion today. He’s already going to be pissed that I left my phone at home today, not wanting to be bothered by anyone.

“So... is it my turn yet?” Her smile breaks through and she takes a deep breath.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely!” I say with a little more energy than I had before. She feels more, just like I do. She feels it, but she doesn’t want to because she still thinks I’m a bad guy. I’m not a bad guy. I just need her to get to know the real me and not the one the magazines make me out to be.

She hops out of the car and practically runs to the driver side as I turn off the car and move the seat back before getting out. I smile as she glides into the seat like she was built for it, then lean in to show her where some of the controls are.

“Cruise control, wipers, blinker—“

“Um, Adam. I’m not stupid. I can handle a car.” Her eyes lock on mine and the heat between us is insane. If she isn’t feeling this, there’s something wrong with her. “Question is, can you handle my driving?” She bats her eyes at me and caresses the steering wheel and I stand and groan.

“Jesus,” I bitch to no one after she shuts the door and smiles at me, her massive sunglasses taking up the majority of her face when she smiles. She looks so damn cute and sexy all at the same time, if that’s even possible. Sitting behind the steering wheel of my car, I can’t help but smile at the energy radiating off of her. I slide in the car and click my seatbelt, praying she’s not a terrible driver, and trying to find some type of emotion other than incredibly happy. I’m happy with her. Small things like this make me happy, and it’s all because of her.

“Good to go, driver.” I smile as she looks over at me and grins, lifting her sunglasses and winking at me before she reapplies her focus to the car. She pulls out of the small gravel parking area and starts off like any normal person would do in a car.

Then she hits the road.

The moment all four tires are on the pavement, she’s a totally different driver. These roads out here aren’t straight, and they aren’t flat. I’ve never went over 50 on these roads for fear of killing myself, but when I look over and see we’re already pushing 60 I can’t help but grip on to my ‘oh shit’ handle. I look over at her, maneuvering the car like it’s second nature, hands placed on the steering wheel, not gripping it too tight, not nervous at all. She’s grinning and flicks her gaze over to me before chuckling and returning it to the road. I wouldn’t be worried if we were somewhere else, but she doesn’t know these roads like I do. There are curves coming up that killed a kid when I was in school.

We approach a turn in the road, surrounded by corn fields now on both sides, and before I’m able to warn her about the turn, she anticipates it and slows just enough, maneuvering her way around it with ease, like she’s done it hundreds of times before.

I sit in disbelief, eyes wide, heart slamming in my chest.

She looks over and grins at me before returning her gaze to the road. She’s still smiling and I can’t take my eyes off of her. The most beautiful woman to ever grace me with her presence. I decide right then and there that I’m keeping this woman.

She's mine and I'll do everything to ensure that she knows it—inside and out.

We drive along at a faster speed I’ve ever tried on these roads, and almost a half hour after taking off, she slows the car to a normal rate and at the next driveway, one that belongs to a house sitting empty, she pulls in and stops the car.

“Woo!” She laughs hard, her head falling back on the headrest. She turns it slightly and lifts her glasses, smiling at me. “Glad I didn’t kill you.” She keeps laughing and it makes me crack a grin through my utter shock.

I look at her and I’m sure I look stupid with my eyes wide, my breathing erratic, and my mouth hanging open.

“What was that?” I ask, so utterly confused at how she knows how to drive like that.

“What?” she asks in a sweet tone, laced with sarcasm.

I narrow my eyes at her, “You played me. I figured you’d never driven something like this before.”

“Ha! I didn’t play you, first off. Secondly, have you met my father? Sure, he has a luxury car business, but all cars are his business and his little girl was determined to be a shining star in his eyes, even if it meant years of racing lessons. Finally, I’m almost offended you thought that little of me.”

I’m speechless for the first time in my life. Even when I walked in on my wife with her boyfriend in my bed, I wasn’t this speechless. This girl has completely blown me away today. She’s like no one I’ve ever met.

“Right.” I can’t get my mind to stop racing, nor can I get my heartbeat from racing out of my chest. Fairly certain I’m still in shock, I stare at her as she smiles so freely I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest for other reasons.

“That was great,” she says as she looks over at me. Her sunglasses are hiding her beautiful eyes and all I want to do it look into them. Without another thought about it, I reach over and slowly take her sunglasses off her face to reveal the deep, glowing beauties underneath. Her makeup is all washed off from last night, but dammit if she isn’t even more beautiful without all of that stuff caked on.

“Hi,” I say quietly, mentally kicking myself for not being able to form a full sentence yet.

“Hi to you, too. Thanks for letting me—“

Before she can finish I’m slamming my lips to hers, taking her head in my hands and kissing her harder than I planned on. She melts into my kiss and moans when my tongue slips past her lips. The noises coming out of her are making my dick start to get incredibly uncomfortable in my pants, but I can’t stop. I’ve never seen such true emotion, true joy, coming out of one person. She’s so beautiful, so carefree, and I want to make her feel like that every day of her life if she’ll let me. I want to be the reason she is that carefree and happy. I want her to know that I can be a good guy. I want more time with her.

My hand slips down to her back to pull her closer to me, and she takes the invitation to swing her leg over the middle console and climb into my lap. I’m already sporting wood, and having her straddle my lap like this isn’t helping it go down. She notices the hardening in my pants and groans while pushing down the tiniest bit, still kissing me fervently. Her hands wrap around my neck while mine find her bra and unclasp it, lifting her shirt enough to give me access to her nipples. Leaning down I kiss each gently and feel her moan as my lips come around them. She pushes down on me harder, grinding on my raging hard cock, and for the first time ever, I feel like I could come from the friction of grinding alone. This woman has me all kinds of wrapped up, and just thinking of her makes my dick start to stir. Having her grinding on me like this, playing with her breasts, fully aware that we are in a car in broad daylight, and any point someone could walk up and see us, is incredibly sexy.

“Jesus, Adam,” she moans as my mouth comes around one of her nipples and bites gently.

I need to fuck her, but there are way too many barriers between us.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I gasp as she grinds down on me again and her lips suck on my ear lobe.

“Way too far away,” she whispers, her warm breath in my ear, then sits up and looks around. “Come on.” She smiles and opens the door, pulling her shirt down and climbing out, not waiting for me to take off towards a dilapidated barn.

“Son of a—” I start but she turns around and pulls her shirt off completely, bra and all, before grinning at me and slipping inside the bar. That shuts me up, and makes me move faster than I’ve ever moved to get to her.

I slip inside the barn, the door creaking loudly, and cringe, hoping no one is here to hear us. It’s one thing to be caught making out in a car; it’s a whole larger thing to be caught screwing in a barn on someone else’s property. Not that I would care if we were caught, however. I couldn’t hold back if I tried. This woman has a spell on me, and makes all logical thinking go out the window.

“Annaliese?” I whisper into the barn, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, a huge contrast to the bright sunlight outside.

“Over here,” I hear her, her voice laced with desire, and I follow it across the barn, noting her articles of clothing laying in a path. I follow the clothes and round a corner to see her laying in a massive pile of bailed hay, completely naked, and playing with herself already.

“What’re you doing?” I ask letting the twang I worked so hard on getting rid of slip back into my voice. Her eyebrows raise and her hands stop playing with herself long enough to crack a smile at me. “I thought you weren’t into getting arrested for sex in public?”

“Did I just hear you right, country boy?” she smiles. “Was that a country twang that just came out of your mouth?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you like men with country twangs,” I growl as I strip off my top and toss it across the room. She eyes my bare chest and stands to walk over to me. Her hands find the button on my pants and she undoes them, slipping them down and freeing my raging hard on. On her knees, her eyes flick up to mine before her mouth goes around me, taking me all the way back, and then some.

“Shit, Annaliese,” I growl as I instinctively pump into her. Her hand comes around the base of my shaft and my hand goes to her head to guide her. She’s pumping so perfectly I’m about to blow my load in her mouth, when she pops me out of her mouth and stands to kiss me. “Turn around” I growl. She does as I say and I gently push her shoulder down, groaning when she bends her body in half and grabs her ankles, her ass perfectly on display for me.

I slip a finger inside her, then two, and feel how wet I’ve made her already, without even touching her in this barn. She’s so sexy, poised here, waiting for me.

“Fuck me, please,” she gasps as I push two fingers back inside her, then slowly remove them and apply the slightest amount of pressure on her puckered hole. I’d love to keep up this torture but my balls are starting to ache and my dick is screaming at me to be inside her, so I align myself and slowly enter her, not wanting her to lose her balance from her stance. “Harder, please,” she moans as I wet my thumb and gently push it into her ass, adding the perfect combination of pain and pleasure to the sensual assault. With my free hand, I grab her hips and start pumping harder, feeling every glorious muscle contraction of hers as her orgasm threatens to rip through her. As soon as hers begins, I feel the starts of my release and quicken my pace, wanting to come with her at the same time.

“Ahhh!” she screams and bucks back to me as her orgasm peaks and everything inside her tightens, milking me of my own release.

“Shiiit—” I moan as I pump into her, emptying my load inside her.

“Fuck!” she yells as the realization we didn’t use a condom rushes over both of us.

She stands quickly and looks at me with betrayal and fear in her eyes.

“Shit, Annaliese—” I start but she interrupts me.

“No.... It’s fine. I’m on the pill.” She looks around for her clothes then starts silently dressing. I see her hands shaking and move to console her, to tell her that she’s covered, but she pulls away and glares at me. My heart sinks; that’s a look of hatred. I’ve seen it plenty of times before and it’s never bothered me. Coming from Annaliese, though, it really fucking hurts.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, reaching out to touch her shoulder. I need some sort of connection, because from the looks of it, she’s pulling away. She’s made her decision about me and it isn’t good.

“I’d like to go home now,” she says, then slips her sunglasses back over her eyes and walks out to the car.

Chapter 9

Annaliese

The entire drive home I’m silent. I can tell he wants to talk about something from the way he keeps looking over at me, but I can’t do it. I’ve
never
had unprotected sex, and the first time I stupidly do, it’s with Mr. Fucking Chicago or more like
Mr. Fuck All of Chicago
. The man who fucks multiple women in one day. Jesus, I pray he doesn’t have any diseases. How did that thought not cross my mind? How did I end up screwing him an hour away from home in a random barn?

I know how. Those dark and dangerous eyes. I couldn’t get those eyes out of my mind the first time I saw them, and now that I’ve seen how they look in the middle of mind-blowing sex, how they look when he thinks I’m not watching him, I can’t get them out of my head again. Hell, I’ll probably never be able to forget them. He’s scared me, making me believe that he can be just as carefree and easygoing as any other guy, and then pulls something like that. Sure, I’m not fully innocent, as I could have told him to wrap it, but he’s the one that needs to carry that shit with him. He should have thought of it before he slid into me and made me lose all brain functionality.

Shit.

My ears are still ringing from what was close to the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and my hands are shaking, though I’m not sure if that’s from the sex or from the nerves that I could now have an STD, be pregnant, or both. Why did I have to get mixed up with him?

“You alright?” he asks, breaking the silence as we near closer to the city. I almost feel guilty for giving him the silent treatment on the way home, but I’ve been reminding myself that it’s for the best.

“Fine, thanks,” I weakly smile at him, then turn back to the window. I can see the skyscrapers in the distance and my heart physically hurts knowing that once we get back, I’ll be gone from his life and probably his memory.

He’s a player who has way too many women at his beck and call. I can’t be one of his bevy of bimbos who will drop her pants for a manwhore. I want more from the person I give my heart to—the white picket fence, dog, and kids. He doesn’t seem to want the same thing, and that’s his choice. I can tell he has feelings for me, but I’m not certain how much those feelings reach out from the bedroom. Sure, we have amazing chemistry between the sheets, but when it comes to day-to-day functioning, does he really have what it takes to be committed? He cheated on his beautiful wife with lord knows how many women. If he can cheat on her, he’s going to cheat on anyone. Once a cheater, always a cheater, right?

“Are you hungry?” he asks, trying his hardest to make a connection with me. I am, but I’m not telling him that. The more time I spend with him the less resistant I have to his advances. I just need to get back to the apartment and have some alone time.

“Nope, I’m good.”

“You haven’t eaten all day. You’ve got to be hungry.”

“I really have to get home.” The lie feels terrible.

His lips press together and he nods, looking back at the road. After a few moments of silence, he speaks up again.

“I had a good time with you. It’s nice to let loose every now and then.”

I feel bad that he’s trying so hard and I’m just being a raging bitch at this point, so I grab on to the topic, hoping he’ll just talk the time away and I won’t have to say much.

“Why’d you choose to take me out there as opposed to staying on some of the less traveled city streets?”

“Wasn’t really a choice... it just felt right.” He shrugs and glances over at me with a slight, almost shy, grin on his face. “This... it feels natural with you... like nothing else I’ve ever felt.” His voice is so raw and emotional that it almost makes me think it’s someone else talking. Adam is typically the self-assured man that has all the answers. He's confident and knows what he wants. This almost nervous Adam is throwing me for a loop, and I'm not sure how to read him right now.

“Uh... thanks.” I’m not sure how else to respond to that. I’d love to say that it all felt natural to me too, but I’d rather not delve that far into my feelings for him. I’m scared of what I’d find.

We stop at a red light, the city now even closer than before. I know my time with him is coming to a close, and I’ll probably never have another night with him. It was, and will always be, the most intense sex I’ll ever experience, but I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that he isn’t ready for something like me. The city approaches fast, and before I know it we’re in my neighborhood. I can feel my nerves revving up for the goodbye. If someone would’ve asked me a week ago if I’d be a nervous wreck just over getting out of someone’s car and going home after a night of hot sex, I’d probably have laughed in their face. Today, though, if asked that same question I’d just show them my shaking hands. I don’t want this to be as hard as it’s about to be. Why did I have to go and see his nice side?

He clears his throat and I notice we’re sitting at the light still and he’s looking at me expectantly. I narrow my eyes and cock my head at him in a silent question.

“Your place?” he asks. “I asked where your apartment is.”

Oh crap. He was talking to me while my mind was daydreaming about him.

“Oh, sorry. Uh... take the next left. It’s just a few blocks down that road on the right,” I say, only half hearing the words coming out of my mouth. My suddenly dry mouth makes talking incredibly hard to do.

We spend the next couple of minutes in the car in silence. A heavy mood settles over the car as I tell him which building is mine. It gets worse when the car stops and I take a breath before grabbing for the handle. His hand reaches over and takes ahold of mine, his face so close to mine I could kiss him. His smell so intoxicating I almost do.

“Wait,” he says quickly. I turn and look into his eyes then he slips out of the car and runs to open my door for me. Why does he have to be so kind, so gentlemanly?

“Thank you,” I say timidly.

Time for the awkward goodbye.

“Adam, I had a re—“

“Go out with me again,” he blurts over my goodbye speech. The one I had been attempting to form the majority of the ride home. His words cut into me and I stand there, wide eyed, staring at him.

“I, uh....”

“I can be a good guy, Annaliese. You’re the best, most real thing that’s happened to me in a while. Please. One date, a real date. Give me one more chance to show you I’m not the prick you think I am.” He takes my face in his hands and lays a gentle goodbye kiss on my lips. I kiss him back, not nearly as hard as I’d like to because my elderly neighbors don’t want that show. I can do one more date with him. He’s being so nice about it. What’s one more date going to hurt?

“Okay.” I smile and his smile breaks through his face, radiating his features.

“Really?” His smile is huge, he looks like a boy on Christmas morning and it warms my heart to see him so happy. Is this what being in a relationship with him would be like?

No, Ann
. Don’t think that way. He’s not ready for that. He can’t be. Dinner would be nice, however. What could having dinner with him hurt? I’m sure it’d be an adventure.

“Sure. You’re paying though. I’m broke and jobless.” I only half joke.

He looks at me, a worried look crosses his face and he shakes his head and smiles.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be expecting a call from you, Mr. Chicago,” I whisper and lean in to kiss his cheek, then turn and walk towards the door of my apartment building.

“My name’s Adam, Annaliese,” he yells after me and I have to wipe the stupid smile off my face before turning back to him.

“I’m glad you remember it,” I strike back, winking at him, then turn and open my building doors. When he’s out of my sight, I feel like I’m finally able to breathe normally again.

The elevator ride up to my floor is quiet and slow. Not near as fast as the high class one that Adam has in his building to take him to the top floor of the skyscraper he lives in. Nope, this one stops on all floors, since some douche pressed all the buttons before I got on. On the second floor an elderly couple that lives below us gets on and smiles sweetly at me. They’re holding hands, whispering to each other, and I try to picture them as a younger couple. Maybe they were high school sweethearts, or each other’s second chance at love. Whatever their story, they look madly in love, even at such an old age. Makes me worry I’ll never find the one I’ll turn old with. The door dings and I smile and nod at them as I get off on my floor, sluggishly walking towards my door. I hear Gabby’s music before even opening the door, and sigh. Home sweet home.

“Gab, I’m back!” I yell over the music blaring from her bedroom. The incense smell is intense today, but it relaxes me so I don’t mind it so much.

Her door is open and she’s focused on the computer screen in front of her, legs curled under her and hair in the same mess of a bun that I’m currently sporting.

“Hey,” I say as I walk into her room and sit on the bed. She glances over at me and weakly smiles, then goes back to the screen. “What’s goin’ on?”

She sighs and slips her glasses off, rubbing her eyes.

“I start this new job tomorrow and there’s a ton of stuff I have to read and learn before then. I feel like I’m on overload, Annie.”

“Already the adult world is wearing you down,” I joke, then stand and head out of her room. “I’ll leave you alone to pack your brain full of useless knowledge.”

She throws her pen at me and I dodge it, heading down the hall to the bathroom for a shower. I need to wash his smell off of me, then I need to go to sleep for the rest of the day. Not before eating my weight in whatever food we have in the kitchen, since I’m actually starving from not eating all day. Tomorrow I start a job I don’t want, in a company I never wanted to work for, earning the money I tried to stay away from my whole life.

***

The morning comes quickly, as I fell asleep right after my shower and slept all night. I wake up and frown at the night sky that’s laughing at me. The sun isn’t even up yet, I feel as if I’m going to have to get up this early, I should be getting up to go to a job that I really love. Not something that I’m settling for. Not that I’m ungrateful for my father’s help in keeping my income rolling in, but I can’t get over the fear that I’m not going to ever find a job that my degree supports.

I get to the office about a half hour before the rest of my employees are scheduled to show up, making sure that my office is all set up and I can look through the emails that were forwarded to me over the weekend. It’s all boring scheduling conflicts, driver requests, and even more conflicts of interest between drivers. Boring. This is what my life has become.

“Knock, knock.”

Joe’s standing in the doorway with coffee and a bag of something that smells amazing. I didn’t realize until right now that I totally forgot to eat breakfast due to my nerves, but now that I see the coffee and smell the food, I realize I’m starving.

“Hey you,” I smile at him, happy to see a familiar face. I’m sure today I’ll be surrounded with all kinds of people that are jealous and mad that someone from outside the company waltzed into this position, so I’m truly happy to see Joe.

“Glad to see you’re here today.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s my first day, lots to do.”

“After the way things were left Saturday night, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to stay with the business.”

“What does Saturday night have to do with this business? It was an after hour call from a friend. Right?”

My eyes lock on his and I think I see a hint of regret there, but it’s quickly masked with a passive look.

“Right. And then you went home with him.” He walks towards me and sets the coffee and bag on my desk. “Just glad to see he didn’t eat you alive. He’s… just be careful with him, Ann.”

“I’m not ‘with’ him, Joe. Very far from it. We had our fun, but he’s not tied to me nor am I to him. I’d appreciate it if you kept this all under wraps.”

He smiles at me and his posture changes to a straighter, more confident stance.

“Sure, sure, anything for you, Annie.” He walks towards the door, but before he leaves he turns to me. “Be tough today. Some of your drivers are known to be assholes. Word’s already going around the grapevine that you don’t deserve this job. Make them realize you do.” He winks at me then leaves.

If I wasn’t rattled already by the kind gesture and the sexy as sin grin he gave me when he realized I wasn’t with Adam, I am now due to the wink he just gave me. He winked at me! Who does that? I smile at myself and the situation I’m in. This Joe thing is going to get me nowhere good, and fast.

By the time I finish my breakfast and coffee, the majority of the office has already settled in to their morning routine. Drivers can start moving any time after six am, special calls happen before then for certain clients, but this week we have nothing scheduled out of the seemingly ordinary routines. No one has stopped in to say hello yet, but maybe that’s because they're all busy getting their week started. I send out a group-wide email, calling for a short meeting at ten am, and prepare myself for my well-planned welcome speech. I don’t want to be their best friend, but I need them to respect me. I also want them to like me. That shouldn’t be on my list of things I want out of this job, but it’ll make my life a lot easier if I work with people I like and that like me.