Текст книги "Addiction"

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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.

“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.