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-up 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 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 way to ensure her safety. 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 tonight. But that’s why my plan will work; everyone there will see her with me. If anyone fucks with her, I’ll deal with them. 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 Chicago are in the distance behind us. “It’s about thirty minutes outside of town.”
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.
