Page 21 of Last Resort

CHAPTER SEVEN

Callahan

The door shuts.

Their heels clicking on the marble tile just beyond the door an audible reminder that yes, that did in fact just happen.

Collins—er, Sutton—the woman with the sweet pussy and incredible ass that I had to drag myself away from this morning, really was just sitting across from me.

And if my eyes didn’t believe what I was seeing, my raging hard-on beneath the cover of the conference room table was evidence enough.

Shock is an understatement to express exactly what I felt when she walked in here. Pure and utter fucking shock.

Her laugh echoes back toward us, and my balls draw up at the sound. Is that mark I left still on the curve of her shoulder where I bit her when I took her from behind? Do her hips have bruises from where my fingertips gripped tight?

It’s normal to want her again after not having her for a few hours, right? Because the sex was that good, I’d go again right now if I could.

The fact I sent her Starbucks says enough right there.

I don’t ever look back when I leave after a one-night stand. Ever. But I looked back. I ordered her damn coffee with her name on the cup because I wanted her to know I remembered.

And now look where that got me?

Fuck.

Suddenly, being forced to go to Ocean’s Edge and abandon my regularly scheduled program isn’t looking as dismal as I thought it might.

Sun, more rebound sex, and hopefully spotty cell service down in the islands, giving me an excuse not to respond to my brothers immediately, might redeem this bullshit blip of a distraction on my plans.

If my brothers are going to handcuff me, I might as well have fun in the process.

It’s only then that I realize how dead silent the conference room is. I swivel in my chair to face my brothers and find both of them with their arms crossed, just sitting there watching me.

“This is a horrible fucking idea,” Ford mutters under his breath.

“For once I agree with you, Ford,” I finally say, turning to my brothers with a grin that will surely piss them off. Fucking perfect. If I’m forced to be here, to deal with their bullshit resentment, the least I can do is push some buttons while I’m at it. “Sending me to paradise with a woman who looks like that? Yep. Definite fucking mistake.”

“Jesus Christ. Will you ever change?” Ledger says, shoving his chair back from the table so he can face me.

“Change? Change what? My attitude? My goals? My what? I wasn’t aware being part owner of S.I.N. meant I couldn’t appreciate a beautiful woman. Hell, I’ll simply be living up to the company name.”

“It means you act professional,” Ford says. “It means you keep your dick in your pants and your hands off Sutton.”

“Just like you did last year with what’s her name?” I say, knowing I’ve caught him dead in the water.

“It’s not the same,” he counters.

“Clearly.” I roll my eyes, already feeling the life being sucked out of me from sitting in this office.

“Should we remind you why we’re in this situation in the first place? The name Gia ring any bells?”

Fuck you.

The two words are on the tip of my tongue but I fight them off. “Yep. You’re right,” I sneer. “Then again, I forgot there were Ford and Ledger rules and then there were Callahan rules. My bad.” I hold my hands up and meet both of my brothers’ stares dead on.

“Exactly.” Ledger practically spits the word out, the animosity in the room palpable. “There’s always been two sets of rules in this family.” The muscle in his jaw tics as he glares at me.

“So that’s what this is about?” I ask with a disbelieving snort. “Fuck me over because of something I couldn’t control?”