Page 87 of Last Resort

My brother knows me better than anyone. One fucking look at me and he’ll know that Sutton and I have a thing. He’ll know, and in an instant, Sutton’s integrity, her knowledge, her place here will be questioned. Because if she thinks I’m good, then he’ll automatically think ill of her decision-making and moral compass.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I move toward the back of the restaurant, not wanting to risk someone calling me out and him seeing me. Not until I can get my anger under control. Not until . . .

I pull my phone out and fire off a text.

Me: Go to the bathroom. Now.

I watch from afar. See her glance down to her cell when the screen lights up and then promptly turn the phone face down. She laughs at something my brother says. My fists clench at the sight of it. Another sip of wine. A slow scoot out of her chair as she makes an excuse to leave the table. Ledger standing when she does as we were taught to do.

Restaurant noises echo down the hallway. The clink of glasses. Silverware on plates. Laughter from a toast. I strain to hear the click of her heels coming down the long hallway.

But they are there. And when she passes the door of a utility closet I’ve stepped into, I reach out, grabbing her bicep with one hand and placing a hand over her mouth to quiet her yelp with the other before locking the door at her back.

“Callahan. What—”

Then my mouth is on hers. Desperation owns me with a violence like I’ve never felt before.

Fuck the rules.

Fuck the waiting.

Fuck the talking.

She’s mine. Only mine. I’ve walked the line and done the dance and now I’m going to fucking have her.

She needs to know.

She’s mine.

She freezes for the briefest of seconds, stunned that I’m here, that I’m doing this.

“Callahan. What are you—your brother—”

“Fuck my brother. This is about us. About what you said last night. About us. About wanting there to be an us.”

“But Gia. She’s here. Looking for you. I thought—”

“Gia is nothing to me. You’re the only woman I want to be with, Collins. Just you. And I need to be inside you right fucking now.”

“Yes, God, yes,” she cries as I pull her close to kiss her.

The frenzy begins. Our mouths. They brand and taste and nip as if we can’t get enough of each other.

Our hands. I’m unzipping my fly. She’s pulling up her skirt. I’m pulling out my cock. She’s yanking down her panties.

Faster.

Hurry.

Please.

Shhh.

We’re a flurry of movements as I lift her ass onto the edge of the small desk in the corner and step between her spread legs. Our mouths don’t stop kissing, our bodies don’t stop wanting.