Keep It Simple (MMG Series Book 4) (7 page)

“She called my cell, but I didn’t give her a chance to talk. I asked if it was an emergency and when she told me no, I told her I was on a job and hung up.”

“You’re not thinking of caving are you?” The concerned look on my best friend’s face was amusing.

“Fuck no. I don’t believe a single word that comes out of her mouth and, even if she agrees to get help, I probably won’t.”

“Rehab is her only option. You made that very clear,” Bobby stated.

“Yeah, but we’re talking about Alexandria, here.”

The same night Alexandria gave me a glimpse of her snatch outside her Daddy’s million dollar mansion, she let me nail her behind the pool house. Then she let me fuck her in her frilly bed and again in her fancy shower. The woman was insatiable. I wasn’t stupid, though. If she’d given me a close up of her bare snatch, she’d shown others. This didn’t bother me in the least. I was just having a good time and thought she was doing the same.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Patterson’s front door opened and in walked one of Sarah’s friends from the other night. She was flanked by two guys who didn’t look a day over eighteen. I had no clue how old Sarah was. I hadn’t bothered to ask. She was obviously younger than me, but by how much I couldn’t say. I watched the threesome slide into a booth and show their ID’s to the waitress. The waitress handed back their ID’s and took their order. I relaxed back into my stool.

Bobby muttered something under his breath. I turned to see what he was mumbling about and there she was.

Sarah.

She stood in the doorway facing the opposite direction. All I could see was her long, dark, curly hair, but I knew by her perfectly toned body it was her. The image of my hands in her hair as I slowly pushed inside her blazed through my memory. Her head turned, so I could now see her profile and my pulse jumped. Christ, she was so damn gorgeous it almost hurt to look at her.

“The girl is a fucking knock out,” Bobby stated. His declaration, as true as it may be, pissed me off. I scowled at him and he laughed.

The second Sarah spotted her friends across the bar, she froze. A plastic smile appeared on her face as she waved at them. I watched her warily approach the table. She must not have known the guys because she politely shook each of their hands. She did not slide in next to them, as I expected. Instead, she said something to the girl and walked over to the bar. At the nudging of his friends, one of the guys stood and hesitantly followed after her. I was beginning to lose my cool. If he so much as laid a finger on her in my presence, I was going to beat his ass.

“Looks like you’ve got some competition,” Bobby crooned. I didn’t bother to respond. I just watched to see what would happen next.

As if sensing eyes on her, she began scanning the bar. When her beautiful blues hit us, they widened and a big smile appeared on her face. I smiled back at her.
Now that’s what I’m talking about.
Bobby waved her over and I wanted to sucker punch him. Sarah held up her finger telling us to wait a second. She paid the bartender and picked up her beer. When she turned to head our way, she smacked right into douche boy. Whatever she said to him didn’t deter him, because he followed her around the bar to us.

Bobby slid off his stool and offered it to her. I thought about elbowing him in the nads, but changed my mind. Knowing Sarah, she’d probably try and nurse him back to health.
The only cock she will be touching tonight is mine.
Her legs brushed against mine as she slid onto the stool. I pressed my leg against hers and turned to tell her shadow to get lost, but he was already scurrying back to his table.
Smart boy.

“Hi guys. How are you?” she asked.

Bobby leaned his elbows on the bar next to her and I fought back a growl.
Does he have to get so damn close to her?
I openly glared at him and the fucker winked at me.

Sarah looked back and forth between the two of us. “If you two are having a pissing contest, count me out.”

Not able to help myself, I snagged her hand from the top of the bar. Her breath hitched when I laced our fingers together. She gave my hand a comforting squeeze and for the first time in two days, I felt myself relax. Sarah looked gorgeous tonight in a simple black sweater and jeans. It made me think of Alexandria and how insecure she used to get whenever we went out. No matter the occasion, Alexandria overdressed. Tonight she would have worn a cocktail dress and heels. Sarah was the type of woman who would look great wearing anything. She was nothing like Alexandria, thank God. The lip gloss that tasted like berries glistened on her perfect mouth and all I could think about was licking it off her lips.

“Cas tells me you live in Scotland. What brings you to Charlotte?” Bobby asked.

“My big brother is getting married this weekend.” she answered. I stroked my thumb over the top of her index finger and she shivered. Tiny pulses of electricity shot up my spine. I liked knowing I affected her as much as she did me.

“Oh yeah? Does your family live here or just your brother?”

Her smile faltered for a second. “It’s just my brother and me. My parents are both deceased.”

I glared over at Bobby. Why the fifty questions? I didn’t need to know personal shit about her. As it was, she consumed way more of my head space than she should. I didn’t want to know she didn’t have parents. I didn’t need to hear her story. I couldn’t become invested in her even if I wanted to.

“Hey Bob, didn’t you say you had someplace to be?” I knew I was being a total dick, but I needed him to shut the hell up.

He gave me a hard stare. Then he straightened off the bar and said, “You are so right. I completely forgot. It was nice seeing you again, Sarah.”

“You too, Bobby.” She smiled sweetly at him and, once again, I felt the urge to punch him.

As he passed by me, he thumped the back of my head. “Thanks for picking up the tab. See you in the morning.” I tried to punch his leg, but he was too fast.

“I should get back to my friends,” Sarah hesitantly said.

Wait, what? Hell no.

“Stay.” I squeezed her hand and her eyes lifted to mine. “Please?” I quietly asked. The song
Smoke
, by A Thousand Horses surrounded us and we both smiled. Like the other night, I found myself blurting shit I had no right saying. “You’ve been on my mind.”

“Same here,” she admitted. I wanted to lean over and kiss her berry lips, but even more I wanted to take her home and repeat the other night.

“Come home with me,” I told her, then mentally kicked myself.
Subtle, Cas. At least let her have a few drinks before inviting her back for sex, dick weed.

Her eyes darted over to the table where her friends were sitting. “Ummmm, I feel kind of bad for ditching Amanda,” she admitted.

I didn’t want to be an asshole, but I was tired. I hadn’t slept for shit the past few nights and was fading fast. I didn’t have it in me to stay and watch those guys hit on her all night. I knew if I did, I’d end up kicking one if not both their asses. Letting go of her hand, I said, “Maybe tomorrow night, then.” I stood up and threw down some money. Then I turned and walked out the door. I made it half way across the parking lot when I heard,

“Cas, wait!”

I turned to see what she wanted and was nearly knocked off my feet when she jumped me. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and smiled down at me. I laughed out loud.
Crazy girl.

“I thought I’d catch a ride back to your place with you,” she said through fits of laughter.

Not able to control myself, I grabbed her ass and rubbed my hard cock against her center. Then I buried my tongue in her mouth and swallowed down her low, sexy moan. She shoved her hands in my hair and deepened the kiss. Christ, I was up shit’s creek with no paddle when it came to this woman. We both pulled back panting.

“What about your friends?” I asked.

“Your place is close. They can wait.”

I smiled. “You sure?”

“We can be quick, can’t we?” I didn’t want to be quick. I wanted to take my time savoring every inch of her. However, if this was the only way I was going to get her tonight, I would have to suck it up and deal.

“Let’s get your car. It’s faster than walking.”

She pulled her car keys from her purse and handed them to me. Then the silly girl asked me for a lift over to her car. Of course I did it.

Sarah was not messing around tonight. She had her jacket in her hand and her sweater halfway off before we even reached the front door of my apartment building. Once we were inside, neither of us spoke a word. We just stripped off our clothes. I had barely enough time to grab a condom from my wallet before her hand was around my cock and her tongue was in my mouth. Placing the condom on top of the kitchen counter, I slid my fingers between her legs. As I fingered her tight channel, she whispered words of praise in my ear. Before I could put the condom on, she dropped to her knees and began sucking me off. It was fast and frenetic. I needed to slow it down or it would be over in a blink. Not that her lips on me weren’t good. They were too good.

“I love your mouth on my cock, baby. I promise, when we have more time, I’m going to let you suck me dry,” I told her. She answered with a deep moan that reverberated through my body. Fuck, her lips on me felt amazing. Right as I was about to blow my load down her throat, I pulled out of her mouth and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Like a seductress, she dug her fingers into my hair and ran her tongue from my collar bone, up my neck to my lips.

“I want you,” she whispered against my lips, and my knees threatened to buckle.

“Hang on tight, baby, while I glove up.”

Sarah pulled away from my neck long enough to tell me she was on the pill. I’d already fucked up once in my life. No matter how good in bed or gorgeous the woman was to look at, I would never find myself back in that place again.

“I don’t fuck without a condom, ever,” I explained.

She froze for a second and then quietly said, “Okay Cas.”

Awww, fuck
. I didn’t mean it to come out like that. I felt like shit. Before I could set her down and walk away, she began sucking on my ear lobe and I forgot what I was thinking. When I had the condom securely on, I carried her over to the table and set her on the edge of it. Placing my hands on either side of her hips, I lined myself up to her entrance, leaned slightly forward and slowly pushed inside. Sarah let out a loud, sexy moan.

“Love being inside you,” I whispered against her lips.

Like before, Sarah’s big blue eyes sucked me in and I knew if I didn’t watch it, I would lose myself in her. I had to shut my eyes for a second to get my bearings. When I felt her fingers wrap around my biceps and her legs around my waist, I opened them back up. Releasing her hold on me, she lay back on the table. Slowly, I began moving in long, deep thrusts. After a minute or so, I dropped my eyes from her face to her perfect tits and lost momentum. I had to pause for a second. We were on the same page, but something wasn’t working for me. I felt as if I needed something more, but didn’t know how to express it. Sensing my frustration, Sarah sat up on the table and wrapped her hands around my neck. As she pulled her body flush to mine, her hard little nipples scraped across my chest and tingles of pleasure danced up my spine. I moved my hand from the table to her waist and slid the other up her back and into her hair. Grabbing a fistful of her soft, thick curls, I pulled her head back so I could see her eyes. Slowly, I began gliding in and out. She arched up to meet me with each stroke. In no time at all, I increased the pace. Faster and faster, harder and harder, I pounded in and out of her. It was raw, sweaty and real…more real than I’d ever let it get with a woman. The sound of her screaming my name completely unraveled me. With a shout of my own, I rode my orgasm all the way to the finish line. Instead of feeling sated, though, I wanted more. I wanted her to stay, so we could repeat what we’d just done. Only this time, I would take her in my shower or on my living room floor.

As I lifted myself off of her, she let out a sigh of contentment.

“You good?” I asked, smiling down at her. She returned the smile and that place inside my chest reserved only for Kalen began to give. Quickly, I pulled away from her and went to dispose of the condom. When I returned to the living room, she was getting dressed. “Are you sure I can’t talk you into staying?”

Her smile dimmed and a flicker of guilt appeared on her face. “Can I have a rain check, please?”

It was probably for the best. I was tired tonight anyway. I quickly pulled on my jeans and walked her to the door. “No worries. I am beat anyway. Have fun with your friends tonight.” I gave her a quick kiss on her forehead and watched her run down the steps and jump into her car. She waved as she drove away. Sarah was special. I knew this, but I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. After locking the door, I did a quick clean up before going to bed.

The next day, Garrett was in the office. I didn’t know much about my new boss, except he was a nice guy. That was about it. After getting the low down on our cases, he pulled out several files and spread them across his desk.

“Max McLellan is a very important client. He is also one of my best friends. Truth be told, he’s the reason I opened this business and hired the two of you. As of right now, we have enough cases to barely squeak by. I’m not paying you anywhere near what you are worth. However, this is hopefully about to change. Max is worried about his wife’s best friend. Her name is Piper O’Connell and here is all the information I have on her.”

For the next hour, the three of us pored over the file and talked strategy. Someone hurt this woman and she wasn’t talking. Garrett and Max both assumed her silence was out of fear. Max wanted us to figure it out, but we didn’t have dick to go on. Garrett knew we had our work cut out for us, but wanted us to pull out all stops for this woman. Max was paying generously for any and all information we could dig up.

“Something you both should know,” Garrett added, “I am eventually going to ask Max to be a silent partner in the business. He’s busy with wedding shit right now, but as soon as his dance card clears, I am on it. The more money we can get into the business, the better off we will be. If either of you are interested in buying in, I will be happy to go thirds. If not, no worries, just know that Max will most likely be your boss one of these days, so whatever you do, don’t piss him off. We can’t afford it.” He handed us two more files to look over, said he had shit to do and took off. Bobby and I spent the rest of the afternoon talking timelines and strategy for the three cases.