Reckless (13 page)

“Tell me everything.” He stood in front of her with an impassive look on his face. She didn’t know if she wanted him to know everything so she stalled.

“What exactly do you want to know?” she asked.

“How long you’ve been sleeping with my brother. How you got into my company. Who the singer guy is to you. What you’re running from. Why you’re so reckless. And….. What it is about you that’s driving both me and my brother insane.” He said.

“You don’t even know me.” She said. “Neither of you do. You each had a week with me and now you think you have some sort of feelings for me. He let me stay at his place to hide out from someone a couple of months ago. One thing led to another and we were fucking like bunnies. You and I met in a bar, made a bet that I barely remember, and one thing led to another and you have me in your office every day for a week.”

He sat down on the floor next to her. The party was almost completely cleared out and she could see the cleaning crew through the window, picking up after everyone. He sighed and then surprised her by putting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to his side. She rested her head on his chest and took comfort in his heartbeat.

He looked good in his shorts and polo shirt. He almost blended in with everyone else at the party except for the fact that even in casual clothes, he screamed powerful. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her arms.

“I’m going to be truthful with you, Brianna, and I expect you to do the same for me.” He said. She nodded her agreement. “I know a lot about you. Maybe some things that you don’t want me to know. I have to say that you piqued my curiosity. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. I’m assuming it was the same with my brother. But only one of us can have you, and I assure you, if you pick him then he’ll drop Samantha in a heartbeat.”

“I don’t know if I want him to.” She admitted.

“But you don’t know if you if you want him.” He sighed again. “I have to admit that I hate my brother right now. More than anything. I hate feeling like he violated what’s mine. He came to my city, my restaurant, and messed with a girl that I was considering to be mine.”

“I-“

“And you. You fucked my brother practically in front of me.” He said.

“I wish that never happened.” She told him.

“Me too.” He agreed.

They sat quietly for a moment until the door opened again. Eleanor and Kevin stepped inside looking relieved to have found her.

“Hey, guys.” She greeted them while standing up.

“You ready to go, doll face?” Kevin asked.

“We have your things.” Ellie added.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

Adrian gripped her wrist when she turned to say goodbye to him, and tucked her by his side. “Brianna and I have a few more things to discuss. I’ll get her home when we’re done.” He told them.

Her friends looked at her and she nodded. They kissed her goodbye and headed off.

“What do we need to-“ His lips were on hers and she hated herself for melting into him. Without missing a beat, he picked her up and still had his lips on hers as he locked the door. He pressed a button somewhere and the blinds shut, darkening the room.

She couldn’t see a thing and that put all of her other senses on high alert. She could feel his breath on her neck. Her skin felt scorched where his fingers brushed against her shoulder, tugging down the remaining strap of her dress. She closed her eyes and moaned when his tongue hit her skin at her neck and slowly moved down to her navel, circling her piercing before dipping into her belly button.

His hands reached up and gripped her breasts as his lips moved and kissed her pussy through her bikini bottom. Her hands tangled into his hair, anticipating his next move.

“What do you want, Brianna?” he asked. “Tell me, baby?”

“I want to feel you inside of me.” She answered.

“I’m not sure I can take something that belongs to my brother.” He told her.

She shook her head. “I’m not his.” She insisted.

“Then who does this belong to?” he asked, sliding his finger down her sensitive folds. She moaned, wanting nothing more than for him to fill her.

“You.” She whispered.

“What?” he kissed her thighs and she had to work not to squeeze her leg together and hold him there.

“You. It’s yours. I’m yours!” she cried as his lips circled her clit.

“Mine.” He growled as he suddenly moved on top of her.

Without warning, he was inside of her, filling her until she wasn’t sure she could take anymore of him. Then he was thrusting. He wasn’t gentle at all. He was thrusting like he was punishing her for everything she’d put him through. She could barely hold on to him, he was riding her so hard.

“Andrew!” she screamed as an orgasm hit her fast and hard.

“Another.” He growled, not even slowing down to let her catch her breath.

When she couldn’t immediately muster up another orgasm, he withdrew from her replacing his hard cock with his tongue. It didn’t take much longer before the next orgasm started to build up. Then he was inside of her again. She dug her nails into his back to the point where she was sure she was drawing blood as she rode out her next orgasm. She felt his body tighten as his rhythm started to speed up, practically banging her into the ground. He roared out an orgasm that almost scared her as he pulled her hair and nibbled on her neck.

They stayed on the floor, tangled in each other’s arms, panting and exhausted. Andrew carefully rolled off of her, pulling her against his body.

“I’m not going to tell you what I know about you. I want to hear everything from you.” He said.

“That’s fair.” She agreed. She sat up, patting around in the dark for her dress. “I want to tell you, but I don’t know anything about you either.”

“What do you want to know?” he asked.

“Why do you and Lucian seem to have such a strained relationship, but you both seem to adore Kelsey?” she asked.

He pulled her back down and she felt him breathing into her hair. “You’re jumping right into the big stuff.” He said. “Kelsey is our half-sister. She has a different father from us.”

“But, Lucian’s last name is Davenport too. At least, it’s hyphenated.” She said.

“My brother’s a fucking kiss ass pussy.” He snorted. “Our father died when I was thirteen and he was ten. My mother married Oliver Davenport and immediately got pregnant knowing that he wanted a son and her window for carrying a child was closing fast. Oliver loved Kels, but he wanted an heir. A male heir. He immediately targeted me, but I hated him.”

“Why?” she rubbed her hand up his thigh and enjoyed hearing him moan a little in her ear.

“He and my mom were having an affair before my dad died.” He said.

“Whoa! No shit!” she breathed.

“I wanted nothing to do with him or that business, so he groomed Lucian. Lucian was his golden boy. So much so that he dishonored our father by tacking on that bastard’s last name to his own. A fucking traitor.” He snorted. “And in the end, he inherited almost all of it. It’s really Kelsey’s birthright, but he has the bigger majority of it.”

“Wow.” She breathed. So now she knew part of their backstory, she was a little more open to share some of hers. “I worked at a gentleman’s club before I got offered a summer position at your company. It helped me pay for school and a place to live. I met Kelsey at school and she offered me a room for next to nothing in her eyes. She would let me stay free, but I insisted on paying her. I’m no one’s charity case.”

“Of course.” He agreed.

“So being the independent, but reckless person that I am, I hid out with your brother when my ex got out of prison. And before you ask, that’s another story for another day. Lucian and I hit it off right away and we had sex almost immediately. I kind of felt bad for sleeping with a man I didn’t know, so I was going to leave, but he propositioned me. And not for the first time.” She said. “He offered me twenty five thousand dollars for the week.”

“Big spender.” He murmured.

“And I took it.” She said. She heard his sharp intake of breath as his body stiffened behind her. “For a while I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, and then the twist happened. Samantha came home. After that, I thought it was over, but he keeps popping up in my life, and….”

“And?” He prompted.

“And we have a connection. It was pretty instant. I don’t know what it is, but it’s there.” She said.

He was quiet for a long time. So long that she thought he fell asleep. Then she felt his lips on her shoulder and one hand on her breast while the other caressed her hip.

“Mine.” She heard him whisper, before he removed his hands and sat up with her still in his arms. “Let’s go to bed.”

She nodded and stood up, following him out of the room. He was still fully dressed and she was in her bikini. The cleaning people were staring after them as he led her upstairs. She was so sore and exhausted that as soon as he tucked her into bed, she was out like a light.

Twenty Six

              The wedding plans were in full swing. After the shit he’d pulled in the Hamptons, Samantha wanted to get married as soon as possible. She wanted to tie him down for good and he couldn’t blame her. The issue with that was how he still felt about Brianna.

              She thought that they crossed paths on accident. She thought that he protected her from her ex, James, as a sweet gesture, but it was killing him inside knowing the truth. He got rid of James for his own reasons. Or, at least he thought he did.

              He didn’t know that James was Brianna’s ex until she went into full detail about him. He had to swallow down his bile at the knowledge that the man who was mentally torturing her from a distance was the same man he’d recently hired to do a job for him. Of course, he sent James a clear warning that Brianna was off limits, but the guy insisted that she owed him for something. Not wanting to taint his business, he didn’t ask what. Just sent the guy off on a job for a few weeks.

              When James popped up in New York, he wasn’t surprised. He was a little worried about Brianna, but their business was more important. He sat at his desk, staring at the folder in front of him. This was important information. This was kill or be killed, and he was a killer.

              He had no idea when he took over his stepfather’s company that he had side dealings. Shady side dealings. Drugs, prostitution, and even human trafficking. He was trying to clean the shit up, but it was hard. He worked very closely with the FBI, but some things just needed an inside job to get taken care of.

              Tapping the folder impatiently with his pen, he wondered what to do next. This was the reason that his stepfather wanted a male heir. Kelsey was too precious and delicate for things like this. He didn’t want his little girl involved with these kinds of things, and Lucian couldn’t blame him. Shady characters like James Connor were the last thing his baby sister needed to deal with. He hated that the bastard had even called her phone looking for Brianna.

              Brianna.

              That was another reason he was in a hurry to do this. When he called his PI to check her out, he got a shocking report. He then looked back through some of the ledgers and found her name, her picture, and a long list of callers wanting to buy her. She was somehow still on the list, the bidding up to over eight million dollars. That meant that someone was watching her. Someone was still planning to use her. Someone under his roof, so to speak, was planning to take what was his and sell it to the highest bidder.

              Slamming his fist on the folder, he shoved his chair back and snatched the thing from his desk.

              Thanks to his sister’s weekly report, he knew that Brianna had been dating his brother for over a month now. Maybe she was better off with him. Lord knows that Andrew isn’t perfect. Even though Lucian’s company was without investors thanks to his stepfather’s dirty deeds and connections, Andrew didn’t exactly build his wealth on good intentions either. His brother had secrets of his own. They were a lot alike. They both had secrets. They both dealt with shady characters. And they both wanted Brianna.

              Who knows? Maybe it’s just an impulse to beat his brother. He was pretty much fine until he saw them together at the restaurant in New York. He’s almost fine now, his future bride in the next room planning their wedding. Maybe it was an early midlife crisis. He was almost in his mid-thirties after all. Either way, he was letting her go.

              He had to.

              “Honey?” Samantha’s voice drifted over to him. He looked up and plastered on a smile. “My father says that he got the club in Atlanta. The church is booked, and my grandparents are setting up the estate. I just need to figure out where we’re going to have the reception and then we’re all set.”

              “That’s great, hun.” He tried to sound excited but he could tell by the way the light in her eyes dulled a little that it didn’t work. He crossed the room and kissed her. “Where do you want to go for dinner?”

              “I can’t do dinner, remember? I have a meeting with the wedding planner.” She frowned.

              He kissed her again. “Alright. I’m heading to the office.” He told her.