“What is going through your mind, Mr. Callahan?” I asked softly, reaching up to touch his hairline, and he didn’t back away or flinch, allowing me to do it. “When you change moods like this I’m not sure what to say or do.”
Leaning forward, he kissed my forehead and my heart started to race. “Find clothes, Mrs. Callahan.”
Just like that he walked around me.
Swallowing the lump in my throat and running my hands through my hair, I did what he asked. Grabbing some dark skinny jeans in my size along with a blood red blouse, black sneakers, and jacket, by the time I’d finished he was already standing beside me waiting.
“Take my hand,” he said this time when he outstretched his hand.
“That wasn’t asking,” I told him, taking it anyway.
“Noted,” he repeated, leading me back into the dressing rooms. I tried to go to the women’s side, but he pulled me to the bigger one with him, locking the door behind us. He tossed the clothes onto the small bench, reached into his jacket, and put the gun down there as well. Kicking up his foot, he undid the laces of his shoes then reached around his ankle, pulling out the slim knives. From the left ankle he took out a smaller gun.
Jeez. How did I not notice? All his clothes were always fitted and…my mind trailed off when he started to unbutton his shirt. Watching him work down the buttons quickly made my ears hot.
“Damn it, Ivy.” He sighed.
“W—”
Pushing me up against the mirror, his hands at the sides of my face as his lips covered mine, his tongue was already in my mouth, rolling over my own, tasting every corner of my mouth. His body pressed up between my legs and I wanted more, eagerly pulling at his belt, but he grabbed my hands, pinning them over my head. Only then did we pull back from each other and just barely, huffing, trying to catch our breaths.
“I’ve never had such a hard time thinking before you, do you realize that?” He snapped at me, squeezing my wrists a little tighter. “I could feel the lust rolling off you from the moment we drove off.”
“It is your fault! I’m burning and you’re the one who set the fire. So either you let me burn or you do something about it!”
He inhaled through his nose, and reaching under my dress, he yanked my underwear to the side and with no warning or remorse he rammed himself into my pussy.
“Uhh!” I cried out, gripping onto his shoulders, my eyes struggling to open as he pulled out and did so again. In the back of my mind I was well aware that the girl outside the stall could hear me moaning like a porn star and see the stall shaking, my bare ass pressed up against it as he fucked me so hard the heels fell off my feet and my toes curled, my arms wrapping around his shoulders.
“E…than.” I gripped his hair, my mouth wide-open as I came along with him. Frozen with both our chests pressed against each other, I could feel his heart racing…or maybe it was mine. He unlocked my legs from his waist, setting them on the ground, and stepped away. He put his arms up at either side of my head and hung his own.
“Ethan…”
“I’m going to need you to support me,” he muttered and finally looked up at me, and I swear it was like his eyes were glossed over with something. “Trust that when I choose what I’m going to do, you’ll be the first to know.”
“You ask for a lot of trust from someone you barely know.”
“Do I?” He kissed my lips and pushed away, completely taking off his trousers and pulling up the jeans meanwhile I was the one with cum between my legs. Luckily, I still had facial wipes in my purse. It took a lot to embarrass me…it rarely happened. But there wasn’t anything attractive or sexy about the after-sex cleanup part. Another thing guys got away with—
“What are you doing?” I asked, startled as he took the wipe from my hands and pressed it on my inner thigh, sliding it up between my legs.
“I’m surprised you of all people are embarrassed in front of me.” He smirked.
“Me too!” I really was…until I realized I didn’t want him to see me as anything but sexy.
“Oh...” I moaned at his hand.
He bit his lip and kissed the side of my cheek. I loved how he kissed wherever he wanted over and over again. “Baby, I’m begging you…calm down until after we are done for the day. I’ll fuck you first and make love to you second, but I need to work, so please stop moaning, and for the love of all that is holy, stop screwing me with your eyes.”
He always blamed it on me. “You’re the one who keeps coming back.”
“I’m weak for you. What can I say?” He winked, throwing the wipe into the small trash can in the corner.
I was weak for him too. Much weaker than I thought. This time when he backed away I was able to focus enough to strip down and get dressed up again. Putting on the jacket, I grinned, loving the way it fit, especially the jeans.
“Beautiful,” Ethan said to me, already dressed and putting his second gun back around his ankle, standing far hotter in his outfit than me. He’d gone with dark blues and blacks, even with combat boots.
“Ditch the suit for this as often as you can,” I said, pressing my hand on his V-neck shirt.
“Nothing is better than a three-piece suit,” he reminded me, taking my hand again before opening the door.
“Our clothes—”
“Leave it,” he replied, leading me to the front counter where three girls, all of whom were blushing, well, two were blushing, one of them smiling as if she’d been the one he’d fucked, stood.
“For the clothes,” Ethan said, placing a couple bills on the table, and then added more. “And the noise.”
“Babe.” I pulled him toward me and the door when I could see the stars forming in their eyes. “Let’s go.”
“Thanks for shopping. Come again!” the one who smiled shouted as we got to the car. Ethan glanced back at her and winked before getting into the passenger side.
After changing, and fucking, it finally felt like I could breathe easy again.
“Where are we going next?”
“A block party. Apparently, you already know where.” He yawned, reclining in the seat. “I’m looking forward to meeting your cousins, much more now.”
Was he out of his mind? “You want to go—”
“Shh…” He dared to cut me off, eyes still closed. “I’m preparing to be dramatic.”
“Fine, trust the girl who was locked up for a DUI and has a suspended license to drive herself to a party. Hopefully, it doesn’t rain.”
“I will,” he said, and I was sure he drifted off.
I felt a little spoiled, but I really wished he hadn’t sent his guys off. I wanted them to drive so I could just lie on top of him.
I was becoming that obsessed.
I tried to keep my road rage in check as I drove toward my old neighborhood. Luckily nothing ever really changed around this side of town. The closer we got, the more I felt my heart thumping. It happened too fast. One minute I was trying to prepare myself, the next I was pulling to a slow stop at the end of the street. The neighborhood was full with food, beer, and the Irish, all of them walking up and down the street between rows of townhouses, to the yellow two-story house at the end of the block.
“Welcome home,” I whispered to myself, holding on to the steering wheel tightly.