“Thanks, but Case and Miller have offered to help me out,” he tells her and I smile. Good for him.
She walks over to his bed and leans over it to give him a kiss. “I’ll come over tomorrow night and check on you.” She leans but he pulls away from her last minute.
I have to give her credit. She doesn’t let things affect her. Or if they do, she just hides it well. She turns toward me and throws me a fuck you smile as she walks back out the door.
Brecken bows his head and sighs. “You guys don’t have to be up here.” He looks at Miller and then Case. “Go ahead and go to my house. Get some rest. Case, I’m sure you have places to call and things to deal with,” he adds softly.
He nods his head, and I hate that everything he owns is now nothing but ashes. But Brecken is right; Case does need to take care of some stuff. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walks over to Brecken’s bed, and they do the manly one-arm hug and handshake. He then walks over to me and drapes an arm over my shoulders. I say a good-bye and wave to the guys as he leads me out of the hospital room.
“Who fired Rachel?” I ask as we get into my car. We didn’t need anyone to come and get us from Case’s house yesterday ‘cause along with the fire trucks, two ambulances also arrived. As the fire trucks put out the fire, the paramedics gave us oxygen then made us ride with them to the hospital last night to be checked out. Miller had then driven us all back to my house, and we took showers and then went back up to the hospital to see Brecken while Savannah and Blane stayed back at our house.
“I fired her,” he answers as he drives my car onto the highway.
“When?”
“The night she caused the fight. Pretending to be a hooker.”
My eyes widen at that. “She was pretending to be a hooker?” I frown. “Maybe I didn’t know everything,” I mumble to myself.
He chuckles at that. Reaching over, he grabs my hand and places them both on the center console. “She had it coming,” he growls. “She was always pulling shit Brecken and I had to clean up.”
I nod my head in understanding but don’t press the subject. He fired her and that’s that.
**
I sit on my bed with my back against my headboard when Case comes walking in with a towel wrapped around his hips. His hard body still wet. I lick my lips wanting him. My heart picks up and I clench my thighs. It’s been about a week since we’ve had sex. And I hate the fact I don’t even think he wants it. He’s got so much going on that sex is probably the last thing on his mind.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
I lift my eyes up to meet his, and my face heats up with embarrassment. “Sorry,” I say softly and lower them to my comforter.
“Taylor?”
I slowly look up at him through my lashes. “What are you sorry for?”
I bite my lip nervously. “I know you have a lot going on, and I don’t mean to get in the way of that.”
He crawls onto the bed and makes his way up to me. He lies down beside me, and I can’t help but watch how his abs flex as he gets situated. “You never get in the way,” he says pulling his brows together. “Why would you think that?”
“Because you told me to quit looking at you like that …”
He sighs. “I told you that because you were making me hard and I didn’t think you were ready for sex.”
I still think back to the meeting I had with my dad a week ago and it still makes me mad, but I don’t talk about it. Neither does Blane. It’s as if he’s just been forgotten. My mother is still a sore subject as well, but I can’t change it. All I can do is remember the good times I shared with her. Even if she did do drugs, she never let me down. That doesn’t make it any better, but it also didn’t make her a horrible mother.
Case has been great in giving me space, but I’m tired of it. I feel like every time we turn around, something new is happening that is threatening our lives. My body and my mind want him right now.
I place my hand on his hard chest and my pussy throbs at how much I want him. “I want you, Case. I have wanted you …”
His lips are on mine the next instance. Quieting whatever I was gonna say. I kiss him deeper as I push on his chest. He rolls over onto his back as his hands reach down and grip my hips. He pulls me on top of him, and I grind my hips against his. He growls into my mouth, and his fingers dig deeper into my hips.
“Case.” I gasp as I pull away from his mouth. “Fuck me,” I say breathlessly.
“I’m going to,” he growls shoving me off him. I fall onto the bed beside him. I lift up quickly to remove my t-shirt, and he pulls his towel from his waist. I smile when I see how hard he already is for me.
I reach down to grab the sides of my thong when he grabs my hands and holds them above my head. He places both wrists in one of his hands, and I arch my back as his fingers tighten around me. He lowers his body on top of mine. “I wanna do that,” he whispers roughly as his now free hand runs down my side to my hip. I feel the sting of the fabric against my hip, followed by a ripping sound as he pulls them free of my hips.
“Case …” I pant and then beg him for more.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
TAYLOR
I sit on my couch while Case sits next to me talking to Brecken on the phone. Miller just picked him up from the hospital and took him home. Case promises to go and see him tomorrow. He hangs up and tosses his phone down on his lap.
“Going over to Brecken’s tomorrow?” I ask.
“Yeah. We have to figure out what is going on and who is responsible before someone else gets hurt.” He pulls me deeper to his side.
“You don’t have any ideas who it could be?” I wonder.
He shakes his head. His phone rings again, and I take a quick look at the number, but it’s not saved in his phone. “This is Case,” his deep voice declares. After a few seconds, he pulls away from me and stands from the couch.
I pick my legs up and sit Indian style on the couch as I watch him start to pace.
“You’re sure?” he asks, before running a hand through his hair. “But I …” He’s cut off.
I watch him pick up his speed and his face hardens. “Yes, I understand. Yes.” He nods his head to himself. “Thank you.” He pulls his phone away from his ear and throws it down to the floor.
“What’s wrong?” I ask worriedly.
“Acetone.” I frown not knowing what he’s talking about. “Acetone was used to accelerate the fire.”
“Like acetone that us girls use to remove our fingernail polish?” I ask confused.
“It’s also used as a washing agent that makes cocaine pure,” he growls.
I fall back onto the couch and run a hand through my hair. “Could it have been those guys who attacked Blane the other night?”
He shakes his head. “There’s no way they knew where I lived. I’ve never had Blane over there until after I had to close down the club.”
“Maybe someone followed us,” I offer, but he doesn’t pay much
attention.
He’s too busy pacing back and forth again. “I bought that house five years ago.” He begins to speak to himself.
“Have you ever had a girl over there before?” I ask softly. He just shakes his head. And I smile to myself. Well, one win for me. About time I win at something. “Get dressed,” he orders all of a sudden.
I look down at my white cotton shorts and black tank top. “I am dressed.”
He snaps his fingers as he starts to walk to my front door. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”
I jump up off the couch, run to my room, and grab my cell and my purse as I slide on a pair of flip-flops. I don’t even bother to ask where we’re going as I run out the front door behind him.
He didn’t speak to me again while he drove down the road. He was on his phone the entire time with some guy he called Jones. I remember that name from the guy who was standing in his office when I came barreling into it the evening I got attacked. I also remember him telling someone that Jones had made that tape disappear from the night we went to see Rox. All I know is that Jones must be a good guy.