Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 187

Chapter 187: You Can't Do This To Me 

Brianna

“Why do you insist on pissing me off past the point of reason, huh? You think you can dress like this in my club, run around with my men and then give me shit when I respond accordingly? You think a man doesn't take one look at you in this fucking dress and the last one, not lose his goddamn mind?” Callan, the gravel in his tone made my thighs clenched.

When he mentioned the dress, his other hand came up my side against the material of it. The hand that had been holding my throat started to graze down my chest until just the tip of his thumb brushed over the fabric where my nipples was. I sucked in a short breath at the feeling of his hands on me this way, I hadn't felt the head of Callan Harold's hands on me in several months. I haven't been engulfed in his rough hold or suffocated by his intoxicating scent in seven whole month. It was dizzying, it was infuriating and it was insatiable.

“C..Callan,” my voice betrayed me. I wanted to give him a warning not to  start with me but instead I showed him how affected I was by his proximity.

“Yes, baby girl.” 

Just those two simple words brought back a wave of memories that crashed through me like a punch to the gut. That sexy gruff voice used to call me baby girl in bed and when I moaned his name, he would ask, yes, baby girl in the hottest way. He has no right to do that to me now. I felt his face so close to my neck, his hands were on my hips to hold me in place and all I could do was stand stiffly in front of him trying to regain my bearings. When I felt his hot lips feather down the length of my throat, my knees could have given away. I grabbed his hand that was holding me in place ready to rip them off me and then he kissed my neck. My eyes fluttered shut while my heart pounded in my chest.

“You can't do this to me.” I muttered, I was frustrated.

“You can't do this to me.” He repeated my words but I didn't understand.

“What am I doing to you?” My voice only came out more weakly than the last time.

When he whirled me around, it was so swiftly that I had to let his arms hold me to keep me upright. His strong arm caught me and brought me against him again, while his lips crashed down against mine. My breath caught in my throat, though you wouldn't have heard it with his mouth covering mine. This kiss was raw, primal and he fisted my hair and took my mouth like he wanted to erase every inch of Roy's touch here. He lifted me to the point that my feet couldn't touch the ground and my arms had to go around his neck to keep hold. We were suddenly stumbling backwards into the wall and he turned us so I would be the one pinned against it. It was crazy how quickly my body recognized his touch, heat flooded my inside and with my heart beating this quickly, I felt almost weak and dazed. I held onto this man for dear life and kissed him back in the most desperate way.

I wasn't thinking with my mind, it was my body begging me to let this happen. Begging me not to think about all the reasons why I shouldn't be doing this. My legs wrapped around his torso and he groaned, pinning me harder against the wall. He had never kissed me more passionately than this, it was like he was pouring seven months worth of some emotion into this. It was literally taking my breath away and we were forced to pull away for a second because both of us were panting for air with the intensity of the last few seconds. He kept his forehead pressed to mine as he sucked in air.

“Callan…” I was about to say something but he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me once to shut me up.

“You have no right to..” Again, I tried to speak but he kissed me again.

“Shut up, Brianna. For one goddamn second, don't think about it, just fucking kiss me.” He kept me pressed into the wall as he let his hands rub up and down my thighs.

They came down to cup my ass, holding me there and I found myself complying. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, he was quick to pull me off the wall and started walking through the house into my room. When the door shut behind him, the severity of all this started closing in on me. He sat on the edge of my bed, making me straddled his lap and since I was in a dress, the material started to bunch over my hips. Those sexy inked hands began rubbing my ass, running up and down my back and coming around to cup my breasts. His lips pulled away from mine as his mouth found the exposed swells, he kissed down one and up the other. My mind was darting around in confusion, I looked down to see this midnight head of hair and this handsome face against my chest. Seeing these broad shoulders and rough hands pulled my body to rock over his lap, I could geek his stiff erection below me and the slight friction was enough to set me on fire.

He tipped his hips up to feel me over him again, his mouth was still kissing my breasts and moving the fabric off the dress to expose my hardening buds that he plicke between his lips. His tongue came out hot across one and then the other, I groaned and fisted his tuft of hair to make him groan back. What am I doing? This man walked out on me in London, this man had me heart broken for so many months. This man screamed at me, in my face, to tell me that he hates me. He hates me and he regrets me. Will he regret this tomorrow? Probably and I can't handle being his regret a second time. His arms came around my waist, hugging me tight against him and his lips continued to kiss and tease my nipples into sensitive peeks. Maybe he is drunk, that is what this is. A drunk hook up.

I pushed his head away from my chest, which made him look up at me. His arms still haven't released me, they were possessively around me to keep me there on top of him, pressed against him.

“What the hell are you doing, Callan?” I blurted out. I saw his hooded bedroom eyes turned to something else and I can't decipher what expression is in his face right now.

“Brianna,” he huffed. His hands came up my back, and his face came against my neck.

He kissed me sensually with tongue and almost distracted me enough but I couldn't stop picturing his face the day he screamed at me. His hatred was so visible in his eyes. I can't do this hook up and have it not mean something to me even If I am just a warm-hole for him tonight. It is not how I feel about it.

“You can't tell me you regret me and still get to do this with me.” I tried getting off his lap, he grabbed me quickly to keep me there.

“Fucking hell, Brianna. Come on.” He was frustrated but I don't know why.

Because he is horny and doesn't want blue balls, that is why. His hand came to my face and his lips kissed mine in the most dizzying way. He inhaled my scent and kissed down my jaw, he didn't want to stop.

“I won't let you regret me tomorrow.” I started pulling away.

“Can you fucking drop that?” He was pissed that I was using his own words against him.

“No, I can't drop it and I won't. You have to stand by your words, do you hate me? Do you regret it all?” 

I wasn't full off his lap yet since he had been resting letting me off but with my heavy question, he had to turn his head away from me. His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared with frustration of the reality I was making him face instead of just giving over my body for him to use.

“Come here, baby girl. Let me make you cum on my tongue.” He ignored me and I was surprised as to why. He was angering me more this way.

“You can't tell me you aren't wet for me, Brianna. Let me inside you.” He tipped his hips to graze my mostly exposed center. I grit my teeth to stay strong.

“You just want sex, you don't even care who it is with, even me.” I laughed humorlessly.

“Why are you ignoring me?”