Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 74

Chapter 74: You Do Bad Things 

Brianna

“Please, give me the key.” My voice came out small and weak.

It made Callan flare his nostrils and release me, whatever he saw in my eyes made him surrender the key to me without another word. I didn't waste time, I rushed off to the pool  and was relieved to have the place to myself.

To blow off steam, I swam laps until my lungs were on fire and then I just jet myself float so I could feel weightless at a time when everything rested so heavily in my chest. I only opened my eyes when I heard the door opening, the place I'd supposed to be looking. The large figure approaching me was an impatient Callan.

“Well,  you have had your swim, now get out and face me.” He ordered.

“No,” I swam cooler to the middle.

“Brianna?” He barked at me, his voice echoed through the large open room.

“I want you to look at me while I am talking to you.” He snapped at me again, and refused to look at me. I wanted him to leave.

When I heard clunking sounds, it made me glance over my shoulder to see what he was up to and my eyes went wide at the sight of him throwing his shoes to the ground and ripping off his shirt over his head. That god-like body was suddenly exposed to me again.

“W.. what are you doing?” I didn't know what to make of it.

“You won't come out so I am going in.” He replied, my eyes flew wide again.

“No,” I protested, he didn't listen.

He took his pants off until he was only in brief and then he dove into the pool, I tried to swim away but the bastard was fast and strong. His muscles working while he swam over to me was an unfair sight. How can someone so bad look this good? Oh my goodness. When he grabbed me and made me face him, I squirmed but ultimately gave up. I had to tread water because it was too deep here, he pulled us back a bit until we were at the four feet which he can of course stand on but I couldn't. He held me up and kepte trapped.

“Look at me, Brianna.” He ordered again when I was sure to look everywhere but his handsome wet face. His dark hair clung to his forehead and his shoulders looked so well built from where they peaked out of the water.

I know he was carved from Satan's creation, I had always said it but clearly I didn't listen to myself.

“Name one time you were in danger in my presence.” He challenged me, my eyes slowly drifted to him but his stare was too intense and I couldn't hold his gaze.

“I wasn't aware of the danger, so who knows.” I tried shrugging him off. He pulled me closer to him and I was surprised when I felt his bare torso against my bikini top which didn't cover all that much.

“The only danger you faced was from another man, who I protected you from in case you had forgotten.” He pointed out in a still deep and angry voice.

He finally brought us to the end of the pool where I could actually stand, but he didn't let me take more than a step away from him. He held my waist and when I shoved him off, he held my arms to keep me there with him.

I can't believe he jumped into the pool in his underwear, he really is crazy.

“The only danger you will ever witness is the danger of any man who is stupid enough to step near you in my presence.” His voice was shifting to something less mad and more thick with something else.

When I looked up at him, I could see him looking down at my body in this bikini.

“You do bad things, Callan.” I whispered.

His hands glided up my arms and distracted me, he looked so good standing here wet in front of me, his abs glistened in the light and made me want to touch them.

“Everyone does bad things, I am just smart enough to make a profit off it.” He deadpanned.

“You hurt people.” I pointed out.

“Only if they screw me over.” He shrugged it off.

“And you do kill people?” I hesitated on asking the last part, I was so afraid to know the answer to this.

“No, Brianna. I don't kill people, I am a businessman.” He repeated the same phrase.

Maybe it is true, maybe he does the paperwork side of his business and doesn't get his hands dirty. I can't handle anything more than that.

“Come on, let's get out.” He tipped his head for me to follow him out of the pool.

When I did, his eyes dropped and he cursed under his breath the way he does when he is world up by the sight of me. His eyes seared into my flesh as he took in every inch of me, licking his lips and trying to shake his head clear.

“There are showers over there to rinse the chlorine off you.” He informed me but his voice was husky and his eyes were still looking at my body.

I walked to the shower and turned the faucet on, standing under the water just to rinse myself off before heading upstairs and my towel was right there waiting for me. When he walked in, I could see the soaked fabric of his boxers as they clung to his díck and I could see all of it, it made me gulp. With the tattoo, muscles and bulge, I was affected even if I didn't want to be.

“Fúck,” I heard him say, I didn't register what he meant until I felt his large round hand grab either side of my head, just below my jaw, pulling me down as he came down to kiss me.

As soon as his lips pressed to mine, my body reacted and my hand came up and felt up his slate of abs and taut chest. He pulled me against him and tipped his head to deepen the kiss in a breathtaking and carnal way. I wasn't expecting it, the way he grabbed me and just passionately took my mouth. He was always the one to cut the kiss short but he didn't stop this time. His tongue pressed through my lips and thrashed against mine. He groaned and pulled me up until he pinned me against the cold shower wall. It is an open communal shower, only one divider hides us from the rest of the room. I wrapped my arms around his neck to accomplish being up in the air right now and my legs automatically wrapped around him. His hands wasted no time rubbing up my thighs and kneading my flesh until he cupped my ass with both palms and held me in place that way. I was touching his hair, his arms and squeezing him with my legs and making him groan. It was the sexiest sound and I wanted to hear more of it.

When we pulled away for a second to breathe, it gave me a moment to process all this. I was conflicted on how to feel about this man who I am so sexually attracted to but who is a scary person. Callan has always intrigued me, but now knowing his status and how dangerous of a man he actually is, it brings on a whole new lawyer to all this. He didn't say anything, he just placed me on my feet and started undoing my top.

“Callan?” I sounded breathy and so unlike myself.

“Shut up, I can't restrain myself anymore. I tried for so long.” He said, ripping off my top and throwing it away from us.

His hands hooked into my bikini bottom and my heart raced. I have been anticipating this moment since the second I walked some of those penthouse stairs and caught him with him for the first time. When he pulled my bottom down around my ankles, he stepped back and marveled at my naked body.

“Fúck, I knew you would look this good.” He groaned, his erection was pressed on his wet boxers and when I pulled at them, he shoved them off until he too was completely naked.

I was speechless at the sight of him, strong legs, a full solid erection, that v-cut that pointed right down to it and all the rest of his muscle that made up this large handsome man in front of me and me made me feel so small. I know he can manhandle me all ohee this shower, and I wanted that so badly. He pushed me against the wall and knelt down in front of me. Surprising me when he threw one of my legs over his shoulder and wasted no time, attacking my pussy with his hot tongue. I gaped and clung to the wall, we were away from the steam of the shower now, though it was still running behind us. His big inked hands caressed my thighs and kept my leg over his shoulder, so my pussy was completely open to him. I knew he would be skilled with his mouth.