Can't Resist You (Being Yours Series Book 4)

by Dawn Martens

  My heart sinks slightly at those words. I met Keller two and a half weeks after my one-night stand with Drew. I don’t even know what the hell I was thinking at the time, but I remember Drew and I yelling at each other, like always over stupid shit, and in walks Keller. Discovering that he was best friends with Drew made me instantly say yes when he asked me out. Ashamed to say this, but at first, I only agreed to date Keller to piss Drew off even more.

  Of course, after a few weeks I started to actually like spending time with Keller. Two months later, he’s telling me he loves me, something I’ve never said back, not even now at six months into our relationship. I care about Keller, but I know without any uncertainty I’m absolutely not in love with him.

  The truth of it all though, ever since I slept with Drew, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. I know it’s not fair to Keller, me having feelings for his best friend, but I figured over time, these stupid emotions I have for dick face Drew will go away. At least I hope so.

  Keller starts kissing my neck while squeezing my ass. I know what this means, sex, and that also means disappointment. With Keller it’s always hit or miss, with it mostly being miss. And then I’m left frustrated and pissed off at having to take care of it myself.

  I shove him slightly and slide down him. “Don’t start that now, we have things to do.”

  He grins at me. “Yeah, like fucking your sweet hot tight cunt.” I try not to cringe, that did not sound sexy coming from his mouth.

  “Nope, you need to find some boxes and some muscle besides just you and we’re gonna get packing.” I move away from him as he stares at me in shock.

  “Wait, what? You’re serious? I thought we could celebrate our new living arrangements, celebrating means fucking, Tara. I’m a man, with needs, so are you gonna get on this dick?”

  Is he fucking serious right now?

  Glaring at him I fold my arms across my chest. “Listen up, dick shit, there is more to my day and my life than just being a hole for you to stick your dick into. Now, are we gonna get to work on shit that needs to get done or should I just keep looking for an apartment.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Fine, whatever, when we’re done, we’re fucking. I’ll even do all the work.” Rolling my eyes at him, I nod.

  “Whatever, get this shit done, then I’ll think about it.”

  He leans into me, grabbing me around the waist. “Tara, there won’t be thinking about it at all. Soon as we get you moved; I’m pounding into your hot cunt all night. You know you love it, how wet you get, the way your cunt grips my cock.” Okay, that was sort of hot, although guilt creeps through me as I imagine it’s Drew saying those things and not Keller. “But, for now, I will make a call, and we can get this move going.” He kisses me on the forehead and goes into the hall to make his phone call.

  That man is nuts, and honestly, I feel so stupid for not ending things with him. I’ll do this move, save up as much money as I can so I can get my own place, and then finally end things with Keller.

  I walk off, leaving Keller to make his calls, and head to the second bedroom’s closet, where I have a few boxes I moved in with stored, and start pulling them out. LF sees me starting to tape up the bottom of the boxes and decides it’s play time. “Oh no you don’t LF, let’s get you into your carrying case so you can be out of the way.” I pick him up from the box and march to his carrier, shoving him in and throwing a couple treats at him.

  “Uh Keller?” I call out, while starting at my demon cat.

  “Yeah?” he shouts back.

  “Did you tell Drew about Little Fucker?”

  My question is followed by silence, which says it all. “Uh, no, but he won’t mind, don’t worry about it. He might even like the devil cat, especially since you named him after that dude from Game of Thrones.”

  I roll my eyes, okay yes, I might have done that, but not really. I always called Little Finger, Little Fucker, so when LF came along, acting like a demon, it became his name.

  “Oh, good you have boxes,” Keller states, finding me in the second bedroom. “I wasn’t sure, so Drew is bringing some along too.”

  Great, that means I better go pack up my personal shit, so Drew doesn’t put his hands on that stuff. God knows the smirks and comments he’d make to me then.

  “I taped up half of the boxes, why don’t you finish taping the rest up, while I start throwing things in?” I toss him the tape and scissors and head out with a few boxes to get started on my bedroom.

  Chapter 6

  Drew

  How the fuck did I get roped into helping Tara move, I’ll never know. But here I am, armed with boxes and helping her and Keller pack shit up. I look at Keller as he comes over to me with another box and starts just tossing shit in it. “Why again am I helping with this shit? Doesn’t she have any friends?”

  “She doesn’t trust many people, and only has one friend anyways, but the friend said she was busy and couldn’t help. She doesn’t really let other people in, so I’m surprised she even let me in to be honest, she was fucked up and hurt before, it’s her business, she’d probably cut my balls off if I shared her shit. And you were the only one of my friends that had nothing going on today, so that’s why you’re helping.” He tells me.

  Tara only has one friend? What kind of chick doesn’t have friends? Or has just one, but the so-called friend doesn’t even come over to help her move, that’s fucked up. I’m suddenly feeling pissed and for once not at her but for her. What idiot would ever hurt Tara? Oh, I know, fucking Keller. I shoot him a glare, and he puts his hands up in surrender, as if he knows exactly what I was thinking.

  “Don’t, okay. Don’t say anything.”

  “You know she’ll find out.”

  “Yeah, and I hope she never does, just like I hoped Chelsea never did, but that stupid puck bunny bitch poked holes in the condoms and bam, lost Chelsea.”

  What a fucking tool. If he wasn’t my best friend since we were kids, I’d knock him the fuck out. Hell, half the time I feel like doing that anyways because of the fucked-up shit he’s doing behind Tara’s back. My loyalty is with him though, no matter how badly I want to save Tara from the hurt she’s going to face.

  I lean in close to him. “When she finds out, not if, but when, you do realize that you’ll be the one out on your ass right?”

  He looks affronted and scowls at me. “The fuck, man, you’d kick me out, your best friend?”

  “Damn right I would. She’s not doing anything wrong and unless she’s the worst roommate in history, then yeah, you’re out. You can go shack up with your baby mama.”

  “Fuck you, dude.”

  I don’t bother replying as I hear Tara’s footsteps coming from the hall. He’s gonna lose her all on his own, and it won’t be because I said shit.

  “Hey, before I forget, since this is going pretty fast. I will head to the grocery store once I finish packing the last few boxes, could you guys make me a list of things you like and want?”

  “Uh, that’s Keller’s job, why are you doing it?” I point out.

  Tara’s head goes back in shock, shock that I’m talking to her without yelling? Hmm. She looks to Keller and her eyes narrow. “It is hmm? That’s funny, Keller told me that was my responsibly for living with you.”

  I reach out and slap Keller in the back of the head. “Fuck no, you cook, he buys food, that’s how he pays rent.” What an idiot, is lying the only fucking thing this moron is good at?

  “Then I will make a list of things I want and like and once everything is out of here, Keller will be off to the grocery store, and if he even misses one item on the list, he’ll have to go back out.” She’s pissed at him right now, sassy bitch. Fuck, it’s making me hard.

  I turn away, willing my cock to stop twitching. She’s not mine, we already had her before. Fuck this isn’t working. I grab a box and head out the door. It’s hard enough that she works with me, trying not to fuck her all the damn time. It’s the reason I’m such a dick to her. N
ow she’s gonna be living with me?

  Fuck, this has fucking natural disaster written all over it.

  She moves to the kitchen table and starts jotting things down on a piece of paper. I watch Keller adjust his pants and look back to Tara, fuck me, does she not know that those white leggings are see through? She’s not wearing underwear. Fuck me. Seeing her bent over like that, reminded me how I had her in that position for round two of our night together.

  She lifts her head as if sensing us watching her and looks over her shoulder. “I’m done, Drew, you want anything added?”

  I shake my head, “He already has his list from me, so just hand it over and you and I can finish this up.”

  Putting the pen down I watch her put the list in Keller’s hand. “I even went extremely specific so you can’t fuck it up. If you do, you’re dumber than I thought.” She kisses his cheek and walks back down the hall.

  I’m trying so hard not to laugh, she totally just put him in his place, so maybe this moving in together will be some great entertainment. “Later man.”

  Keller doesn’t reply and leaves the apartment with his head down.

  I walk into the Tara’s second bedroom and see that most of the shit is gone, except for something that looks like a cage with handles. Odd.

  As I get close to the cage thing to take it out to the truck, I hear this god-awful noise that scares the shit outta me. “Holy fuck, there’s a demon in that thing.” I move backwards slowly from the cage and yell for Tara.

  “What? What’s with all the screaming?”

  “There, that thing, what is it.” My voice barely above a whisper, I don’t want the demon to hear me talking about it, just in case it gets out.

  Tara rolls her eyes. “That’s LF, my cat.”

  My head swings back towards her. “Oh, fuck no, Keller didn’t say shit about you having a cat. And LF? What kind of name is that?”

  “Keller said it was fine, and if you have a problem, cool, we’ll just go and get my stuff and bring it back in here, and I’ll find some place else to go. And LF stands for Little Fucker.”

  I burst out laughing when I hear his name. “That’s what I call Little Finger from Game of Thrones.”

  She smirks. “Yeah, so do I. The name suited the cat too.”

  Wiping my hand down my face I sigh. “Fine, LF can stay. But I ain’t cleaning the damn cat box.”

  “Don’t worry Handsome, I’ll make Keller do it.” She throws me a grin and a wink and saunters back to where she came from. Fuck me, did she even realize she did that? Now I’m hard and pissed off.

  “Alright LF, let's get you to my house, and we can think of ways to destroy Keller’s shit.” The mention of Keller’s name causes the little bugger to hiss. This could work even better; this cat hates him.

  Oh, how much fun this will be.

  Chapter 7

  Tara

  Living with Drew week one

  This isn’t working. I’m about to reach over this damn table and shove my fork into his throat. Why we even eat together is mind boggling. I tried to tell Keller no, I was fine eating in my room, but nope. Here I am, sitting next to the goddamn open-mouthed chewer.

  I’d rather sit next to a damn dog slurping from the damn water bowl; it, at least, would sound better. Finally, silence, a solid two seconds of silence before he scrapes his damn plate and proceeds to do his loud god damn chewing.

  I slam my fork on the table and glare at him. “Do you have to eat like that? For fuck sake, you learn how to close your damn mouth as a baby when you eat. May as well just take away all of the utensils and let you eat like a damn dog.” I shout, standing up from the chair.

  Keller looks at me as if I’ve grown another head, while from the corner of my eye Drew is trying his hardest not to laugh.

  “Waaas the mattah?” Keller asks, his mouth full of food, some of it falling out.

  I cover my mouth, trying not to gag. “Close your damn mouth!” I scream, sounding like I’m possessed. This is why I always eat before Keller comes around, or wait until he leaves, because I can’t handle the sound of him chewing.

  He goes to speak again, and more food falls out of his mouth. “Why are you acting like a bitch?” I point at him, but I feel the vomit creeping up my throat. I bend over, dry heaving. Thank god nothing actually came up. He’s so nasty. A hand rubs my back, and I realize it’s not Keller. My skin tingles at his touch, my panties instantly getting wet. I stand up straight, no longer feeling sick, and rush from the room.

  “What is wrong with me. I’m with Keller, I have to stop feeling like this about Drew,” I whisper angrily to myself once I get into my room.

  It’s been a friggin week of living together, and I’m already losing my ever-loving mind. Every day this week we’ve eaten supper together, every damn day, the sound of Keller’s chewing getting worse.

  It’s surprising what things I gag over and what things I don’t. Chewed food falling out of someone’s mouth? Gag. Dead bodies with insides on the outside? Nope. It’s messed up, but it is what it is. Hell, I’ve even noticed Drew turn a little green at some crime scenes, and of course I always smirk and ask him if he needs a barf bag. To which, of course, has him yelling at me to 'get the fuck back to work'.

  Surprisingly though, so far, Drew’s been great to live with, but it’s friggin Keller that is driving me insane. As I change into my pajamas, I can hear Drew and Keller not that far from my bedroom door.

  “What was her problem?” Keller asks.

  I hear a smack. “What do you think? You eat like a pig, I don’t even like hearing or seeing that shit. But man, her reaction? Best ever.” Drew agreeing with me about something. Wow, that’s new. If I look out the window right now, will I see pigs flying, too?

  “Yeah, man, she has a weak stomach, even gags over shit that happens on TV,” Keller informs him. “Don’t know how that works though, her being a cop, does she ever destroy crime scenes and shit?” Amusement floods his voice, and it makes me want to smack him myself.

  “Nah man, that’s different. When we go to brutal crime scenes, she has a stronger stomach than me. Hell, half the time she’s trying to shove the coroner out of the way to get a better look. That woman has balls of steel.” Drew sounds proud. What the fuck is happening right now? “A chick who ain’t scared to get blood on their hands, you should probably remember that, man.” Did he really just threaten Keller on my behalf? I can’t think about this right now, but holy shit. Did I fall into an alternate universe?

  Their voices get closer to my door, so I quickly pull up my hair and get my TV going. A few minutes later, I hear the front door shut just as a knock comes at my door. “Babe, you up?”

  “Yeah,” I shout back to Keller, as he opens the door, he looks slightly sheepish.

  He plays with his lip ring for a few seconds before speaking. “Sorry about uh, supper. Food was good, didn’t realize how annoying I was when I ate though.” These are the moments when I enjoy Keller, when he blushes and acts shy.

  Smiling at him, I throw the covers off my bed. “Come here you loser.” That perks him up, and of course, the first thing he does when I say that is take his clothes off.

  Sliding in next to me, his lips find their place on my neck and his hands roam under my shirt. “Why the fuck you wearing clothes in bed?” He quickly makes me lose my top, and the second my breasts are free, he sucks a nipple into his mouth, while his hands work to take off my pants.

  The whole time he does this, I have to force myself to think of what Keller is doing to me. As he starts to finger me, trying to get me wet, LF jumps on his back.

  “What the fuck?” Keller shouts, and I try so hard not to laugh. “No wonder you named him Little Fucker, let me kick the bastard out.” He gets off the bed and grabs LF by the back of his neck, tossing him out of the room and shuts the door.

  He turns to me and grins. “Now, where were we.” He dives onto the bed; his face aimed right at my cunt and goes right at it. At least he does this p
art right, which is what I meant when I said he’s hit or miss. Only a hit with his tongue.

  “Yes.” I gasp as he sucks my clit into his mouth while fingering both my pussy and asshole. I love when he does this. He pumps away in rhythm with his sucking, and I explode within seconds. “Coming, oh god.” I shout as my hips lift off the bed, while he doesn’t let up. Moving his fingers out of me, he moves down, shoving his tongue up my cunt to lick up all my juices.

  “Fuck, yes. Love how you taste when you come, best taste I’ve ever had,” he states, grinning, as he comes up over me to grab a condom from the nightstand.

  I stay in my post orgasm high while he power drives his dick inside me, but my moans are fake, even to my own ears, and soon, I start tuning him out, which pisses me off and makes me feel like shit. I want to come again, but it never happens in this way, I let out a long fake ass moan to tell him I’m coming and do a few Kegels, so he thinks I’m done, as he finishes up.

  He gives me a kiss when he’s done, and smiles. “You sure I can’t convince you to let me sleep with you tonight.”

  I roll my eyes. “Nope, sorry.”

  He sighs and gives me a peck on the forehead. “Love you babe, night.” When he leaves, I pull my toy box out from under the bed and dig through it to find the vibrator I need for this moment. After that performance, I need a good orgasm to fall asleep.

  Chapter 8

  Drew

  It’s late when I get home. I was gonna bring back that chick from the bar but thought better of it. Last thing I need is for her to still be at my place in the morning for Tara to see. Instead, she let me fuck her in the bathroom, and before I could come, she begged me to finish on her face. Who was I to deny a request like that? I hear noises coming down the hall, Tara must still be watching TV. But it’s when I notice Keller’s door open, and him not in it, that my stomach sinks.

  Of course, they’re fucking. Shouldn’t bother me one bit. So why the hell does it? I move swiftly to my room and close the door. But that doesn’t help because her room is right next to mine, making her moans a little louder and closer. I go to leave my room to sleep on the couch when the sounds make me do a double take.