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  Contents

  Can’t Resist You – Being Yours Series Book 4

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Other Books In This Series

  About the Author

  More from this author

  Can’t Resist You – Being Yours Series Book 4

  By

  Dawn Martens

  Temptation lurks around every corner when his best friend’s girl moves in.

  Another roommate is the last thing Drew needs. Especially when that roommate happens to be the one woman he shouldn’t want and can’t have.

  Neither Tara nor Drew can resist each other but are either of them strong enough to do the right thing?

  Copyright

  All rights reserved. This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook is copyright material and must not be copied, reproduced, transferred, distributed, leased, licensed or publicly performed or used in any form without prior written permission of the publisher, as allowed under the terms and conditions under which it was purchased or as strictly permitted by applicable copyright law. Any unauthorized distribution, circulation or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author’s rights, and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly. Thank you for respecting the work of this author.

  DAWN MARTENS

  Copyright © Dawn Martens

  Published 2019

  Cover by Glenna Maynard

  Edited by Emily Snow and Glenna Maynard

  Alpha Read and Proofread by Angie Brennan

  Beta Read by Tina Gibler and Jennifer Massicotte

  Formatted by Dawn Martens

  Can’t Resist You is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.

  Trademarks: This book identifies product names and services known to be trademarks, registered trademarks, or service marks of their respective holders, The author acknowledges the trademarked status in this work of fiction. The publication and use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Dedication

  To my readers that still enjoy everything I write. Thank you for sticking by me.

  Acknowledgements

  G-baby – well obviously you’re the first I have to thank, because you are my best friend, my hero, and wouldn’t be where I am without your continued support.

  Tina G – Thank you for kicking my ass into gear and getting me out of the funk I was in.

  Emily – Thanks for the help you gave me for this, and the comments you left me about a certain someone. Glenna might not have appreciated them, but I did hahaha.

  Angie and Jen – Thanks for helping to be a fresh set of eyes to make this book even better

  And to the ladies in my readers group Dawn Martens’ Devious Readers – you’re all Rockstar’s.

  Prologue

  Tara

  As I look around the dance club, I feel out of place. This isn’t really my thing. I’m a homebody, I love curling up with a good book, booze, in my pajamas. That’s it. I don’t need interaction of any kind, because I get enough of that in my line of work. Tomorrow, I will start my new position at the local police station. So there will be tons of human interaction.

  This guy I’m to report to apparently never takes on a partner or lets anyone in on his cases, because he’s ‘that’ good, but was willing when he learned about my background. I’ve worked close with a Motorcycle Club named Angels Warriors. The club helped me out of a bad situation years ago and have been a part of my life ever since. When Jasper and Mason found out it was my dream to become a cop, they brought me into the fold. Helped me through school, passing the academy, and even brought me along on a few cases with them for some hands-on training.

  The club tried to convince me to stay on with them, in a freelance sort of way since some of the kids they save and protect usually respond better with a woman present, but I’ve always wanted to become a cop. So, they shopped my resume around and were also acting as my references and it’s how I got on at the local station.

  I don’t see Tina, a friend of mine from school, anywhere. Not surprising. I knew better than to come out with her, she always does this. Finds a hot guy, latches on, and disappears. I’m about to leave when the stool next to me becomes occupied. Holy shit this guy is hot. Holy hot. Like so hot, he’d give Lee from Rock Chick by Kristen Ashley, a run for his money. And that’s really saying something, well maybe, not like Lee is real, but still. Just. Hot.

  “Hey there,” he says. I look at him and see him smirking. Oh shit, he totally knew I was checking him out. I wish I could lick him all over. “You can lick me if you want.” I meet his gaze, and he winks at me.

  I blush and turn my head away. Oh shit, I said that out loud. I’m such a moron. “Uh, sorry,” I mumble. I get off the stool, because yeah, I’m so out of here. But before I can make it to the doors of the club a big, giant hand grabs my arm.

  Holy shit, this guy probably has a huge dick with hands that big.

  I hear chuckling. “Oh, trust me, it’s huge.”

  Motherfucker on a bike, I said that out loud. Again.

  “How about we go somewhere, and I show you just how big it really is?” he whispers hoarsely, his lips teasing my ear, biting slightly.

  A shudder runs through my body and my knees grow weak. “Yes please,” I give in, my breathing labored. I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight, this isn’t me. I’m a virgin for fuck sake, but this man does something to me. Maybe it’s time to throw caution to the wind and finally lose my v-card. I don’t know any other twenty-five-year-old that still is a virgin.

  His lips capture mine and I moan. Holy hotness. The man can do some things with that tongue. He breaks the kiss and glares at me, a sexy hot guy glare. “Let’s go.”

  We move fast, out of the club, down the street to a high-rise condo. When we step into the elevator, he pins me to the wall, kissing down my neck as his hands roam under my skirt to my wetness. He’s doing things to my body that ought to be illegal. I’ve never been more turned on.

  The elevator dings to let us out, but he doesn’t let go of me, if anything it’s like he’s curled his fingers inside me as if pulling me on a leash. Holy fuck.

  The door to his condo flings open and we step through, still attached.

  As the door slams shut, I’m up against it. My head stings, but in this moment I don’t care. His lips move down my neck, and he starts to lower my top to free my tits. I let out a moan as I look around the condo. “Is this your
place?” I breathe.

  “No, a friends place.” His lips trail kisses down my chest. “No more talking, we need these clothes gone.”

  Oh, hell yes. He moves away from me as I strip. Part of me feels like I should tell him that I’m a virgin, but then what if he stops? I look up, staring into his eyes, chewing my bottom lip, and holy hell, his eyes look hungry.

  I’ve always read that expression in books before, and never understood. In this moment, I totally do.

  “Fucking perfect,” he growls, undoing the button on his jeans and pulling them off. He’s ripped to perfection. His cock stands to attention, and I move, jumping up on him and slam my lips on his. “Fucking wild,” he states against my lips.

  We move down the hall and we fall back onto a bed. His mouth fuses around my nipple sucking the taut skin between his lips. Raking my nails down his back, I urge him to give me more. His muscles flex under my fingers as he slides further up my body. Gripping his erection, he lines it up with my slit, wearing a wicked smirk. He’s so sexy and smells intoxicating. He wastes no time in slamming inside me, and surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt like I thought it would, just a little pinch really.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.” he growls as he slows down his movements, almost as if he’s just realized I was a virgin and he’s trying to take care of me. Oh wow, this feels amazing, why on earth did I wait so long? “If you don’t stop clenching your pussy around my cock, this will be over way too soon,” he mutters into my neck.

  I bite my lip, I want to tell him I don’t know how to stop, since you know, I’ve never done this before, but instead a moan comes out of me. “Oh god.”

  He stills, making that feeling I felt building up stop. His mouth and teeth leaving my neck he looks at me, his honey colored eyes going intense as a wicked grin forms on his face. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come tonight.”

  With those words, he starts moving inside of me faster, pausing every few seconds to thrust into me hard yet slow, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I gasp each time he does it, and he watches the whole time, his eyes boring into mine.

  “Please.” I whisper, digging my heels into his ass.

  He grins, leans down to capture my mouth with a kiss and starts pounding away, thrusting widely the whole bed shakes, the headboard banging against the wall, giving me my very first, not self induced, orgasm.

  God yes, I should have done this ages ago.

  *~*

  Four hours later

  I snuck out of hottie’s place the second he passed out after giving it to me good. I didn’t want to go, in fact, I really wanted to go another round, but I needed to get some rest for my first day at my new job.

  I get out of my car and walk into the police station. “What are you doing here?” A voice behind me asks.

  I turn around and see him. My one-night stand, the man who popped my cherry. Wow, he looks hotter in the daytime, how is that possible? “Uh hi, I’m looking for Drew Knight,” I tell him.

  His eyes narrow. “Fuck. Are you Tara Webb?”

  I nod. “Yes,” I say, a bit confused with his hostility.

  “Last night didn’t fucking happen, got me,” he growls, his face hard. I frown. Huh? “I don’t fuck where I work, I don’t care if your virgin blood was on my cock, last night never fucking happened.” He walks away from me, and it dawns on me who he is.

  Oh shit, I gave my virginity to my boss. Way to go Tara, you stupid moron.

  Chapter 1

  Tara

  Six months later

  I pull up to my apartment after working my shift. All I want to do is have a hot bath, read a book on my Kindle, and have a glass of wine. Keller wanted to come over tonight, but I texted him to let him know it wasn’t happening. I really don’t want to put up with his nagging.

  Keller- Hey, babe. You off work yet? I’m dying to be inside you

  Tara- Not tonight. I’m exhausted.

  Keller – I’ll do all the work

  Tara – Keller, I said not today, gotta feed LF and then I want a bath and an early night

  Keller - whatever

  I swear the man is worse than a woman. Constantly whining about sex. Seriously, does he not understand that I can only handle so much? I don’t think I was born to only have sex. But he doesn’t seem to get it.

  I work all day, sometimes night shift, the last thing on my mind is screwing. Not saying I don’t love sex, I do, a lot, just not when I’m exhausted. The first month of dating, I swear, Keller pulled out all the stops. Fancy dinners, date nights, hell we just simply talked. But then once we had sex it changed. Sure, once in a while we still have a night in and watch a movie or something, but most times it’s just sex. Once I had sex for the first time, I realized that I loved it, not quite sure why on earth I waited so long, but I also didn’t want to be a slut.

  Nothing wrong with having a boyfriend just so I can have sex whenever I want to, without feeling like a slut. But it’s starting to wear thin. I feel like I should go back to being alone, because it would save me the trouble. Who knew sex could be so exhausting, so chore worthy?

  Climbing the stairs to my floor, I pause at my door. I rip the white paper with big red bold letters on it that’s taped over my peephole off. Eviction notice? “What the shit?” I turn the paper over, checking the other side and wondering if this is a prank.

  I’ve paid on time every single month, and hell, I’m the quietest person in the damn building. I read down the notice and realize the reason I’m being evicted is because the building’s been sold, and the new owners don’t want it to be apartments anymore. “Well this is just fucking great,” I grumble, putting my key in the door.

  Where the hell am I gonna go? Seriously. Ugh. I only have one real friend, no family, unless you count the Angels Warriors. This sucks.

  Keller has been trying to get me to move in with him, but we’ve only known each other for six months, that’s just too weird.

  My phone rings as I shut my front door and I see Keller’s name light up. “Hello?” I answer.

  “Hey, babe, going out tonight with a few guys, just wanted to let you know,” he tells me.

  I frown, he never calls to tell me that, so this is weird. “Um okay? Have fun.”

  “Yeah, baby, I will. Love you,” he says distractedly and hangs up.

  I shake my head and set my phone on the kitchen counter. Rounding the island, I go to the fridge and pull out my bottle of wine and a glass.

  Tomorrow, I will start searching for a place that I can afford. God, this sucks so bad.

  When I signed my lease here, I was ecstatic it was nice and in my price range. The cost of living here is outrageous for a decent single. I knew it was too good to be true. And now I will never find anything that will come close.

  I finish off my glass of wine when my cat LF, also known as Little Fucker, comes sauntering in the kitchen. “Hey, little man.” He gives me a meow, wanting me to pet him. And I would, but I want a bath at some point tonight, and once you start petting him, he won’t let you stop. Well not without attacking you first, hence his name. “Not right now, buddy.” I move around him, and of course he just has to dart under my feet, making me trip. At least the counter was close by to help catch me from falling. Damn cat.

  Making sure he’s not at my feet again, I move down the hall to start my bath. While it fills up, I go to my room to set out my pajamas and to grab a towel. Nothing worse than getting out of a shower or bath and there isn’t a towel in that bathroom because I forgot it. I know I should learn, since I do it almost daily, but I never do.

  When I get back to the bathroom, I realized I left the door open. “Shit.” Of course he is. “LF, why do you have to be like this?” Asshole cat is of course, swimming in my bath water. I always thought cats hated water, but not this one, half the time he hisses at me when I let out the water in the kitchen sink after I do dishes. I go to the tub and turn the water off. I look back to the damn cat that just ruined my relaxation time
, and notice he’s now purring. “Yeah, you enjoy it, you shit head.” So much for that, I pull the drain, he has until the tub is empty to enjoy his bath. I leave the door open and go back to my room, pulling my pj’s on and get into bed.

  This is why I can’t have nice things. I thought getting a cat would be awesome, but seems as if I just got one of those demon cats.

  Sighing, I turn on my tv and lay down, my eyes drifting shut not long after.

  Chapter 2

  Drew

  I get to the club and head up to the VIP area to find the guys. I spot Keller instantly and anger soars through me. I don’t get him, I really don’t. He just got ousted last year for fucking around on one of his girlfriends and knocking up the other woman. Now he has a new girlfriend and he still screws anything with legs. I’ve never been much into relationships, but still, that shit pisses me off.

  The asshole still has his baby mama around, keeps her in his condo downtown, while he shacks up with me, so his new girlfriend doesn’t find out about her.

  I shake my head—not my place to say shit—and make my way forward.

  “Hey, man. What’s up?” Keller asks when he sees me coming. This fucker doesn’t even hide that he’s finger banging this bitch on his lap.

  I lift my chin. “Hey, man. Where’s Tara tonight?” I ask, throwing it out there to see what the girl sitting on him will do.

  “Who’s Tara?” the girl asks. God, she sounds like a whiny child. How Keller can get with airheads, is beyond me, doesn’t he want someone that can actually speak without sounding like a two-year-old?

  “She’s nobody tonight,” he replied, grinning down at her, his hand now moving faster under her skirt. Whiny girl lights up and smiles as she moans.

  Keller shoots me a dirty look for a minute and then shakes his head. He knows what I was doing, what can I say, every so often I like to cause trouble. After I learned Tara, the seductress that gave me her virginity, was my new hire at the station, I made sure we never touched again. Although I may have taken it too far, because all we ever do now is fight. I hate her, she hates me, what the fuck ever. But when she started dating my best friend, Keller, I was pissed. I wasn’t jealous, of course not, just pissed. I don’t even know why.