by J. M. Walker
I snaked my hands through his hair, tugging his head back and fucked my way into his mouth. He tasted so good. Liquor and spice. All Brett fucking MacLean.
He carried me over to his desk before placing me on my feet. Brushing his hand down my cheek, he kissed me one last time before a wicked grin spread on his face. In a rough move, he spun me around and bent me over his desk.
“How long do we have?” he asked, shoving my dress to my hips and landing his palm against the seat of my ass.
I whimpered, pushing back into his touch. “An hour and then I have a meeting at Evvie’s .”
“Fine.” Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, he ripped them off of my body. “I’ll make this quick but I can’t promise I won’t be messy.” Before I knew what was happening, Brett shoved his cock deep inside me.
I cried out at the fullness of him thrusting in and out of me.
“I’m going to fill every hole with my come.” Brett gripped my hair, pulling my head back. “I know you have a meeting with a couple of men. Think they’ll know that you’ve been fucked good and hard?”
“I don’t think they’ll notice,” I panted, pushing back and meeting him thrust for thrust.
Brett chuckled, kissed my cheek and shoved my head face-first onto the desk. “Oh, they will notice. I’ll make sure of it. And when you leave here with no panties, my cum will be dripping down your inner thighs.”
“Shut up and fuck me. Stop being an asshole,” I snapped, shoving back against him.
In a quick move, Brett released me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, glaring at him over my shoulder.
He took a step back, wrapping a hand around his thick length. “If you want me, you’re going to have to crawl for it.” He sat on his couch and pointed to the floor all the while stroking his thick length from base to tip. “Crawl .”
Doing as I was told, I lowered to my knees. A shiver trembled through me at the way Brett was looking at me. His eyes were dark, hungry, and needy. It had been so long since we played like this. Since we truly let ourselves go and just be Brett and Evvie. Dom and submissive.
We had found the BDSM lifestyle years ago, both learning together what it was like to give up control. It helped us communicate. We should have used it now. Maybe it would have helped us through this shit we were going through.
“Evvie, my beautiful pet,” Brett purred, crooking his finger. “Come.”
I licked my lips, crawling toward him. Once I reached him, I waited. I enjoyed leaving my control in his hands, knowing he would take care of me and make me feel things I never thought was possible.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb along my bottom lip.
“I do,” I answered automatically. I did. Even after finding out about Storm and the possibility that he had sex with Claire after breaking up with me. I still trusted him. I just let my emotions take over and I forgot.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking up at him.
“I love you, beautiful girl.” He grabbed my arm, gently pulling me to my feet. “Ride me.”
I straddled his lap but hesitated. Brett never gave up control and when he did, it was only because he had become desperate. “Brett, I don’t—”
“Evvie,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “I need you to ride me. Take from me what you need.”
I rose to my knees and waited.
His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck becoming tight and ridged. “Please.”
“Don’t. Don’t beg. I—”
He dropped me onto his cock.
I cried out.
“When I tell you to do something,” he gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “I expect you to do it.”
I whimpered.
“Now ride me,” he demanded, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.
My hips moved back forth, circling against his pelvis.
“Harder.” His grip on my jaw tightened. “Evvie, damn it. Fuck me harder.”
Placing my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I lifted my hips up and down the swollen veiny length of his dick.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said between breaths.
“I don’t give a shit if you hurt me. I deserve it.”
My eyes widened. “No. I can’t. You know I can’t.”
His hand moved between us. When it came into contact with my clit, I jumped.
A wicked grin spread on his face. “You’re going to come. I want that sweet honey all over me, Evvie. Make me fucking smell like you.”
“Holy shit.” Stars danced in my vision the harder he pushed and prodded against the engorged nub. My hips moved back and forth. Up and down. Hard. Fast. I took from my husband what I wanted. What I needed. What I had always needed.
“You feel so good inside me.” I crushed my mouth to his, forcing my tongue between his lips, and slamming my hips onto him.
Brett met my movements and matched them with his own, meeting me halfway.
Our tongues danced, pushing and prodding against each other. He tasted of everything I needed.
Seduction. Power. Control. And my own submission.
I loved this man taking control of my body.
Brett was embedded on my skin and no matter what we went through, he would always be mine.
Evvie
BRETT AND I walked hand in hand toward the large office building. Ever since the moment in his office a few days ago, we couldn’t stop touching each other. Whether it be a quick kiss on the lips or his hand on my inner thigh, we were constantly touching.
Anna had noticed it first.
“You two seem happier,” she told us from across the kitchen table. “Is everything okay now?”
“We’re taking it one day at a time,” Brett said, smiling down at me. His hand gripped my inner thigh beneath my dress. Any higher and he would come to find out that I wasn’t wearing any panties.
He winked.
I bit back a laugh. He knew. Of course he did. My husband knew everything. He could probably feel the heat coming off of me as well.
“Did Anna tell you her news?” I asked him, trying to distract us from wanting to ravage each other in front of our family.
“News?” He looked at her. “What news?”
Evan sat taller in his chair, smiling at his wife. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“That’s wonderful,” Brett exclaimed.
“We’re going to have a cousin?” Miracle asked, her face lighting up.
“Yes, baby,” I told her.
Eddie and Patrick cheered while Anna blushed.
I laughed. “Get used to the attention,” I told her.
She grinned.
“I can’t wait for your belly to grow,” Evan told her softly.
Her cheeks reddened even more. “I can’t wait for that either.” She kissed his cheek.
I bit back a giggle knowing exactly what they were referring to.
Brett couldn’t keep his hands off of me whenever I was pregnant. The fact I was having his babies did something to him. It forced this feral beast to come out and play and he became even more possessive. Which didn’t stop after I gave birth to each kid. It only got worse.
“I’m nervous,” Brett said, pulling me back to the present.
My stomach twisted, knowing it wasn’t easy for him to admit that. “Me too.”
We were meeting with Baxter and Roxane. We were warned that her lawyer was shady and corrupt. Apparently, she had found him off the internet for real cheap and he would do anything to make sure his clients got what they wanted.
“We’ll get through this,” I told Brett, squeezing his hand. “Baxter is a good lawyer. He’ll fight for us.”
“That’s not what I’m nervous about,” Brett muttered. “I don’t know what kind of shit they’re going to bring up. It’s like they’re saying that it’s my fault I was abused as a kid. It’s not my fucking fau
lt it’s affected me as an adult.”
“Brett.” I tugged his hand, stopping him. “Look at me.”
He looked everywhere but.
“Please.” I tugged his hand again.
He finally met my gaze.
“What happened to you is not your fault. You haven’t done anything wrong as an adult. You are not unstable like they’re implying. You’ve also gotten professional help over the years. That has to count for something.”
“Clearly it hasn’t.”
“Well I don’t give a shit what they think,” I said, my voice firm. “We are not giving them money. They can’t just sell a child. It doesn’t work that way. But it also…”
“What?”
“It makes me wonder if Claire actually knows what’s going on.” I shrugged. “I know she was evil but something tells me this is all her mom.”
“I wish we could talk to her and find out.”
We would. I would make sure of it. I just had to find out where Claire actually was.
“Let’s do this,” Brett said more to himself than to me. He pushed open the double set of doors and we were greeted by Baxter.
“We’ve run into a problem,” he grumbled, leading the way to the elevators that would take us to the floor he worked on.
“What now?” I demanded, keeping a firm grip on Brett’s hand.
“Roxane has a new lawyer. I don’t know who it is.” Once we reached the elevator, he punched the button to the top floor. “I hate not being told when something changes.”
“Maybe it’s a good thing she doesn’t have that other lawyer anymore,” Brett suggested.
“Maybe.” Baxter shifted on his feet and rubbed the back of his neck.
I had come to know early on that Baxter was like Brett in the way he hated not being in control. I didn’t know him as well as Brett did but I found there was something dark and twisted inside of him. Like he was in a constant state of war within himself.
The doors to the elevator dinged. As soon as they opened, they revealed a woman standing in the corner of the elevator shaft.
“Fuck me.” Baxter blew out a slow breath.
The woman grinned, looking him up and down. “Hello, Baxter. It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough apparently,” he grumbled, stepping into the elevator.
We followed behind him.
When the doors closed, the air grew thick with tension.
“What are you doing here, Jenna?” he asked the woman.
“Same as you.” She licked her ruby red lips and crossed her arms under her full chest.
The woman was absolutely breathtaking. Pale skin. Full blood red lips. Ice green eyes. And long straight hair as black as night.
The way she looked at Baxter made even me nervous.
Baxter only grunted, rolling his eyes, and leaning against the wall.
“Care to introduce us?” Jenna asked. “Or is it a need to know basis?”
“Yup and you don’t need to know.” He pushed off the wall as soon as the elevator came to a stop. “Take care of yourself, Jenna,” he mumbled, leaving the confined space when the doors opened.
She only smirked.
Brett and I followed behind Baxter.
“Did you notice that?” I asked him, my voice low enough for only him to hear.
“Oh yeah. And I thought we had tension in the beginning.” He shook his head. “They’ve totally fucked before.”
“Yup,” I agreed. “Totally.”
Brett brought our joined hands up his mouth and kissed my palm, giving me a wink.
I smiled softly, my cheeks heating at the public display of affection.
We continued following Baxter down the long hallway until we reached his office.
“You good, Baxter?” Brett asked him.
“Yup.” He shoved open the door. “Fucking dandy.”
I bit back a laugh. Looked like Jenna had gotten under his skin.
“I need to make a call while we wait for Roxane and her lawyer to show up. Make yourselves comfortable at the table.”
I watched as Baxter slipped into an adjoining room. “I wonder what happened between him and Jenna.”
“Who knows?” Brett sat at the table and pulled the chair out beside him. “Don’t be nosy.”
“I’m not nosy.” I sat beside him. “I’m just curious and thinking about them is distracting.”
“I get that but we need to focus on the issue at hand.” Brett grabbed my hands and kissed my knuckles. “This meeting might end badly. You have to be prepared for that.”
“What are they going to do? They won’t take you away from me and no lawyer in their right mind is going to make us pay ten million dollars. That’s ridiculous. Roxane was probably just pissed off and was trying to push her weight around.”
“Probably but you still have to be prepared.”
“I am prepared,” I told him. “Are you?”
“I—”
The door slowly creaked open and in walked an elderly woman. I could only assume she was Roxane. She was also followed by Jenna.
“Um…does Baxter know about this?” I asked Brett.
“I imagine not.” Brett released my hands and turned around in his chair. “We were never introduced.” He stood and held out his hand. “I’m Brett MacLean.”
Jenna smiled, shaking his hand. “Jenna Duwon.” She glanced at me. “And you must be Evvie.”
“I am.”
She nodded once. “I imagine you’ve met Roxane?”
“I have,” Brett said, sitting back down in his chair.
“We may have run into each other once or twice.” Roxane lifted her chin, looking down the bridge of her nose at both of us.
I already didn’t like her.
***
(Brett)
As soon as Baxter came back into the room, he stopped in his tracks. His gaze landed on Jenna. His jaw ticked, his back became stiff. I knew how he felt because Evvie had affected me like that in the beginning. Something was going on between him and Jenna that I didn’t give a shit about. What I did care about was moving on in my life with Evvie and bringing Storm into our family. I wasn’t sure if Evvie realized how serious I was about that, but even if Storm wasn’t mine, I would still open our home to her.
“Jenna,” Baxter bit out. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m representing Roxane.” Jenna pulled a file out of her briefcase. “Are we going to begin or are you going to stand there and stare at me all afternoon?”
I bit back a chuckle. I liked her but what I didn’t like was that Baxter was distracted.
“Baxter,” I barked. “I’m paying you a lot of money, so don’t just stand there and stare.”
He met my gaze, his mouth setting in a grim line.
That got his attention.
He cleared his throat and sat beside me. “Thank you,” he whispered.
I nodded once. I knew how he felt. Evvie had me coming undone from the moment I met her.
Baxter pulled his own set of files out of his briefcase and placed them on the table. “I’m assuming this ten-million-dollar fiasco is no longer in question?”
“You know what they say about assumptions, Baxter.” Jenna sat forward, folding her hands on the table in front of her. “My client understands that what she demanded is atrocious. It was in a moment of haste that the idea even occurred to her.”
I bit back a scoff.
“Fine then.” Baxter flipped through the files. “My client wants to speak with Claire.”
“No.” Roxane shook her head. “She’s not well.”
“Quiet,” Jenna told her gently.
“I have every right,” I said, trying to keep my cool when my nerves were damn near shot to hell. “If Storm is my child, I need to speak with her mother.”
Roxane looked between all of us, shaking her head harder. “Claire is unreachable.”
“She isn’t.” Baxter sat taller.
“She’s not?” I asked him.
“No.” He pushed a piece of paper toward Roxane.
“What’s this?” Jenna asked. “You can’t—”
“Quiet,” he demanded, his voice taking on that edge that I had used on Evvie many times before.
Jenna’s breath caught, her cheeks reddening.
“This letter states that Claire is being held at The Walkem Center for mental health. She’s been there for the past five years and never actually signed over the rights for Storm to you.” He tapped the letter. “Isn’t that right?”
Roxane shifted in her seat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Okay. I’ll continue then.” Baxter paused, giving her an in, but when she didn’t respond, he went on. “Claire is also not as sick as you say she is. She put herself into the rehabilitation center because she knew she needed help, but the meds she’s on, doesn’t make her as out of it as you mentioned.” He looked at me. “Claire had no idea that any of this was going on.”
“How do you know this?” Evvie asked, gripping my hand tight in hers.
“I did some digging. Took me a few weeks but I finally found through a contact that Claire had been trying to reach you. Both of you.”
“Why?” It was all I could say as this revelation came to light.
“She wants to speak with you.” He put the papers back in his briefcase. “But that’s something we can go through when this meeting is finished.”
“You have no idea what the hell you’re going on about.” Roxane slapped her hand against the tabletop. “That is my daughter. She’s sick. She needs help. She’s not right in the head.”
“If she’s not right in the head then tell me why she never signed custody over to you, Roxane,” Baxter threw back at her. “Tell me why, although she’s been in the hospital for the past five years, Storm goes to visit her once a week. That little girl takes a bus to see her mama. And you let her. Have you not?”
“What’s he talking about?” Jenna demanded.
Roxane’s cheeks reddened. “That little girl is a pain in my ass. She’s a whiny brat. I don’t give a shit what she does. She’s just like her mother.”
Evvie gasped beside me.
Well this was new.
“Where’s the center?” Evvie asked Baxter.