Red (A Brett MacLean Duet)

by J. M. Walker

  Fuck it.

  I stormed out of my office, making my way to the bar, and slammed a hand down on the bar top. “Evvie,” my voice came out rougher than I would have liked.

  Her back stiffened. Glancing at me over her shoulder, she glared my way and that only made me fucking harder.

  “What?” she demanded, the edge in her tone forced a drop of pre-cum from my cock.

  Shit .

  “My office. Now .”

  “I’m busy,” she said, going back to pouring drinks.

  “It wasn’t a request. Jake, take over,” I told the shy and timid bartender standing next to her. I liked the guy. He was good at his job and I knew he would warn Evvie about my wrath.

  Heading back to my office, I slumped down into the chair behind my desk. Attempting to gather my thoughts, I had no idea what I would say to her so I decided to wing it and be completely honest. Which wasn’t something I ever had difficulty doing.

  A soft knock sounded on the door a moment later.

  My blood stirred. “Come in.” The fact she had obeyed sent an unexpected sense of pride washing over me.

  She took a step into the room.

  “Sit.” I nodded toward the chair in front of my desk.

  Her breath caught. ”Brett, why—”

  “Sit,” I repeated.

  She jutted her chin, standing her ground.

  Fuck me, this would be fun.

  “Not until you tell me what you want.”

  The corners of my mouth turned up as I sat back in the chair. “We’ll get to that,” I said, making a point to let my eyes wander down her tiny frame. She was short but curvy. She had enough meat on her that she wouldn’t break when I took her how I wanted. Rough and dangerously deep.

  She began fidgeting, attempting to cover the cleavage that sprouted from the vee of her shirt.

  The demand to tell her to stop trying to shield herself from me was on the tip of my tongue. She was breathtaking and it pissed me off that she was trying to hide that fact.

  “Look, if you’re not going to tell me what you want, then I should get back to work,” she said, swallowing hard.

  Needing to tease her just a little more, I held back why she was really in my office and went with an easy subject. ”I want to talk to you about your job performance.”

  “My job performance?” She frowned.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to sit?”

  “No.”

  I smirked, my cock jumping in my pants. Her sass was enough to make me come all on its own. “Didn’t think so.”

  “What the hell’s wrong with my job performance?”

  Rising to my feet, I walked around the desk and leaned against it. I nodded toward the chair. I would give her one more chance to listen to me and if she didn’t, I would drag her to the chair and force her to sit in it. “Sit.”

  She huffed, pushed away from the door, and slumped down on the arm of the chair.

  I bit back a chuckle over her defiance.

  “Will you please tell me what you want?”

  My eyes roamed down her body, stopping at her feet. The corners of my lips lifted.

  “What?”

  I smiled. “Now, Evvie, I don’t think those shoes are appropriate work attire.”

  Her cheeks reddened. ”Have you tried walking back and forth behind the bar in six-inch stilettos?”

  None of the other girls actually wore the stilettos like she mentioned. I only added that to the list of things she was allowed to wear to see if she would listen or not. The fact that she didn’t, made me crave her even more.

  “Fine. I’ll get new ones. Are we done?”

  Oh, she was feisty. My jaw tensed. “No, we are not.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Brett, you obviously didn’t bring me here to talk about my shoes. What’s wrong with my job performance?”

  “Nothing.”

  She shook my head. “Then why—”

  “I have a proposition for you,” my voice lowered.

  “Um…what kind of proposition?” A flush of pink traveled up her chest.

  I smirked. “I think you know.”

  She shook her head.

  Taking a deep breath, I closed the distance between us and wrapped my hands around her wrists. From this vantage point, I could see the light smattering of freckles on her nose. Her pink tongue licked along her full bottom lip. The sound of her breath caught in her throat.

  Squeezing her wrists, I pinned her to the chair and leaned toward her. I inhaled. The scent of vanilla washed over me, relaxing that ball of nerves I had felt for my whole entire life. Much to my surprise, being this close to her calmed me.

  My lips grazed over the shell of her ear before biting down gently. “I want to fuck you, Evvie.”

  She gasped. Her mouth opened and closed but no words left her beautiful lips. “Me?” she eventually asked.

  Sweet girl was surprised. Did she not know how intoxicatingly beautiful she was?

  Running my hands up her arms, I watched the goose bumps pucker on her pale skin. Making sure to keep my grip firm, it let her know that there was no way in hell I would let her leave any time soon.

  Brushing my nose up the length of her slender neck, I took a deep breath. Her vanilla scent wafted into my nose, easing all of the demons that had haunted my nightmares since I was a small boy. Not wanting to revel on the past, I said the first thing that popped into my mind. “You’ve never had a man tell you they want to fuck you, Evvie?”

  “Not…like that.”

  I grazed my teeth along her jawline, making sure not to kiss her because I knew as soon our lips touched, all bets would be off.

  Lifting my head, I searched her face. Lust heated her bright blue eyes but something else was hidden beneath them. Fear? Well, didn’t that just make my cock even harder. “Evvie?”

  “Why?” she asked, chewing her bottom lip.

  I frowned. Her innocence was going to break me. “I want to show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”

  Her cheeks reddened even more. “I…I’ve been with men.”

  I smiled, glancing down at her full lips. “Did they make you scream their name?”

  Her breath caught. “Um…”

  “Did they give you orgasm after orgasm?” I asked, licking my tongue over her earlobe.

  “Brett,” she breathed, a notable shiver trembling through her body.

  Gripping the back of the chair, I braced myself. I was losing control. This woman sitting in front of me with all her innocence and beauty, was going to make me fall to my knees and beg.

  “Did they?” I asked again, my voice coming out rougher than I would have liked.

  “Does it matter?” she whispered.

  I paused. Did she only have selfish lovers in the past? “It does. Every woman should experience hours of raw passion at least once in their lives.”

  Her breath caught. Fuck, I loved it when she did that.

  Allowing my gaze to roam down her body, I noticed the skirt barely stopped mid-thigh. The tight black V-neck shirt showcased tits that I couldn’t wait to thrust my cock between.

  She was so damn beautiful and she didn’t even know it.

  But before I could let myself take this further, I needed to know if there was someone else that would get in the way.

  “Are you single?” I asked, brushing my thumb up and down the length of her neck.

  She shivered again. “Brett.”

  “Answer me,” I demanded.

  Her pupils dilated.

  She liked being told what to do. Fuck me .

  “Why?”

  I smirked, leaning toward her. My mouth was mere inches from hers. “I need to know what’s stopping me before I fuck you, Evvie.”

  “Who says you can, even if I am single?”

  And that right there almost made me blow my load. Her sass was going to be the end of me. “Answer. Me,” I repeated when really I was almost tempted to fall to her feet and beg that she have her w
ay with me.

  “I’m single.”

  My cock jumped. “Good.” I trailed a finger along her jawline. “Then I don’t see what the problem is.”

  “I’m not going to be one of your sluts, Brett.”

  Ah. So that was the issue. My jaw tensed. I knew my history was going to catch up with me but it didn’t sit well having it thrown in my face. “I don’t want you to be one of my sluts. But after one night with me, I guarantee that you will be begging for more.”

  A laugh escaped her mouth. “Confident much, aren’t you?”

  Leaning toward her, our mouths inches apart, I could taste her breath on my tongue. This woman was going to be the undoing of my control. “I know what I want, Evvie.”

  She crossed her arms, lifting her chin defiantly. “Yeah and what’s that?”

  In a quick move, I grabbed her hands and lifted her to her feet. Holding her wrists in one hand, I pushed her up against my desk. She never even saw it coming.

  Grinding my hips into her, my erection grew the moment it made contact with her pelvis. Running my hand up the back of her leg, I reached under her skirt and squeezed her beautiful ass. I bit back a groan at the way her flesh fit perfectly in my hand. Giving it another hard squeeze, I waited for her reaction.

  Her pupils dilated even more, a soft moan leaving her full mouth.

  “I want you, Evvie,” I growled.

  Pulling her hands from my grip, she placed them on my chest. Her eyes were wide, bright with lust and fear. The latter turned me on even more.

  “Brett,” she whispered.

  Brushing my lips along the length of her jaw, I placed a tiny nip on her chin. “I will have you.”

  “Like hell you will,” she said, pushing against me.

  Lifting my head, I stared intently at her. “You playing hard to get?”

  She scoffed, struggling against me. “No, but you’re my boss.”

  My hold on her tightened. Grinding my hips against her, I smiled when her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan leaving her lips. “I know you want me.”

  “You’re a smug…”

  “I’m a smug what, Evvie?” I asked, running my nose up the side of her neck. Inhaling deeply, I reveled in the sense of calm it gave me.

  She moaned, but caught herself, and pushed out of my grasp. Walking around me, she shook herself.

  Fuck this. The need to have her writhing beneath me, took over.

  Evvie shivered. “I don’t think it’s a good—”

  Charging for her, I pushed her onto the couch and covered her body with mine.

  She gasped, staring up at me with wide eyes and a flush in her cheeks.

  Spreading her legs, I pushed my hips between hers, igniting a groan to leave both of our mouths. Her heat scorched me, enveloping me in a blanket of bliss. “Do you feel how much I want you, Evvie?” I asked, grinding into her.

  She panted. “Brett.”

  I placed gentle bites along the length of her jaw. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

  Much to my surprise, Evvie cupped my face. I could sense the moment of hesitation before she pulled my mouth down to hers. All bets were off as soon as our mouths touched.

  A growl rumbled from somewhere in my chest as I deepened the kiss. Sliding my tongue between her lips, I swallowed her mewls of pleasure.

  Curling her hands around my nape, she pulled me closer and devoured the fuck out of my mouth.

  Damn, this woman could kiss. Every nerve ending in my body came alive. The dark part of me wanted to rip her open and spread her out for my pleasure only. I wasn’t a selfish lover but fuck me, if she didn’t make me want to be one.

  Evvie licked at my tongue, pushing and prodding her way deeper into my mouth. It was almost like she was trying to get inside of me. Well, little did she know, I was doing the exact same thing to her.

  Much to my surprise, her hands traveled down my chest and began unbuttoning my dress shirt. As soon as her fingers touched my bare skin, the heat, coming off the tips, burned this need to make her mine into my soul.

  I released her mouth with a wet smack and grabbed the hem of her shirt before roughly pulling it over her head. She was absolutely beautiful. A red lace bra stared up at me, lifting the heavy mounds of delicious flesh. Her tits were perfect.

  Trailing a finger from her belly button up to between her breasts, I watched her skin pucker with goose bumps as I unclasped the bra.

  I licked my lips at the sight before me. Her rosy nipples hardened in the cool air, begging for my mouth. Rubbing my thumb over the sharp peak, I smirked when her back bowed beneath me.

  Leaning down toward her mouth, I pinched her nipple at the same time as I thrust my tongue back between her lips.

  She cried out, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

  Running my hands down the sides of her body, I squeezed and massaged. She fit perfectly beneath me. She wasn’t so damn frail either that I would have to worry about breaking her with my dick.

  Sucking her tongue between my lips, I nipped it gently before trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

  Evvie was writhing beneath me.

  I would cut off my balls to have her pussy wrapped around my cock but a part of me, that dark part, needed to hear her beg. To hear the words that she wanted to fuck me leave her mouth. Until then, I would wait. But I would make sure to drive her absolutely insane with need.

  Brushing my thumb over the nipple, I bent down and took the swollen peak between my lips.

  She jumped, arching her back, and pushing her breast further into my mouth.

  Grazing my teeth over the hardened nub, I sucked and pulled, biting gently.

  A hiss left her mouth and the way her hips were rubbing against mine, let me know that she felt that pain all throughout her body.

  Licking the nipple back into my mouth, our gazes locked.

  Her eyes were wide, her breath coming out in short bursts of air.

  “You have perfect tits, Evvie,” I said, leaning down to her ear. “Perfect enough to fuck.”

  Her eyes widened, the red in her cheeks becoming more pronounced at my words.

  “Would you like that?” I purred against her neck.

  “I…I don’t know.”

  “I think you would.” I crushed my mouth to hers.

  She moaned, sliding her hand down my bare chest.

  Wanting to see just how far she would let me go, I slid my hand down to her hip before cupping her beautiful ass. Her breathing picked up.

  Deepening the kiss, I inched a finger between her lace panties and fuck me, if they didn’t match her bra. A woman who wore red was my undoing.

  Spread your legs, beautiful girl.

  As if she heard me, her knee fell to the side.

  That’s right, Evvie. I’ll show you how good I can make you feel.

  Teasing the opening to her pussy with the tip of my finger, I thrust my tongue hard against hers. She was going to be the death of my dick. I had never been so damn hard.

  Needing to see how far I could push Evvie, I slid my finger into her.

  She gasped, arching beneath me and moved her hips in tune with the thrust of my finger.

  Inserting a second, I swallowed her whimpers. Her cunt gripped me tight. No matter how much I wanted to fuck her, I refused to do it on my couch. She wasn’t like the other women I had been with. She deserved to be ravished. I knew before we even fucked that it wouldn’t be a onetime thing, but I needed to hear her beg first.

  Releasing her mouth, I pulled my hand from between her legs and licked my fingers. The sweet acidic taste of her pussy forced pre-cum from the tip of my dick. My body hummed.

  Evvie’s breath hitched, her cheeks flush with desire. For me.

  “I will definitely enjoy eating your pussy.” I grinned. “So how about that proposition?”

  She smiled, glancing at my crotch. “Maybe I should proposition you instead.”

  My heart raced. Never in my life would I have imagined that a woman’s smil
e could bring me to my knees. Besides fucking her, keeping that smile on Evvie’s face would be my ultimate mission.

  I smirked, running my hands up her hips. “I bet before the week is out, I’ll have you begging for my cock.”

  Her fingers brushed down my abs. “Well, I—”

  A heavy knock sounded around the room.

  Grabbing Evvie’s hand, I kissed her knuckles. “Come in.”

  Her eyes widened.

  I winked. “What’s up?” I asked Kane.

  “Sorry, boss. That dick, Mathis, is here to see you again.”

  I nodded. “Thanks. Give me a few.”

  He grinned. “Take all the time you need, my man.”

  I glanced down at Evvie. “Oh, I plan on it.”

  MATHIS VERLINDEN.

  Fucking fucker interrupted my time with Evvie.

  After sleeping with his sister in-law, the billionaire had been trying to get me to work for him for months. Even though she was no longer married to his brother, he kept her around but didn’t like the fact she had latched on to me.

  I didn’t know what exactly he wanted but he had shady dealings around the world. I was in no way perfect but I did my best to keep my clubs clean and the cops at bay.

  “You look a little pissed.” Mathis sneered, puffing on his cigar. I had a no smoking policy in my club but the bastard didn’t care. His large meathead of a bodyguard only narrowed his eyes at me when I attempted to grab the cigar and put it out.

  I knew when I was outnumbered and even I had a moment of nervousness around the guy.

  When the bodyguard headed to the bar, a tap on the table in front of me drew my attention back to Mathis.

  “What do you want?” I asked, crossing my arms under my chest to keep myself from punching the smug look off his face.

  “You know what I want.” His gaze slid to the bar. “And it looks like you want the same thing.”

  My jaw clenched. I knew he was looking at Evvie but there was no way that I would prove him right by following his direction. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Ah, Brett.” Mathis chuckled. “But you do. You see, I came here for something. If I can’t get it from you. I will get it from her. Either way, I’m not going home empty-handed.”