by J. M. Walker
“Fuck you,” I bit out, slamming my fist on the table. “You leave her the fuck out of this.” If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t care but Evvie had etched herself under my skin and I couldn’t control this possessiveness I felt over protecting her. She would be my ultimate undoing and I looked forward to every second of it.
“You like her.” Mathis’ grin widened.
I waved off his comment. “She would be a good fuck and that’s it.” Even Mathis didn’t believe those words.
“Right,” he said slowly, his thick accent becoming more pronounced.
“What do you want with Evvie?” I asked again, sitting back in the booth, and crossing my arms under my chest. “We keep having this conversation. Same shit, different day.”
“Remember what we talked about.”
My jaw clenched. “You have nothing on me. If you want something, just ask like a fucking normal human being.”
Mathis chuckled. “Who said anything about me being normal? I want to play a little bit.” He shrugged. “I’m bored and I have nothing better to do.” He winked.
When I was about to ask what the hell he had meant by that, a husky feminine voice slid into my ears.
“Are you going to order drinks?” Evvie asked, her body rigid.
Mathis smirked, rubbing his chin. “Sit.”
“If you’re not going to order drinks, then I’m heading back to work.” She turned around and bumped into the large fucker Mathis had as his bodyguard.
He motioned for her to turn around.
With a scowl on her face, Evvie sat beside me. She took a breath, crossing her arms under her chest. “What the hell is going on?”
Mathis smirked, rubbing his jaw. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
My jaw tensed. Him using pet names for Evvie forced my stomach to twist and tie into knots. These new feelings didn’t sit well with me and the fact I couldn’t explain why I felt this way, bothered me even more.
“Why?” Evvie asked, shifting in the seat beside me.
Mathis looked between us, his gaze darkening.
Not that I wanted to give in but when Mathis wanted something, he did everything in his power to get it and he didn’t care who he hurt in the process. I respected his power but I still didn’t like the bastard.
I sighed. “Answer the question.”
Evvie huffed. “Who are you ?”
“Mathis Verlinden.” He grinned. “At your service of any needs.”
A growl rumbled from my chest. Fuck .
Mathis caught my eye, his grin widening. “Now. Your name.”
“Evvie Neal,” she whispered, chewing her bottom lip.
“Evvie Neal,” Mathis repeated, sitting forward. “Daughter to retired cop, Edward Neal. Sister to Evan, Everett and Ethan. Your mother, Sara Neal, passed away, didn’t she, Evvie?”
My chest tightened. I had no idea what the smug bastard was getting at.
Evvie rung her hands in her lap. “Why bother asking my name if you already know who I am?”
Mathis smirked. “Am I right?”
I grabbed Evvie’s hand, holding it tight in my own. Brushing my thumb back and forth over the soft skin, I tried giving her whatever strength she needed to answer his questions. I shouldn’t have cared. I shouldn’t have reacted. But Mathis pissed me off and when it came to Evvie, I refused to let anyone hurt her.
“Your daddy has been a bad boy though, hasn’t he?” Mathis continued.
“He had a hard life.” Evvie’s breath hitched, her grip on my hand tightening. “He had four kids to take care of.”
“He was desperate.” Mathis pulled a gold case out of the pocket on the inside of his jacket. Opening it, he retrieved a cigar and lit it before snapping the case closed.
“What the hell do you want and how do you know so much about me?” Evvie demanded, her body tensing.
“I’ve done my research,” he said, making a point to let his eyes roam down to her chest.
“Mathis,” I grumbled, pulling Evvie closer to my side.
He raised an eyebrow before looking back at Evvie. “Your mother passed away from a stroke when you were twelve.”
My heart jumped.
Evvie cupped my hand “Who—”
“Am I right?” Mathis puffed at his cigar. “You live with a man.”
I stiffened at the new revelation. She told me she was single.
Mathis winked at me. “But you’re single.”
Evvie shook her head. “Do you get off on trying to make people uncomfortable or is it merely a hobby?”
Mathis’ eyes darkened and then a grin broke out on his face. “I can tell you’ve lived with just men most of your life. You’ve got balls, beautiful.”
“I need to get back to work,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Oh, darling, you will learn very quickly that things get done on my time.” Mathis handed me a business card. “How would your daddy feel about you working in a place like this wearing a uniform like that?”
“Like you give a shit what my father thinks, or of my reputation.”
Mathis laughed. “You’re gorgeous but you’re not a good liar.” He met my gaze. “You will contact me.”
I glared at him. “Fuck. You.”
Mathis smiled. “Sorry, I only like pussy.”
“Listen you motherfu—”
“No.” Mathis landed a heavy fist on the table, making the glass ashtray jump. “You listen to me, Brett. You will contact me.”
“How the hell do you know that?” I bit out.
He sneered. “Money talks,” he answered, rising from his spot in the booth across from us, and followed his bodyguard out of the club.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I took a breath and then another. Every time I met up with the guy, I became unraveled. I didn’t know exactly what he was capable of but I knew he had a hand in everyone’s pocket. He had power and with that power came a price. He enjoyed messing with people and I was no exception.
“Are you alright?” I asked Evvie once we were alone.
She glanced up at me, letting out a soft sigh. “I have three brothers and an overprotective father. It takes a lot more than that for a man to scare me.”
I smiled, rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand. “But?”
She chewed her bottom lip, watching my thumb. A slight flush hit her cheeks. She felt it. That need. That drive. That passion for more. “Who the hell was that guy?”
“Don’t you watch the news?” Mathis lived in the spotlight.
“I live with a guy remember?” She scoffed. “All I watch is sports.”
“Who’s the guy?” I asked even though I already knew.
“My roommate. Why do you care, Brett?” She pulled her hand free from mine and went to leave the booth when I grabbed her arm. Pulling her back against me, I brushed my hands up and down her arms. “People can see us,” she whispered but she didn’t pull away.
I had these booths designed to be private when needed. Unbeknownst to Evvie, I pressed a button on the wall until the red satin curtains closed. We were enveloped in a dim sea of light. It could be pitch black and I knew that I would always find her. My stomach twisted. Forcing those thoughts back, I gripped her arm.
“Brett, what do you think you’re doing?” The waver in her voice shot straight to my dick. She was nervous and it turned me on.
Brushing my nose along her nape, I inhaled. A soft growl left me at the scent of vanilla. Fuck me she smelled good.
“I need to get back to work.”
“You will, Evvie.” But first, I needed to tease and play with her. I kissed the back of her neck, letting my mouth linger as it brushed over the soft skin.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, arching against me.
“I told you.”
“I’m not having sex with you here.”
It was dark enough I could have her bent over the table and my cock deep inside her in a matter of seconds. But the need to hear her beg me won out.
> I cleared my throat.
“You were thinking about it, weren’t you?” she asked, frowning.
I cupped her jaw, forcing her head back and brushed my lips along hers. Her mouth parted, spreading for me. My dick hardened, pushing against the seam of my pants.
My body became tense with the need to get inside hers. Running my thumb over her bottom lip, I leaned down to her ear. “When I fuck you, Evvie, it will be in private.” I nipped her earlobe. “The first time at least.”
“As much as I would love to take you up on your offer.” She patted my arm. “I’m not interested.” I would have believed her if her pupils hadn’t dilated at the mere thought of it.
I almost laughed. “You know, Mathis was right about two things.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto my lap. “You are beautiful.” When her center connected with my crotch, I bit back a groan.
She gasped, no doubt feeling my erection as it pressed into the heat between her legs.
“Brett,” she panted.
I ran a finger down her neck to the vee in her shirt. “But you fucking suck at lying.”
Evvie glared, attempting to push off my lap. “I have to get back to work.”
My hold on her tightened. “You won’t get in trouble. I’m the boss, remember?”
She grabbed my hand. “People might get suspicious.”
“So?” I placed my hands on her legs, running them beneath her skirt.
She huffed, stopping my hands from going any higher. “Stop. I’m not having sex—”
“We are not having sex here,” I growled in her ear, fisting her ponytail in my hand, and pulled her head back.
“Brett.” She placed her hands on my shoulders, gripping them tight.
My mouth trailed down the length of her jaw, her skin puckering under my touch. “As much as I want to rip off those sexy as hell panties and dive into that hot cunt of yours…” I bit her chin. “You will beg first.”
“I’m not begging.”
“Maybe not now.” A wicked smirk spread on my face. Brushing a hand up her inner thigh, I cupped her mound. “I can feel the heat coming off of you, Evvie.”
She panted, curling her fingers around my neck. “I…”
My finger brushed over her swollen clit. Her panties were wet, proving she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. “What?”
“Brett, I want—”
I crushed my mouth to hers, forcing her lips apart with my tongue.
Much to my surprise, Evvie tugged my head back, deepening the kiss.
A growl escaped me. I cupped her ass, lifting her to her knees. My fingers massaged and kneaded, pressing into her smooth pale skin. Running my hands under her panties, I gripped the sides and tugged, pulling the fabric free from her body.
She released my mouth, looking down at me with dark, lust-filled eyes.
Bringing the lace up to my nose, I inhaled. The sweet scent of her desire wafted into my nose and fuck me if it didn’t almost make me come right then. My cock twitched, swelling to the point that if I didn’t do something about it, I’d be fucking her in this booth. “I can smell how much your body wants me,” I said, my voice husky, and placed her panties in my pocket.
“My body doesn’t know what it’s thinking.”
I chuckled, hooking a hand in the vee of her shirt and pulled her against me. Running my fingers up her inner thigh, I waited for her to push me away. When she didn’t, they grazed higher.
She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip.
My stomach twisted. “Look at me.”
Her eyes popped open.
“One night,” I said, running my fingers over the soft spot of skin between her thigh and pussy.
“I don’t really think—”
My finger moved to the soaked opening of her center.
She whimpered.
“Stop thinking. Just feel. I know you’re curious.”
She shook her head. “I’ve had sex before. I have no reason to be curious.”
Thrusting a finger into her hard, I paused. I didn’t want to hurt her but the fact she was trying to convince me she was experienced when I knew she wasn’t, pissed me off. No man would ever give her what I could. I knew my way around a woman. What they liked. What made them beg? But with Evvie, there was something more that I latched on to. I craved the day I could have her kneeling at my feet, looking up at me with lust and desire in her eyes, begging me to fuck her mouth.
“You haven’t had sex with me, Evvie,” I said, my voice coming out harsher than I intended.
“Brett, I don’t think…”
I thrust my finger in and out of her, inciting a moan to leave her beautiful full mouth. “You think too much. I want one night. That’s it. No rules. No commitments.” Inserting a second finger, I watched as her mouth parted, her tongue peeking out to lick along her lips. “One night of pure, raw, hot, messy sex.”
“If…if I say no?”
“Evvie.” I pulled her head back, finger fucking her pussy.
She cried out, her hips moving back and forth against my hand.
“You won’t say no.” I nipped her jaw.
“How can you be so sure?” she asked, licking her lips.
A smug grin spread on my face as I pushed my fingers into her as deep as her body would allow.
A breathless gasp escaped her lips.
Lowering her to the bench, I covered her mouth with mine and slowly pumped my hand between her legs. The music blared around us, the heavy beat pumping into my veins. The need to have this woman coming undone around me was enough to drive me mad. One look from her and I was done.
Her pussy was soaked, the liquid desire coating my fingers as I forced her to jump over that edge. “Your pussy is nice and slick, Evvie,” I said, trailing kisses down her jaw to her ear. “Did you want to come?”
“Oh God, yes,” she pleaded. “Please.”
Rubbing my thumb over her clit, I pressed and pushed until she was writhing beside me. “You like that?”
She nodded, chewing her bottom lip.
“Feel my fingers fuck you, Evvie,” I breathed against her neck, watching her. My hand sped up, the walls of her cunt clenching down around me. The cream from her body dripped out of her, no doubt soaking the bench we were laying on.
The need to see her break before me took hold. I pushed the pad of my thumb against her engorged clit.
She cried out, shaking through her release.
It wasn’t enough but, as much as I wanted to have her coming until she begged me to stop, I released her. Sucking my fingers between my lips, I swallowed the juices from her body and shivered. The acidic taste made my dick swell. “I can’t wait to smother my face between those milky white thighs of yours.”
She sat up, smoothing her skirt down her thighs. “Brett?”
“What’s wrong, Evvie?” I smirked.
“I…you…”
“What?”
She crossed her arms under her chest, jutting her chin. “You’re an asshole.”
I laughed, brushing the hair off her nape and ran a hand up her inner thigh. “I told you. By the end of the week, you will beg me.”
She smiled, taking a breath.
Our gaze locked and much to my own surprise, she cupped my dick over my pants. Her small hand fit perfectly around me.
Evvie rose to her knees, keeping her hand between my legs. She rubbed and pushed. Just the feel of her fingers touching me almost made me lose it. The drive to fuck her was on the tip of my tongue. “Do you like the feel of my cock beneath your hand?”
She licked my bottom lip. “By the end of the week, you will be begging me , Brett.”
I cupped her ass, pulling her against me. “I enjoy your confidence but I don’t beg. For anything. Especially not sex.”
“No?” she asked, rubbing her thumb over the tip of my cock.
My hips bucked. Fuck . “Oh, Evvie. I am going to enjoy making you beg.”
“How do you know I’ll beg?” she asked, the confidence wearing thin.
I winked. “You just begged me to let you come.” I grabbed the vee of her shirt, tugging her against me and licked up her earlobe. “You will beg.”
“I don’t beg for anything. Especially not sex.” She smirked, throwing my own words back at me.
I chuckled. Who was this woman that could make me laugh so easily? With her, I was comfortable, at ease. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Boss?”
Evvie jumped, pulling out of my arms and sat beside me.
Kane peeked his head in, his gaze landing on Evvie. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”
I grabbed Evvie’s hand, needing her touch. “No worries, my man.”
Kane looked between both of us. “You alright, Ev?”
“Yes,” she muttered.
He met my gaze. “Your phone has been ringing for the last half hour.”
I nodded once.
Kane closed the curtain, leaving me alone with his best friend.
“He cares for you,” I said, stroking my thumb back and forth over her hand absentmindedly.
“He’s my best friend.” Evvie pulled from my grasp.
“He wants more.” I wasn’t sure if that was the case or not but I needed to know who I had to fight to get to her.
“He’s like one of my brothers,” she explained. “And just as overprotective.”
I cupped the back of her neck, running my thumb over her pulse point. The thumping of her heart vibrated into my hand. I would make it my fucking goal to have her heart beat for me. My body stiffened at that thought.
“Did he threaten you?”
I smiled. “He tried to.”
“I swear…wait. Does he know about…?” She motioned between us.
“Does he know about what, Evvie?”
“Us?”
“Is there an us ?” I asked, trailing a finger down the length of her arm. I enjoyed watching the skin pucker with goose bumps.
“Well I didn’t think so, but…”
“But what?” I asked, reaching for her hand.
Her lips set in a grim line. “I refuse to be one of your whores, Brett.”
Ah. Again with that little issue. “You won’t be, but I want you for one night. No commitments.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Just one night?”