Red (A Brett MacLean Duet)

by J. M. Walker

  “What does that mean?”

  “Forget it,” I mumbled. I wasn’t going to beg for her to admit it. It wasn’t how I was wired.

  She grabbed my arm. “Brett, what’s your issue?”

  My back stiffened. I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall to the exit. “I don’t have a fucking issue.”

  “Brett,” she said gently that time.

  I stopped, spinning on her. “We need coffee, a shower and sleep.” I licked my lips. “After that…” I cupped her ass, pulling her against me. “I’m going to make you smell like me again.”

  ***

  The early morning sun was enough to make me drive a stake through my forehead. This was why I didn’t drink. Besides losing control, the hangovers were a bitch.

  My thoughts traveled back to the night before. It wasn’t something I normally did and I never lost it like that with a woman but with Evvie, I was comfortable. I couldn’t figure out why though.

  While I drove us back to her apartment, she groaned every time we went over a bump.

  I chuckled, placing my hand on her knee. “I know the feeling, Evvie.”

  She smiled, covering my hand with hers. “A shotgun would be the only thing that would make me feel better,” she mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose.

  Eyes burned into the side of my head. I turned, finding Evvie staring at me. “Checking me out, lover?”

  She looked away, her cheeks flushing. “Even hungover, you’re sexy as hell.”

  I grinned, running my hand up her inner thigh. Her skin erupted into tiny goose bumps, a notable shiver trembling through her. “I enjoy your honesty.”

  She laughed.

  Lost to her own thoughts, Evvie chewed her bottom lip and stared out the window. I wondered if she would ever tell me what she was thinking. If she would ever open up to me like I wanted to open up to her.

  Once we reached her apartment, I wanted to ask her if she was okay or what she was thinking about that caused a crease between her brows. But instead of manning up and growing a pair, I left my car and went around to her side. Opening the door, I held out my hand. It was something small but, when she placed her hand in mine, it was enough to push me over the edge.

  She swallowed hard. “Brett?”

  Slamming the door shut behind her, I pushed her up against the side of the car and gripped her hips.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, slapping her hands against my chest.

  I leaned down, brushing my mouth along the side of her neck and breathed in her scent. Vanilla. Peaches. Sex. Everything that made up this beautiful woman. “I can’t stop touching you.”

  She gripped my jacket, pulling me harder against her. “Then why do you seem pissed?”

  Running my hand down her spine, I cupped her ass and pushed into her at the same time. I nipped the spot below her ear. “Because. I can’t stop touching you.

  “Brett,” she panted.

  Releasing her, I cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

  We walked to the elevator. More like she walked, I stomped. Fuck me, I was losing my shit. The longer I spent time with this woman, the more I fell. Which meant, the more I let my guard down.

  We rode the elevator in silence. She wouldn’t meet my gaze, no matter how hard I tried to stare a hole in her head.

  Once we reached her floor, Evvie stepped out into the hall with me hot on her heels. The curve of her ass fit perfectly in the extra pair of uniform pants I had found. They were too small but they worked for the moment. Then, people wouldn’t have to see her in just my dress shirt. That was for my eyes only.

  When she stopped at a door at the end of the hall, I slid my fingers between hers.

  She sighed, squeezing my hand.

  “Kane will be pissed that I’m here,” I mumbled.

  “Right now, I don’t give a shit what he thinks.” She unlocked the door and threw her keys on a table that leaned against the wall. Her apartment smelled like lemons. For someone who lived with a man, the place was spotless.

  I wanted to ask her why she decided to live with Kane. How they met. Did they go to school together? Did they ever date? I wanted to know more. I wanted to live in her comfortable world and stay there instead of getting wrapped up in the darkness that invaded my mind.

  While Evvie walked into the kitchen, I was left taking in everything around me. Fashion and car magazines littered the coffee table. A pillow sat on the floor instead of on the couch where it should have been. The end table held a couple of empty beer bottles. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t immaculately clean, but it was home.

  “He’s not home,” Evvie called from the kitchen.

  My heart jumped. Perfect.

  “Do you want me to leave?” I asked her just as she came into the living room.

  “No.” And with that, she headed down the hallway.

  Follow her.

  I didn’t know what Evvie wanted. A part of her was closed off just as much as I was. I didn’t know why. Maybe she didn’t trust me. I wasn’t proud of my reputation but I had been bored. She had to understand that since meeting her, I hadn’t been with another woman.

  The tiny hairs on my body vibrated, a slight twinge of pain erupting behind my eyes. I took a breath and then another, forcing the memories of my past behind me. She wouldn’t win. Not again. I didn’t care how much she begged and pleaded for me to forgive her, my mother was dead to me.

  Pinching the bridge of my nose, I counted to ten before I made my way down the hall. Evvie tested my patience. Made me fight and work damn hard to make her open up to me. But when I didn’t do the same, how could I expect it from her? Fuck my life.

  The further I walked down the hall, the louder the shower became. My dick stirred, pushing against the fly of my pants at thoughts of water dripping off of Evvie’s delicious body.

  I quietly pushed open the door, revealing her standing by the shower in just my shirt. Seeing her like that set me off.

  In two steps, I was on her and pushed her into the stall.

  She gasped, the water raining down over us, soaking the shirt she was wearing completely.

  I fisted her hair and pulled her head back. Grazing my teeth up the side of her neck. A growl left me as I pushed her with my hips up against the wall.

  I was so damn hard, I couldn’t control the urge to dominate her completely. Spinning her around, I held her against the wall and circled my waist against hers.

  She pushed back against me.

  With my free hand, it roamed up her hip, digging into the flesh of her ass. My breath was hot against her skin, my heart raced, pounding in my ears. I had never been so damn desperate for someone.

  “Seeing you in just my shirt makes it hard to be in control,” I breathed against her neck.

  “That’s not my fault.”

  I frowned. “Why would you think it is?”

  “It’s the way you look at me,” she said softly.

  I turned her around, placing both hands on either side of her head and stared down into her eyes. “You don’t like the way I look at you?”

  Evvie grazed her fingers down my chest. “Not when you’re pissed, no.”

  Everything in me told me to tell her that I wasn’t mad at her. It wasn’t her fault that I was losing control. None of it was. But like the tool that I was, the only thing I did was unbuckle my belt and pull off my pants.

  Her gaze roamed down the length of me, her nostrils flaring at the sight.

  “Strip,” I told her, my voice rough.

  Her eyes snapped up to mine. Just when I thought she wasn’t going to listen, she unbuttoned the shirt and let it slide off her.

  I reached for her hand and pulled her in front of me, letting the water rain down over us. “I’m never pissed with you, Evvie,” I whispered.

  My hands roamed down her arms, my fingers lightly brushing the sides of her full breasts. She was absolutely breathtaking. This woman would unravel every piece of me.

  “Waking up
this morning with you in my arms made me realize something.” I kissed her shoulder.

  “What did you realize?”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer that.

  When I didn’t respond, she turned in my arms and cupped my cheek, running her thumb over my bottom lip. “Brett?”

  I couldn’t look her in the eyes for fear that I would fall. I fell once and got my heart ripped out in the process.

  When I finally did meet her gaze, she gasped. Not sure what she was seeing, I ignored it and pushed her face first against the wall of the shower.

  “Make love to me,” she blurted.

  That last piece of control inside of me snapped. I growled, fisting her hair and tugged her head back. “I don’t make love, Evvie,” I snarled in her ear. Wrapping a hand around my cock, I gave it a couple of pumps before I kicked her legs apart and thrust into her so hard, a delicious whimper fell from her lips. “I fuck and I fuck hard .”

  She moaned, slapping her hands against the wall and took everything I had to give her.

  I bent her over, ran my hand down her back, and landed a hard swat on her ass. Gripping her hips while my other hand held her hair, I impaled her on my cock, slow and deep.

  Her core clenched as I gave her long even strokes, my pelvis hitting her ass after each rough impact.

  She tilted her hips, taking me as far as her body would allow. “Harder.”

  I grunted, lifting her waist after each thrust.

  She moaned.

  “Come for me,” I growled. My command set her off. She screamed, her pussy squeezing me like a fist.

  My hips sped up. “Fuck, Evvie. Your cunt’s nice and tight.”

  She panted, pushing back against me, and met me thrust for thrust.

  My balls tightened, my body on the verge of finding that release it craved but suddenly, I stopped. My chest tightened. I needed to get away.

  I released Evvie and left the shower before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my hips. God, what the hell was wrong with me? Evvie felt good. So damn good. Too good. But she was cracking these walls I had built up to protect myself and I didn’t like it.

  I headed to her bedroom.

  “Brett, talk to me.”

  My back stiffened. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I sat on the edge of her bed. I took in my surroundings. White curtains. White walls. White duvet. Everything was fucking white. And there I was with a darkness inside of me that would taint her purity.

  I felt the bed dip behind me. I felt a kiss on my neck. “Evvie,” I breathed.

  She trailed kisses along my upper back, leaning her naked chest against me.

  I rested my head against her shoulder, my still rock-hard cock standing proudly beneath the towel wrapped around my waist.

  Her fingers brushed over my abs before delving deeper. She kissed my nape. “Why did you stop in the shower?” Her hand brushed the base of my dick making it jerk under the towel. When she cupped my balls, a low groan escaped the back of my throat.

  “I don’t know why I stopped,” I said through gritted teeth.

  Evvie rose to her knees behind me and wrapped her other hand around my jaw. She kissed my neck. “Well I’ll give you the release your body craves,” she whispered in my ear as she started stroking me from base to tip.

  My hips started pumping into her hand. My heart raced. My body heated. “I...fuck.”

  Evvie grazed her teeth over the soft skin under my ear.

  I shook, gripping the edge of the bed. As much as I wanted to throw her down and fuck the shit out of her, something inside of me, something that had never been touched before, wanted to submit to her. Even if it was just for a moment, I needed to give this to her.

  When her hand picked up speed, I groaned, throwing my head back. “I need. Inside. You.”

  “No, I want to watch you.” Her hand moved up the length of me, squeezing harder as she brought her fingers back down to the base.

  I turned my head toward her, watching her face as she held me in the palm of her hand. “You want me to break?”

  Evvie brushed her mouth along mine. “I want to make you think of just me.”

  “I do,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “Faster.” I moved my hips in tune with her even strokes. Sweat coated my brow, my breathing picking up. “Harder, Evvie,” I demanded. When she didn’t do as I said, I ripped the towel off and covered her hand with mine. My fingers curled around hers, guiding her, showing her what I needed. I would teach her.

  My balls tightened, warm spurts of my release shooting out of my dick onto our joined hands. “Evvie,” I growled, coming hard onto my lower stomach.

  She kissed my neck, released my dick, and brought her hand up to her mouth. Just when I thought I had seen everything, she licked the cum off of her fingers and moaned.

  Pushing her onto her back, I crawled between her knees. I leaned down, brushing my nose along her neck and inhaled. “Mine .”

  CRUSHING MY MOUTH to hers, I took everything that she was and made it my own. Evvie Neal was mine. Completely and utterly mine.

  The kiss became frantic, her hands digging into my shoulders as I fucked her mouth with my tongue. Tasting myself on her lips sent an unexpected jolt of electricity racing through me, but it only made me kiss her harder and faster.

  Evvie wrapped her hands around my neck, pulling me tighter against her at the same time as I sank my cock deep into her body.

  A gasp escaped her, her body arching beneath me.

  I pulled out, driving back into her sweet body nice and slow.

  From somewhere off in the distance, a door slammed shut.

  I released her mouth, a wicked spreading on my face. “Think you can be quiet, lover?” I asked, pulling out of her completely.

  Evvie panted.

  Lowering into her in a hard thrust, she let out the sweetest whimper.

  “Shhh,” I said, covering her mouth with my hand and kissed her jaw.

  Bringing her knee up to her chest, I picked up the speed. Not that I wanted Kane to hear us. I wanted this woman laying beneath me to lose all control. To give me her submission and let me give her the pleasure I knew she craved. She may have acted innocent but get her in bed, and she was my ever-willing slave.

  Evvie cried out around my hand, squeezing her eyes shut.

  “Every time I’m near you,” I breathed against her neck. “I need to have you.”

  She panted, spreading her legs wider for me. She opened herself to me completely. Her submission, her trust that I would take care of her, caressed that dominant side of me. I couldn’t wait to explore things further with her.

  My thrusts sped up, powering into her with a fervor that bordered on desperate. “It’s a need so strong, it possesses me.”

  Evvie moaned, her core clenching around me as my thrusts hardened.

  Replacing my hand with my mouth, I licked along her bottom lip before delving deep inside. My hands roamed down the sides of her body, kneading their way along her soft flesh. This woman wrapped around me was the one in control. She always had been. When I realized that, my body tensed. No, she was not like the others. She wasn’t like her .

  “Brett?” Evvie said against my lips.

  I lifted my head, brushing a finger down her cheek before kissing her softly on the mouth. Slow and tender, I licked my way back in between her lips. The kiss was so soft, it sent a shot of pleasure straight to the tip of my dick.

  She deepened the kiss, trying to take control as she lifted her hips up and down.

  I wasn’t one for making love or taking things slow but fuck me if Evvie didn’t make me want to. She tested my limits and forced me rethink everything I thought I was made of.

  My balls tightened, pulling up into my body when a shuddered breath left me. My release poured into her, Evvie’s name leaving my lips on a hard growl.

  She pulled my mouth down to hers, swallowing my groan.

  As I pushed into her one last time, she shook around me, her pussy clenching my dick i
n a vice-like grip as she came hard.

  Evvie covered my face in soft kisses and wrapped her arms around me.

  “I enjoy when you smell like me,” I said against her mouth.

  “Brett, I think we should—”

  A soft knock on the door made her jump.

  “Brett, phone,” Kane said, his voice muffled by the closed door.

  I lifted my head and looked down at Evvie, a sly grin spreading on my face.

  She blushed, chewing her bottom lip.

  “Never been caught with a man in your bed before, lover?” I asked, pulling her lip free from her bottom teeth.

  She huffed, pushing me off of her.

  I chuckled, resting my head on my arm and pulled the sheet over my waist.

  Evvie rose from the bed and slid into a robe before answering the door. “Hi, Kane.”

  “Brett’s damn phone has been ringing for half an hour.”

  “Thanks, man,” I mumbled, knowing exactly who was trying to get a hold of me.

  “No problem, boss. And Evvie? I’m not cleaning the bathroom.” He laughed, handing her my cell phone.

  Evvie scowled, slamming the door shut.

  “Red looks good on you,” I teased.

  She glared and slapped the phone in my hand. Pulling off the robe, she crawled onto the bed beside me.

  I tugged the sheet up higher around us.

  Evvie rested her head against my chest, wrapping her arm around my waist.

  Rubbing her upper back in small circles, I checked my phone. Fifteen missed messages and twenty-two texts. All from Claire. Fuck me.

  “Shit.” I knew it was her who was trying to contact me but a part of me hoped I was wrong.

  Throwing the phone on the bed, I scrubbed a hand down my face. My shoulders tensed, my stomach twisted. I never should have slept with Claire. I never should have given in when she begged me to fuck her. Now she had her claws latched into my motherfucking soul and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

  “Is everything okay?”

  My jaw clenched. I gently pushed Evvie off of me and rose from the bed. Picking the towel up off the floor, I wrapped it around my waist.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, hopping off the bed.