Red (A Brett MacLean Duet)

by J. M. Walker

  “Yes?”

  “Strip,” I demanded before I could stop myself.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Take off your clothes. I want you naked in my bed, ready for me.”

  “How long are you going to be?”

  God, I wished I could see her right now. “Long enough. You bare for me, lover?”

  “Yes.”

  “Pull back the covers.” I imagined her naked on my black satin sheets. “Done?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. Now lay on the bed and close your eyes.”

  “Brett.” She was hesitating.

  “Close those beautiful eyes or else I’ll tie you to my bed and blindfold you,” I threatened, entering my apartment. I chuckled when she didn’t respond right away. “Would you like that? You strapped down, spread open for me to do whatever I want?”

  Her breathing picked up.

  “Would you like that, Evvie?” I asked again.

  “I like anything you do to me, Brett,” she whispered.

  “I know. But as much as I would love to see you bound and open for me, that will never happen.”

  “Oh. Why not?”

  “Because I’m selfish. I like the feel of your hands on my body. Your nails scratching down my back as I fuck that beautiful pussy.” Although a part of me would love to see her bound, her body dripping, and begging for my cock, I wasn’t sure if I could ever restrain her. I had meant what I said. I needed her touch. It was the only thing that kept me calm anymore.

  “God, I love the way you talk.”

  “Good.” I made my way to the hall leading to my bedroom. “Now close your eyes and spread your legs. Picture me kissing from your toes to your ankles, then to your calf. Now I’m licking up your inner thigh and placing a soft kiss on the freckle at the crease.”

  Evvie moaned.

  “Want me to continue, lover?”

  “I need you here. Right now,” she pleaded.

  I took that as my cue, hung up my phone and entered the bedroom.

  She jumped, her eyes popping open to land on me. She was absolutely breathtaking. Completely and utterly naked for me. A soft pink flush trailed over her skin.

  Sitting in the chair on the other side of the room, I placed my phone on the arm of the chair and waited.

  “Brett, what are you doing?” she asked, sitting up.

  I smirked, rubbing my chin, and loosening the red tie from around my neck. “Get off the bed.”

  She did as she was told and took a step toward me when I raised my hand, stopping her. I pointed to the floor.

  “On your knees. I’m going to make you beg for my cock.”

  She lowered to her knees, licking her lips.

  Unbuckling my belt, I pulled my aching cock free from the restraints of the fabric, and stroked a hand up the length of it.

  The flush on her skin became more pronounced the longer I denied her access to me.

  “You like watching me?” I asked, sliding my hand from base to tip.

  She nodded, inching her hand up her inner thigh. Ah, sweet girl wanted to play. As much as I wanted her, I enjoyed this little game to see who would break first.

  When her fingers reached her center, I bit back a groan, my hand picking up speed. Her clit peeked out from between the lips of her pussy.

  “Finger your pussy,” I said, my voice husky.

  Evvie spread her legs wider, showing me her soaked cunt, and inserted a finger deep inside. She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth.

  “Fuck, lover,” I growled, squeezing the tip of my dick. “Come for me.”

  Her eyes widened. Brushing her finger over the little cherry, she cried out, her body shaking.

  “That’s it. Stroke your clit. I want to watch you come against your hand.”

  “Oh God. Brett.” She moaned, whimpering through her fast release.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Charging for her, I lifted her, threw her on the bed, and pulled her toward me.

  She gasped, gripping the blankets tight in her hands.

  Cupping her nape, I held her down, wrapping my hand around my cock. “Beg.”

  Evvie looked over her shoulder, watching me.

  “Lover,” I breathed, my hand pumping fast and hard when my own release shot onto her tailbone. “Shit.”

  “Brett?”

  I met her dark gaze.

  She licked her lips. “Now I’m begging.”

  ***

  The next morning, I let Evvie sleep and went out the kitchen to make some coffee when I noticed that it was already made. My heart jumped, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “How long have you been here?”

  “Long enough.” Claire came up beside me and poured herself a cup of coffee.

  “How long?” I repeated, not liking the fact that she could have heard or seen Evvie and I fuck. “Claire.”

  She winked. “So, does she always submit to you or do you lose control for her too?”

  I snatched the mug from her and threw it in the sink before pushing her up against the wall. “You need to get the fuck out of my life.”

  Her pupils dilated.

  Fuck . I released her, putting some distance between us. “You can’t be here. Evvie will wake up soon.”

  “That’s fine.” Claire wrapped her arms around my middle. “I can be quiet.”

  “Stop.” I pushed her away from me. “You can’t do this. You need to move on.”

  “You know that won’t happen.” She poked me in the chest. “You need me. I’m the only one who can give you what you want.”

  “How many times do I have to tell you that we’re through?”

  “She won’t even know, Brett.” Claire ran her hands down my chest. “Come on, baby. Have a taste of what you’ve been missing these past few weeks.”

  “Get your fucking hands off me.” I shoved out of her grip but she wouldn’t back down. She grabbed at my t-shirt trying to run her hands beneath it. “Claire, stop.”

  “I know you’ve missed me. Can that little whore please you like I can?”

  “She’s not a fucking whore,” I bit out. “Now get the hell out of my apartment.”

  “Where is she?” Claire left the kitchen. “In your room?”

  “You need to leave.” I grabbed her arm, pushing her toward the door.

  “Oh yeah, Brett. Push me. You know I like it rough. Does your little slut please your dark sadistic desires, baby?”

  My back stiffened. The hairs on my nape suddenly tingled. I turned, finding Evvie standing at the entrance to the foyer.

  Claire turned to her, raising a perfectly arched brow.

  “Call me a slut or a whore again and I’ll drive that perfect face into my knee.” Evvie placed her hands on her hips, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

  “You sure have yourself a real lady, Brett,” Claire told me, trying once again to grab my hand.

  “More than I can say for you.” Evvie laughed. “At least I’m not desperate enough to show up at my ex-lover’s apartment.” She took a step toward Claire. “Did you beg him? Get on your knees and grovel? Is that how you got him to sleep with you?”

  “You’re a bitch,” Claire spat.

  “Oh, little girl, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Evvie sneered. “Now get the fuck out.”

  Claire looked between us and took a step toward Evvie. Just when I thought I would have to pry them apart, Evvie tilted her chin, standing her ground. My dick swelled. I never had someone fight for me before. Not someone who was worth anything to me.

  “I will be back…” Claire smirked. “Slut.”

  “I look forward to it.” Evvie glared.

  Claire shoved past me and left the apartment, the tension in the air leaving with her.

  Heading to the living room, I sat on the couch and scrubbed a hand down my face. How I could ever let myself get wrapped up with someone like Claire, was beyond me. She was nothing, whereas Evvie was everything. Evvie was who I needed but I couldn’t shake my ex.
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  Much to my surprise, Evvie sat at my feet and leaned her head against my knee.

  I expected her to lash out, to yell and scream that we were through. That she didn’t want to deal with a crazy ex who refused to take no for an answer.

  “I’m so fucking sorry,” I muttered, wrapping my arms around Evvie’s shoulders. “I—”

  “I’m scared, Brett,” she blurted.

  I pushed her forward and sat on the floor behind her. Pulling her against me, I ran my nose up the length of her neck. “I love you and only you. Please know that.”

  Evvie turned in my arms and leaned her head against my chest.

  We sat like that for what felt like an eternity. No talking. Just touching. I could feel the little trust Evvie had for me slipping away and I had no idea how to get it back.

  AFTER CLAIRE LEFT , things weren’t the same. Evvie tried to be empathetic but a part of me wondered why she didn’t freak out. If it were the other way around, I would have. I felt possessive of her and we had only been together for a few weeks. This need to mark her and claim her as mine wasn’t normal. It controlled my thoughts, my actions. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Evvie Neal. I felt her before she entered a room. Her smile made me happy and keeping that smile on her face was my ultimate goal.

  Evvie and I spent the rest of the morning in bed. As much as I enjoyed being inside her every chance I got, something was off. She was rougher like she was staking her personal claim on me. It was hot as hell having a woman become possessive over me.

  I didn’t know how to get Claire to leave me alone without filing a restraining order but I didn’t need that drama. My club was only a few years old. Trying to make it in this business meant I had to keep my nose clean and out of the tabloids.

  “Are you okay?” Evvie asked me while I drove us to The Red Love .

  My jaw ticked, my hand gripping her inner thigh. “I’m fine.”

  She snorted. “Right.”

  Under normal circumstances, I would have spanked her for her sass but I didn’t. My head was a mess.

  Once we arrived at the club, I gave Evvie a quick peck on the cheek and headed to my office. I needed to be alone to think. Not that it would do any good seeing as I hated getting inside my head. It was why I had a reputation. Having control during sex silenced the noise. It put the demons at bay where I could focus on pleasing whichever partner I decided to fuck at the time. But with Evvie, I wanted more. I wanted everything. I loved her. I meant it every time I said it.

  Leaving her to tend the bar, I was working away on my computer when I got a text. I ignored it but it made me see red.

  Unknown: Miss me?

  Unknown: You know who this, don’t you?

  Unknown: I will see you again. In time.

  Fuck me.

  Me: Lose my number, Claire.

  I couldn’t deal with this shit right now. Rising from my chair, I went to the bar and poured myself a tumbler of the rum I had imported. The sweet liquid slid down my throat, easing some of the tension in my shoulders.

  Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly and fought the urge to demand that Evvie come to my office so I could take out this aggravation on her.

  Instead, I headed out to the bar area, hoping to have a drink and just enjoy her company.

  “Hey, boss.” Kane came up beside me, handing me a clipboard. “This is the work order for the new lights that will be put in the booths against the wall.”

  “Why am I only getting this now?” I asked, signing my name at the bottom of it.

  “Because the owner of the company is a fucking tool,” he grumbled, taking the clipboard back. “And his staff is no better. I’ll get this out to him.”

  “He’s here now?” I raised an eyebrow. “You know this is supposed to be done every Monday.”

  “Yup.” Kane grunted. “The owner apparently forgot about your order.”

  “Fine.” My jaw clenched. “Put this in, but next time I’m using someone else.”

  “Sure thing.” Kane clapped me on the shoulder and headed to the back of the club where the deliveries took place.

  I shook my head, rubbing the back of my neck, but it did nothing to ease the stress in my muscles. My thoughts traveled back to the texts that came in only a couple minutes ago. I needed to get my number unlisted.

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I made my way to Evvie when I saw her talking to a guy I had never seen before. Every rational thought left me the closer I got to her.

  The man noticed me first. He raised an eyebrow, his jaw ticking as I approached them. He was tall, with a shaved head and tattoos lining every inch of exposed skin from the jaw down. He asked her something but I was still out of earshot so I couldn’t hear what was said.

  Evvie turned around, her eyes widening when they landed on me.

  I knew I shouldn’t have assumed the worst. I knew I should have just gone up to them and introduced myself like a polite businessman I portrayed myself to be. But I didn’t.

  The man closed the distance between us, getting in my face. “Problem, asshole?”

  I smirked, crossing my arms under my chest and waited. He was my size, maybe a little bigger, but I didn’t give a shit. I had trained with Kane and he was a beast.

  “That depends,” I said, staring him down.

  “On what?”

  “Who you are.”

  “That’s none of your fucking business,” he growled.

  “It is my business when another man is talking to my girlfriend.” I took a step toward him, not caring in the least that we were in public.

  Much to my surprise, the fucker pushed me. Before I could think about what I was doing, my fist landed across his jaw.

  “Both of you, stop,” Evvie demanded, pushing her way between us.

  “Evvie, get the fuck out of my way,” the man demanded.

  “You need to watch your tone with her.” I didn’t give a shit who he was. She was mine and it would be over my dead body before I let some asshole speak to her that way.

  “Guys, stop.” Evvie pushed me back. “Please.”

  At that point, I felt another presence. Knowing it was Kane, I didn’t even bother to look and kept my focus right on the fucker who thought it was okay to speak to my woman the way he did.

  “Take him home, please,” Evvie told Kane.

  Home? The fuck?

  “Evvie, this fucker started it,” the man said, pointing at me.

  “I don’t care who started it. You just got out of jail. Do you want to go back for fighting, jackass?” Evvie spun on me. “Office. Now .”

  If this bastard just got out of jail…my stomach tumbled. Shit . Keeping a straight face, I didn’t let it be known that I figured out who he was. Didn’t matter anyway. He still shouldn’t have talked to his sister that way, family or not.

  “You’re mine, lover,” I told her, cupping her nape and placed a hard kiss on her lips.

  “That is my brother, Brett.”

  Figured as much. “Shit.”

  “Yeah,” she grumbled. “Time to start kissing my ass ‘cause I’m so fucking pissed right now.”

  I pinched her chin. “I enjoy kissing your ass.”

  She huffed, pushing out of my grip. “Office.”

  My body stirred. Fuck me, I loved it when she was demanding.

  Heading to my office, I didn’t wait for her, knowing she would eventually follow. I just had to figure out how to make it up to her.

  Knowing Evvie enjoyed listening and dancing to music, I turned on the sound system set up in my office and waited for her.

  Once the door opened, I was on her.

  She jumped.

  Shoving her against the door, it slammed shut behind her. But as much as I wanted to fuck her and show her how sorry I was, I held her instead.

  “I’m so fucking sorry,” I told her, wrapping my arms around her middle.

  “You hit my brother, Brett. What the hell were you thinking?” she asked, shoving out of my grip.

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��Evvie.” I went to reach for her but she brushed past me instead and sat on the couch.

  “I didn’t know he was your brother.” I closed the distance between us, stepping between her legs.

  “And that would make it okay if he wasn’t?”

  I hovered over her, placing my hands on either side of her head on the couch. “I didn’t say that.”

  “What are you saying then?”

  “I’m saying that I don’t like it when any man touches you. I don’t care who the hell it is.” I gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at me.

  Evvie pushed against me but my hold only tightened. There was no way I was letting her run from this.

  Brushing my mouth along hers, the soft contact sent a shiver down my spine and hit me right in the tip of the dick.

  “You can’t stop every man from touching me,” she whispered, grabbing my wrist.

  “Maybe not. But I will make it my mission to fucking try.”

  “You don’t trust me?” Her voice was sliced with a hint of pain.

  I frowned. “Of course, I trust you.” I trailed my mouth down the length of her jaw. “I don’t trust other men.”

  “If you trust me, like you say you do, then you have nothing to worry about,” she said, pushing out of my hold.

  I grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head. “I can’t control it. The feelings I have for you, Evvie…” I breathed hard against her neck, not even sure how to get the words out.

  “Do you love me?” she murmured.

  I lifted my head, searching her face. “What I feel for you is deeper than love. It’s an all-consuming need. It’s like you have a firm grip on my heart and with one twist, it would shatter into a million pieces. You have that control, Evvie.”

  “I don’t—”

  I let go of her wrists and knelt at her feet before wrapping my arms around her waist. Pulling her onto my lap, I trailed my finger down the length of her jaw and over her bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” she asked, curling her fingers in the hair at my nape.

  “For loving you too much.” I didn’t even know if that was possible but the need to have Evvie submit to me completely was overwhelming.