“Do you know what I had planned for our drive home?” I bit out.
“No,” he said, leaning against the door.
I shook my head. “Of course you don’t.” I wanted to tell him about the odd phone conversation with Evan but I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the man standing a few feet away from me.
“You’re pissed.” Brett rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, the veins in his thick forearms protruding at the movements.
My mouth watered as memories of those strong arms holding me, flooded my mind.
Maybe I was overreacting. Anna could be a nice person. I bit back a scoff. No woman could be friends with Brett or even just work for the guy and not want to fuck him. It wasn’t possible. I was living proof of it. “Where’s your friend?”
“She went back to her place to grab some things,” he responded, watching me.
“Did you sleep with her?” The words left my lips before I could even think twice about what I was asking.
His gaze snapped to mine, his jaw clenching. “Why?”
I didn’t move from my spot at the counter as he stood behind me. “Did you?” I demanded.
Brett’s fingers grazed the back of my neck before trailing down my arm.
The light touch sent goose bumps raising over my skin. My body hummed. It had been way too long. Self-satisfaction wasn’t enough when you had this man to take care of your every waking desire.
“Are you jealous?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on my bare shoulder.
“Should I be?” I watched him in the mirror as his lips parted, reining soft feathery touches on my skin.
He fisted a hand in my hair and pulled my head back.
I gasped, my core throbbing at the rough but delicious movement while I gripped the counter tight.
“The answer to your question, my little vixen, is no, I did not fuck her.” His other hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing my jaw in a firm hold.
I swallowed. “Ever?”
Brett tugged my head back further. “We’re old friends. I’ve never fucked her.”
“Okay,” I whispered. As jealous as I was of the beautiful British woman, I believed him. I had to.
Our gazes collided in the mirror.
“Do you believe me?” he asked, his voice lowering.
I nodded.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“Yes, I believe you.” But I still had a feeling that Anna wanted more from him than just friendship.
“Good because you are it for me,” he whispered, nipping the soft skin just under my ear. “My one.”
I smiled. “My only.”
A cheesy grin spread on his rugged handsome face.
My body vibrated at my head being restrained by him and I reveled in it. Needed it on a level I hadn’t felt in weeks.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, grazing his teeth up the side of my neck.
Yes. “Hmm…no,” I teased.
He paused and looked at me in the mirror, momentarily stunned by my lie. His eyes darkened. “It makes me hard knowing how jealous you are.”
I licked my lips and smiled. “Not as bad as when you get jealous.”
“Keep your hands on the counter,” he snarled.
A hot shiver ran down my spine at the hard command but even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t. I was frozen in place, needing the control from him that I always so willingly gave in to.
“You didn’t miss me? At all?” he asked, smoothing a hand up the back of my leg under my dress. “I think you’re lying.”
I jumped when his finger brushed over my soaked opening.
A deep growl erupted from his chest as he pushed two fingers into me.
I whimpered as he pumped into me and spread my legs, taking him deeper.
“Your body deceives you, lover,” he purred. He released the hold on my hair and lowered to his knees.
Cool air coated my skin when my dress was lifted to my waist.
“Do you know how hard I am, knowing that you weren’t wearing any panties all this time?” he husked.
My body bucked when his thumbs spread my folds and his tongue entered my pussy. “Brett,” I cried out.
He moaned. “Fuck me, I’ve missed the sweet taste of you.”
Brett lapped at my center, licking all the way up between my ass cheeks, lubricating me.
A hot shiver ran down my spine at the unexpected pleasure in an area no man had ever been before. A rush ran through my body at him taking me to new heights. New amounts of ecstasy that I would only travel to with him.
His tongue brushed back down to my core. It thrust into me at the same as his finger brushed over the puckered area at my rear.
God, I missed him. The way he knew everything about my body, what I liked and didn’t like, left me breathless. He controlled me, owned me in a way I never thought was possible.
His arm wrapped around my middle as he dove at my core, devouring me to the point of breaking. He held me tight, making love to me with his tongue when his finger entered the tight hole in my rear.
I moaned, clenching around him, embracing the burning of the tight sensation. “More.”
He snarled and pushed his finger all the way, pumping into me at a frantic speed.
My body shook as I gasped for breath, feeling an onslaught of pleasure erupting from deep within me. An undeniable amount of bliss exploded from inside of me and I screamed, the powerful release shaking through my body.
After my muscles calmed down, he released me and rose to his full height. He wiped his chin, a smug smile spreading on his face as he unbuckled his belt.
I bent over the counter and waited in baited anticipation.
Brett fisted my hair and turned my head, covering my mouth in a hard bruising kiss. His tongue invaded my lips, taking control as he ran the tip of his cock over my sensitive clit.
I always loved tasting myself on him. The sweet acidic juices from my body, swirling through my senses, making my core pulse.
I jumped, a shiver running down my back while he continued to tease me.
His hips moved, thrusting his cock between the folds of my pussy. The velvet softness of his length rubbed over the hardened nub. New sensations traveled through me at how good it felt.
“Brett, please,” I moaned.
His breathing picked up. “Tell me.”
“Fuck me. Now,” I demanded.
He thrust into me so hard, my waist lifted off of the counter. He didn’t wait for me to get used the size of him. He was as desperate for me as I was for him. His hard frantic movements turned rough as he gripped my hips, plowing into me with a fervor I hadn’t felt from him in a long time.
“Shit, Evvie.” His length swelled inside of me, pouring his semen into my center but his thrusts didn’t stop. “Come for me. I need you with me.”
I pushed back against him, our bodies slapping as I felt his long cock hitting a bundle of nerves that were meant just for him. A tremor of ecstasy roared through me and I broke, crashing over waves of bliss as his name left my lips.
“Don’t move,” he said, pulling out of me.
His warmth trickled down my thighs and just when I was about to question him, he thrust between my folds.
A hot shiver ran down my spine as he covered my sex with his release.
“Feel me all over you,” he husked.
“I do.” I reached between my legs and wrapped a hand around his thick cock. I moved my hips, rubbing myself over the length of him, the fluids from our bodies coating my hand, my thighs, my core.
“Faster,” he growled and fisted my hair, pulling me to an upright position.
I leaned my head against his shoulder and squeezed him.
He grunted. “Come on my dick, Evvie.”
My body burned as I circled my hips up and down his length. Gasping for breath, I shook, a tremor of a pleasurable high erupting through me as he rubbed over my aching clit. His name left my lips, bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.
His cock swelled and before I could even process what he was doing, he thrust back into my waiting heat, lifting me into the air. “Lean against me.”
I did as he said when he grabbed under my knees, spreading me open to take him deeper. I swallowed a gasp.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your greedy cunt,” he growled and pushed into me as deep as he could go.
A whimper escaped my lips, my muscles burning from the added force. I craved the pain, embraced it even as he pumped into me hard.
He held me suspended, pulled out and slammed back into me.
I could feel the liquid from his previous release running down my inner thighs. It was messy, hot and sexy as hell.
His sharp teeth grazed up the side of my neck making my core pulse. He grunted and bit down.
An explosion set off inside of me and I whimpered his name.
Brett thrust into me one last time before shaking through his own release. He kissed my neck, holding me in the air.
Our breathing labored, I sighed in peaceful bliss. “Don’t leave. Ever again.”
He placed me back on my feet and turned me in his arms. “Next time, you’re coming with me.”
I smiled and pulled off my dress.
Brett wrapped an arm around my middle and brushed his knuckles over the top of my mound before pushing a finger through my folds.
A moan escaped my lips and I gripped his shoulders tight, digging my nails into the hard contours of his muscles.
He leaned down, his hot breath scorching my neck as he inhaled. “I’ve missed smelling me on you.” His finger entered me, pushing his semen deep inside of me.
A shudder tore through me and I threw my head back, slowly moving my hips against his hand.
“Do you like that, my little vixen?”
I nodded and chewed my bottom lip. “I’ve missed you being inside of me.”
His blue eyes darkened, filling with hunger knowing that I wasn’t just talking about his cock.
Him in general, I’ve missed. I never wanted to be away from him again. I didn’t care how long it was for.
His thumb pushed against my clit, setting off a quick explosion.
I shook, trembling in his arms as I came hard and fast.
A smug smile formed on his lips as he brought his hand to my mouth. “Open. Taste our orgasms, lover.”
My lips parted, the sweet scent of my arousal mixed with his previous salty release rushed into my head, making my mind spin.
I took his fingers in, sucking them as hard as I could.
His nostrils flared. “Swallow,” he growled.
I did as I was told, my pussy pulsing at him being inside of me in more ways than one.
He replaced his fingers with his mouth. Biting, nipping, sucking my tongue in hard rough pulls. “I’ve missed you. So fucking much.”
My heart swelled to the point of exploding but I needed to taste more of him. I gently pushed him back and with shaky legs I turned on the bath before looking back at him. “Video chats aren’t as satisfying, lover boy?”
He grinned and unbuttoned his shirt before kicking off his pants.
My mouth watered at the glorious sight standing before me. His tanned hard body, chiseled and strong from hours of working out, his length growing, begging for my touch again. God, I couldn’t get enough of this man.
“See something you like?” he asked, taking a step towards me.
I met his gaze and licked my lips, waiting.
“Kneel.”
That one hard demand always did me in. Lowering to the floor, my skin hummed as I knelt before him.
His nostrils flared as he wrapped a hand around his growing erection. He leaned down and gripped my jaw, pushing my head back. Placing a hard kiss on my mouth, he sucked my bottom lip before releasing me.
I moaned, swaying towards him at the delicious impact.
He smirked. “It’s been over a month since I’ve fucked that pretty mouth of yours.”
A breath left me on a whoosh. I would never get used to the way he spoke so casually about sex.
He licked back into my mouth. “You’re going to swallow my dick and then I’m going to fuck that tasty pussy over and over again for the rest of the night. You want that?”
I panted and nodded.
“You want me inside of you, filling you with my come?” he purred.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Good. It’s been too long.” He leaned his head from side to side, cracking the tendons in his thick neck. His gaze met mine, his hold on my jaw tightening. A wicked glint flashed in his heated stare. “You have no idea how much I want to come all over that hot little body, making you smell like me. Marking you as mine.”
My core pulsed at the image he put in my head.
“Hmm…maybe my little vixen would like that.”
The way he dominated and took control, always left me aching and panting for more. I craved him. He was my drug and I was like a junkie that needed my fix. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I got my fill of him. A dark part of me knew that I would never be satisfied and that sent a thrill down my spine.
TWO
The black satin dress hugged my pale curves, the hemline stopping just above my knee. The built in bra enhanced my already full bust giving me a look of sex appeal that I normally didn’t embrace.
I pinned my curly hair up on my head as Brett entered the bedroom. Since he had been away, I couldn’t leave his place, needing to be as close to him as possible, so I moved some of my clothes in.
Warm arms wrapped around my middle followed by a light peck on the side of my neck. “Hmm…I enjoy seeing your stuff in my home.”
“Really? It doesn’t freak you out?” I asked, turning in his embrace.
Brett frowned. “Why would it freak me out?”
I poked him in the chest. “Because you are Brett MacLean. Budding super star in the nightclub world,” I teased.
He rolled his eyes and cupped my ass, pulling me flush against him. “Knowing that a piece of you is always here, does not freak me out, Evvie.”
My heart thumped.
Since he came home from New York a week before, something switched in our relationship. I didn’t realize it until I was lying in his arms every night, staring up at the ceiling wide awake. I more than loved him. It was an all-consuming powerful need that I felt. I had to have him. Those same words he told me weeks before, reined in my mind. We were hungry, desperate for each other and we couldn’t get enough.
I cleared my throat and pushed out of his grasp. “We have to go.”
“We have time,” he growled in my ear and pulled me back in his arms.
I smiled. Even if we didn’t, he didn’t care. He had shown me every day since he got back how much he had missed me. He cooked for me, showered with me, and spent every waking moment with me. Even when we were at work we were always together.
And tonight, he would make time again to show me how much he missed me. How much he needed my touch. You’d think that he was gone for years but being gone for just a month, almost did us in.
He released me and stepped back. “Bend over the bed and lift your dress. And, lover?”
I did as he said and looked up at him over my shoulder.
A wicked glint flashed in his gaze. “I’ll try not to be too messy.”
***
My muscles ached, burned and twitched with every movement. Every step I took, I could feel him deep inside of me. Marking me. Owning me. He took possession of me from the very beginning. With one look, one touch, I was his.
As we walked hand in hand into Brett’s club, Club Red, I couldn’t help thinking about the last week. And to think, I would have him all to myself in two weeks. In Mexico. No cares, no worries, just him and I. To enjoy each other’s company, to get to know one another more. We may have been in love but our relationship happened so quickly, we really needed to take a breather. I didn’t know his favorite color. I didn’t know what movies he liked to watch, if any at all. My stomach clenched.
I hardly knew anything about him.
The hairs on the back of my neck tingled.
I looked up and met his gaze.
He kissed my head. “Thinking about me?”
I smiled. “I always think about you.”
A smug grin spread on his handsome face as he wrapped a hand around my neck. “Were you thinking how just a half an hour ago, my cock was buried deep inside your pussy?”
My core pulsed. “God, even your words turn me on.”
He chuckled and kissed my nose. “I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
My heart swelled and I linked our fingers as we walked down the dim narrow hallway. “I—”
“Surprise!”
We stopped in our tracks as the lights flashed on and a group of people surrounded us. I gaped at the multi-colored balloons and streamers hanging on the ceiling.
Anna greeted us, wearing a short black satin dress much like the one that I was wearing. She squealed and threw her arms around Brett, forcing him to let go of me. “Happy Birthday, gorgeous.”
My mouth fell open. Birthday?
Brett’s cheeks flushed and he looked away. “My birthday isn’t until Sunday, Anna.”
“Why the hell didn’t I know this?” I asked, grabbing his arm and turning him towards me.
He met my stare, his mouth grim.
“Uh…I’ll be mingling. Come find me when you’re done.” She turned on her heel and headed in Kane Stohl’s direction. My roommate and Brett’s bouncer flashed a toothy grin when he saw the British bombshell approaching him.
“Evvie.”
I looked up at Brett. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He shrugged.
The movement was so casual yet it still sent a flutter through my belly.
“It’s just another day,” he mumbled and nodded at people as they walked by us.
“Brett,” I said, my voice firm.
He raised an eye brow and wrapped an arm around my waist. “I didn’t think you would make a big deal of it.”
I pushed him but his hold only tightened. “Of course it’s a big deal. It’s your birthday.”
“So?” he said, kissing my forehead.
I huffed and pried out of his grip. The fact that Anna knew about his birthday and that I didn’t, pissed me off. “How come she knew about it then and not me?” I winced at the whine in my voice. What the hell was wrong with me?
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