Men in Control: Special pack: The Smith Brothers Series

by Brenda Ford

  “Oh, God.” I slam Nelson back against the door and stuff my hand down his pants, just needing to hold him. I gasp loudly, loving the silky feel of his rock hard cock in my hand. “Nelson, you’re so big.”

  I want to take him between my lips again, to feel him banging against the back of my throat, but we don’t have much time and I really need him buried inside of me. So, when I pull him free, I don’t drop to my knees. I play with him for a while, just watching his face contort in bliss, He’s s handsome and all vulnerable like this. It causes a stir in the pit of my stomach, in my chest as well. It’s the feeling that I might be falling for this man. More than I should be. This is dangerous enough as it is without adding deep feelings into the mix, but I can’t stop them.

  Just as I feel like I might be about to freak the fuck out at that thought, Nelson clears my mind of any worry by changing things up. He spins me around until it’s my body pressed up against the door, where he wastes absolutely no time in shoving my panties to the side and plunging his fingers into me.

  “So wet,” he hisses into my ear, his breath tickling all over me. “So hot. Is that for me?”

  “All for you,” I groan. “It’s always all for you. You’re the only one who can do this to me.”

  To think I have gone all these years in my life without this intense passion. Without this feeling of being truly special. If I hadn’t gone down the rabbit hole in to what I knew was dangerous, then I never would have done either. To be honest, if I fall for this man and it all goes tits up when he goes to college then I still won’t be able to regret it. This has been such an incredible affair, one that I will remember forever, and it’ll be worth it.

  “Fucking hell.” His fingers massage my insides making my heart pound so hard I fear it might explode out of my rib cage. “How are you so magic with those delicious fingers of yours, Nelson?”

  I still haven’t quite worked out how this is all so new to him when it comes so naturally. Aren’t virgins supposed to be bumbling and unsure? Not commanding and sexy as hell. Plus, what the hell is wrong with all the girls his own age? Have they not seen him? I can only assume that he doesn’t want them…

  “Holy shit.” I toss my head back allowing my hair to slip down my back as Nelson kicks things up a notch by rubbing his thumb all over my clit. The combination of the plunging and the stroking is too much for me to handle. I’m dizzy with desire. Every moment is shoving me closer and closer to the edge…

  Just as I’m about to beg him to stop because I’m about to explode already, Nelson whips his fingers away, leaving me alone and incredibly frustrated. The growl that flies out of my mouth is unlike anything I have ever heard from myself before. He’s turned me into an out of control, feral beast, and I kinda like it.

  “Be patient, Miss Clark,” he smirks and winks at me, making my heart flutter. “I’m coming for you.”

  I can’t catch my breath while I wait impatiently. I find myself lost in the hooded desire in his eyes. He wants to eat me alive, to consume me whole, and damn it, I want that as well. Unfortunately, we have to wait a moment for him to sheath himself in protection. A necessary evil if we don’t want any little accidents to turn this into a life-long affair to remember forever. I certainly don’t think this young man needs that.

  Me neither, come to think of it. I have enough baby daddy drama and my baby is twenty two.

  Fortunately, we share so much passion that none of the heat has died down by the time that deliciously thick cock of his teases my entrance. Because of the height difference between us, he has to lift me from my feet, so my legs automatically wrap around him. Clamping on to him to keep him in place. Once he kisses me again, I flip my hips off the door and slide him into me. He fills me up, my body stretches around him, and it feels incredible. It’s impossible to stop myself from seeing stars each time he thrusts hard into me.

  The door rattles every time he slams against my body, I am definitely crying out too loudly for this to be discrete, he’s making a racket as well. It would only take one student or another teacher to come in here for everything to blow apart and for me to be found out, yet I can’t stop, I won’t stop, it feels too good.

  He buries his face in my neck, his moans vibrating against my hyper sensitive skin, my fingers dig so hard into his skin. I’m sure my nails are leaving a mark, but still we carry on. The passion has swept through us like a tsunami and with every passion second, Nelson is pushing my body to the peak of the wave, and when I crash it’s going to be hard. Probably so hard that it will rock the walls of the whole school…

  “Nelson!” I scream as I fall as hard as I knew I would. My walls clamp around him, coaxing the orgasm from him at the same time as I buck and writhe under the sheer power of the bone shattering pleasure. The more that my head spins and my body opens up like a flower, the more Nelson loses it too, and soon we are screaming and coming together, holding on to one another like there is no tomorrow.

  “Wow.” Nelson slumps to the floor, defeated, with me still wrapped around him, and we crumble in a heap on the floor. “Oh my goodness, Amelia, you are so incredible. I wish we weren’t in school.”

  “Why?” I pant out. “What would be different if we weren’t at school?”

  “I could hold you.” He gently kisses the top of my head. “I don’t just want to have sex with you. I want to hold you in my arms afterwards, to sleep beside you, to wake up with you, to talk… all of it. There are so many experiences that I want to have with you, Amelia, and it’s hard to have to wait for them.”

  Wow. It’s hardly a surprise that I’m falling for him when he says things like this. He doesn’t sound like an idiotic eighteen year old boy with a teacher fantasy. He sounds like the real deal. I so want to be sensible and not get my head in a spin over this, but he really isn’t making that simple for me.

  “Soon,” I whisper, hoping that it’s a promise rather than a dream that can’t ever happen. “We will soon.”

  I snuggle into him for a couple more seconds, knowing that I will need to let him go soon, so I want to savor every moment before then. There might be so many things about this fling that are wrong, but it feels so freaking right. No one has ever made me feel so great. Even in the early days with Lux it wasn’t as nice and special.

  If only this could be forever more… I think to myself, trying really hard to be rational. If only…

  Chapter 17 - Nelson

  “That was ridiculous, wasn’t it?” Jake declares as we walks out of the final test, English. It was a breeze for me, I actually enjoyed it. It’s been a while since I sat and focused on language and literature, so it was nice. It reignited my passion for everything to do with English and has reminded me how excited I am for my future…

  Not that I have made any decision when it comes to my future and college, but hey, let’s take one step at a time.

  “Are we having a party today?” someone cries over my head. “You’ve sorted it, right, Jake? It’s at your family home. When the fuck does it start because I’m ready to get wasted! Celebrate the end of this shit.”

  “Yeah, of course, buddy. It starts in the next couple of hours. Just give me time to get it set up.”

  “You’re coming, aren’t you, Nelson.” One of the football guys who’s name I can hardly recall cries out while slinging his arm around my shoulder. “It will be the last time you get to see any of these beautiful faces… well, all of us together anyway because summer is on its way and people are scattering.”

  I don’t really want to. I’m not so much in the mood. I would much rather be with Amelia tonight… but his words create a wash of nostalgia over me. I suppose this really is my last time to see everyone and while I might not one hundred percent like and care about all of them, I should celebrate the end of an era.

  “Sure, why not.” I half shrug. “Could be a good laugh.”

  As a cheer erupts, I feel a hand on my arm, and I turn to see Luna smiling at me. I haven’t seen her since that night and I’m ins
tantly worried that it’s going to be awkward. But she’s smiling brightly and looks all relaxed.

  “Hey, did I hear you say you’re going to the party tonight? I’m thinking about it.”

  “Yes, I am. You should go too.” I’m sad that me and Luna only just connected. We could have had a good friendship throughout school. “We can support each other through the meat market.”

  She laughs and nods at me. “Shall we go together… but only as friends, obviously!”

  “Awesome.” I hand her my cell phone. “Give me your number and we’ll go from there.”

  As she types her number on my screen, I feel a pair of eyes on me. I spot Amelia walking down the hallway towards me. I chill, hoping that she doesn’t get the wrong impression from this. I hope she doesn’t think there is something happening here. I want her to know that I’m only into her. I shoot her a reassuring smile, which I think I get back, but I’m not sure… I guess that it’s weird me getting Luna’s number and she doesn’t have mine. That I will have to change.

  “Right, well I will give you a call later then.” I take my phone back. “See you soon.”

  “Amelia.” I press my lips to hers the moment I crash through her window. “I’ve been waiting to see you.”

  “Oh my goodness.” She giggles. “What’s going on? You’re all needy today.”

  “I was just worried that you saw me getting Luna’s number earlier and you thought…”

  She presses her hand to my chest to silence me. “I didn’t think anything. You’re fine.”

  I cock my head to one side and watch her curiously. She really doesn’t look jealous. Maybe this is the benefit of being with an older woman. She has too much self-confidence to herself. She knows how great she is.

  “Okay, well she’s just a friend anyway. We have this party tonight and she didn’t want to go alone.”

  I don’t want to push things by mentioning what happened the last time we were together. There isn’t really anything to tell anyway. Nothing happened, we just decided not to rush and lose our virginities. I also won’t tell Luna that I lost mine, because I can’t tell her with who and I know she’s bound to ask that.

  “The last day of school party?” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully. “Sounds fun. And you look good. I like this shirt on you. You look really handsome, all dressed up. It’s very hard to resist you.”

  “Hmm, well if you don’t want to resist me then you probably shouldn’t because I can never resist you.”

  “Ooh, I know. And you know I would. But I don’t want you to miss out on the party.”

  I sigh loudly and shake my head. Who would have thought the day would come where I would turn down sex with Miss Clark to go to a party… but we have all the time in the world. I need to remember that.

  “Obviously I wish that you could come… but it’s probably best that you don’t. I don’t want you to see me all drunk and stupid. It’s bound to get a bit out of control tonight since it’s the last one.”

  “Well, don’t get into any trouble.” She pulls me back for one last kiss. “Have a good time.”

  I don’t want to leave. The more time I spend in Amelia’s arms, the better it feels here and the idea of a party sucks. This is much better… but I do have to go. I promised Luna and I also don’t want to miss out. So, eventually we pull away from one another and I swing on the tree, climbing back into my own room. I watch her at the window for a few moments, my heart aching, but eventually I need to go. This isn’t how I thought I would spend the first day of the rest of my life, but me and Amelia have forever. We have the rest of our lives. I’m still keeping that thought at the forefront of my mind at all times, just to keep me going.

  The party turns out to be a good laugh, although I definitely don’t knock back as many beers as I thought I would. It might be a blow out, but I just prefer to have all the control over myself. It helps me to have decent fun and to keep an eye on everyone else as well. Particularly Luna, who seems determined to lose her virginity again. I have warned her not to a lot of times, but I think that she might be beyond listening.

  The college talk surrounding me is starting to get to me as well, which is putting me off drinking more. Why am I the only idiot who hasn’t decided what I want yet? Why don’t I want to decide either? I suppose because of Amelia. I’m terrified to make a choice about my future in case it affects her.

  “Hey!” someone yells gruffly, somehow making so much noise than the music which has crept up over time. Luckily, it doesn’t seem to bother Jake’s neighbors. I guess they are used to parties out in his giant yard. “Hey, where’s Rosie? This a fucking… a fucking kids’ party, isn’t it? Where is she?”

  The mention of Rosie spikes my curiosity. The only Rosie I know lives next door to me and is linked to Amelia. This causes me to push through the crowds to try and figure out what the hell is going on.

  “Oh! What the fuck? I don’t want to speak to you, you little asshole. I want Rosie.”

  I stop dead when I see who Jake is arguing with. The man… the guy who I’d almost forgotten existed until this very moment. The tattooed guy who was dragged out of Amelia’s home when the police were there. Now he’s here, looking for Rosie, which is ridiculous because it’s a high school party. She isn’t going to be here… but I’m more concerned about what he wants with Rosie. He looks mean and incredibly drunk.

  “Just get out of here, old man,” Jake sneers. “There isn’t any Rosie here, you old perv.”

  The guy lashes out, trying to punch Jake but because he’s so wasted, he just falls forward. This creates a trickling of laughter from everyone which only winds him up further. Since I’m the most sober person here, I feel compelled to step in to stop this before it gets out of control, and also to get the information.

  “Hey, excuse me.” I press my hand to Mr. Tattooed’s chest, which he smacks away. The rage boils behind his eyes. I wonder if he knows that we have already seen each other. “Are you looking for Rosie Clark?”

  “Fucking Rosie Clark. That bitch changed her name as well? She’s supposed to be Rosie Franks.”

  “Franks?” What the hell is he talking about? “I only know a Rosie Clark and she isn’t here. Everyone here is a lot younger than her. But I do know her, so why don’t you tell me what you want with her?”

  He runs his eyes up and down me, clearly disgusted. “I’m not telling you. Call her. Get her here.”

  “I’m not getting her here when I don’t know what’s going on. No way.”

  “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He catches me off guard by grabbing my collar and slamming me backwards into someone. Probably Jake who has gone very quietly. “You get her here. I need her.”

  “Who the fuck you think you are?” I struggle against him, finally causing him to lose his grip.

  “Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you? I’m her father, okay?”

  Her father? I’m stunned into silence. I don’t know what to say to that. This man slept with Amelia? He was with her before? They were probably married at some point… I can’t see it. It doesn’t make any sense. Me and him couldn’t be more different if we tried. And he seems like a low life as well. How did she end up with a man like him?

  “So, get her here, okay?” he growls. “That fucking bitch of an ex-wife of mine won’t let me see her. She’s turning my daughter against me and I don’t like it. I deserve to see her.”

  “She’s twenty two,” I gasp out. “Why haven’t you been in her life before then?”

  “Oh, fuck you. I haven’t been able to because I’ve been in jail. That fucking Amelia put me in jail and left me there to rot. She would have me back there now if she wants. I guess you know her too, if you know Rosie.”

  I hear a few whispers behind me about Amelia being Miss Clark. I guess they have put two and two together. This asshole has basically come here to ruin her reputation and he’s succeeding. That makes me furious. I might not fully know what’s going on here, but I do know that I won’t t
ake it.

  “Don’t speak about her like that. If you were in jail, it would be for a reason.”

  “Like she didn’t fight back!” Those words make my blood run ice cold. Do they mean what I think they do? “She isn’t as perfect as she likes to make out she is, you know? She’s a little slut. A bossy bitch who looks her nose down at everyone. She fucking acts like she didn’t wind me up and bring all her problems on herself.”

  “Clearly, you don’t know her.” I’m burning hot, anger is all over me. I forget about everyone around me. It’s just me and him in this hell. “Now get the fuck out of here because Rosie isn’t coming.”

  “Get her here. She’s my child and I deserve to see her.”

  I ball my fists up, rage consuming me. “It doesn’t sound like you are to me.”

  “What did you say?” He steps closer to me.

  “I said it doesn’t sound like you do deserve a chance.”

  That’s the moment the first punch lands.

  Chapter 18 - Amelia

  This quietness is nice. No one is home but me, no one is coming here any time soon, and I’m enjoying it. A nice dinner by myself and a glass of sweet wine in my hand is all I need. Plus, the drama movie that I have wanted to watch for ages is on the TV, which I’m really enjoying. This evening is just so wonderful…

  Only I can’t quite relax into it. I would love to. I want to take this for what it is, but my mind keeps racing off to the high school party where Nelson has gone with some young girl called Luna looking like that. I know what he said to me and I do trust his words, but I just can’t stop picturing all the girls dripping off him, wanting him. How will he be able to resist when they are all so much younger and hotter than me? Their bodies all perfect because they haven’t given birth yet. What if they show him? What if he wants them? He’s insatiable. In the sex department, since he’s started with me, he wants more all the time. What if I’m not enough?