The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  I am not letting her go back inside, even if I have to carry her kicking and screaming. “Please, let me take you home. It’s not safe for you to stay here. You can barely stand.” I’m trying to get her to realize how drunk she is without getting slapped again.

  “Oh, and you think I’m safe with you?” She lets out a hard laugh.

  Her words make me pause. “Yes.” I frown. “Why do you not think you would be safe with me?” I step up to her as my heart pounds in my chest. What if she pulls away? What if she lets me get close? How far will I allow this to go?

  She stares into my eyes as I continue toward her until our bodies are touching. Her body goes stiff against mine, but she doesn’t move away.

  “Tell me, Angel, why aren’t you safe with me?” I wrap my arms around her body, bringing her even closer to mine. She’s so small, and my arms feel so good wrapped around her. “Why not?” I repeat.

  She looks up at me and swallows. “It’s not you…” she whispers.

  “Tell me,” I say harshly, needing to know.

  My tone startles her, and she closes her eyes for a second. When she opens them, she takes a deep breath. “Because I don’t trust myself around you.” She lowers her head to look at our feet and rests her forehead on my chest.

  And there it is; the reason she has been pushing me away. I release the hold I have around her body, and wrap my hands lightly around her dainty wrists. I feel her body break out in goose bumps as I slowly start to make my way up the length of her arms to her shoulders. They travel over her neck, making her gasp. Her skin is soft and smooth, and I want to take my mouth along the same path my hands just took. I want to taste every inch of her skin, drink her in.

  My hands continue until they tangle in her soft hair, and I lightly pull to bring her face up to mine. I lower my lips down to meet hers. I have to kiss her. There is no way I am going to waste another second without feeling her lips on mine. I need to know the feel of them, the warmth of them. I have already waited too long, and I can’t deny myself any longer. I have to taste her lips on mine.

  My lips brush hers softly, and she starts to pull her head away, but I hold her head still by her hair. “Don’t,” I whisper against her lips, making her body tremble.

  I continue to hold her lips close to mine as I let my eyes search her face. I can feel her breath on my face, and it is intoxicating. “I’m going to kiss you. Just this once, please. I need to kiss you, Angel.” At this point, I am not too good to beg.

  “Okay,” she says against my lips breathlessly. “Kiss me.”

  That is all the invitation I need.

  I press my lips to hers, and I feel my body come alive as her sensual soft lips make contact to mine. She lets me control the kiss, soft and slow. I pull back as her tongue gently licks my bottom lip. I open up a little more for her, and she takes my bottom lip into her mouth, lightly biting. I can’t help but moan in response.

  My dick is so hard for her that it aches. Her body moves closer to mine as she wraps her arms around my neck. I can’t hold back anymore. My tongue enters her mouth, and her tongue meets mine with the same passion.

  My hand tightens its hold on her hair and she moans with pleasure, moving closer to my body.

  She slows the kiss down and pulls away. I slide my hand down the rest of her soft curls as she opens those gorgeous emerald eyes, looking up at me.

  “Why do you call me that?” she whispers quietly. Call her what? I apologized for calling her a whore, didn’t I? “Angel.”

  Smiling, I place the back of my knuckles on her face and stroke her soft cheek. I lean down, looking into those beautiful green eyes. I can’t stop touching her. I run my thumb over her bottom lip, I already want to kiss them again.

  “You are an Angel to me. The first time I saw you in that white dress and that breathtaking smile you have, you just had a glow about you. You reminded me of an angel.” My angel.

  She gives me a warm smile that takes me breath away. “You’re so gorgeous, Angel,” I whisper. I don’t think I can tell her that enough. I reach down to take her hand in mine. “May I take you home? Please?” Begging and apologizing is easy when it involves her.

  She nods her head once.

  I lean down, softly kissing her forehead, then take her hand in mine as we walk to her car. I have to place my other hand on her back, helping to stabilize her because she is still drunk and stumbles a few times.

  I help her into the passenger seat first, then walk around the car to get behind the wheel. I start the ignition, then look over at her. Her eyes are closed, and her head laid back on the headrest. I pull out my phone to text Micah and let him know that I was taking Angel home. I look around to back us out of the parking spot and see her eyes are open, staring right into mine.

  “Slade,” she says in that sexy voice that makes my erection throb. “I’m sorry for slapping you. I don’t know what came over me.” She reaches out and cups her palm over my wounded cheek. I give her a smile and take her hand, turning it around to kiss the back of it.

  “It’s alright, Angel. No need to apologize. I deserved it. I’m truly sorry for what I said to you.” She nods her head. I really do feel horrible for calling her a whore. She is right, I know nothing about her and have no right.

  “I’m not ready to go home.”

  “Where would you like to go?” I look over at her, but she is already passed out. I turn my car in the direction of my house.

  *****

  SAMANTHA

  My God, his hand felt good holding mine. And that kiss! It was mesmerizing. His hard muscular body felt so good against mine. Good God, did my body react to his every touch. I couldn’t hold back the moans and goose bumps that broke out over my body when he touched me. I know he had the same reaction to me. I felt his massive erection in his pants.

  “Angel?” I love it when he calls me Angel. “Angel?” I hear him saying it again, closer to my face this time.

  “Hmmm?” My eyes are still closed, and my body feels heavy from the alcohol, but my nerve endings are still tingling from that kiss.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck, baby.” His face feels so close to mine...if I can just lift up a bit, I’m sure I can kiss him again. I try opening my eyes, but they are just too heavy.

  I feel his hands on my arms as he wraps them around his neck. I lace my fingers together behind his neck as he lifts me out of his car. “Am I home?” I take in a deep breath, snuggling my face into his neck. Just the smell of him is making me moan with want. I relax my body, letting his strong arms carry me into the house.

  “I brought you back to my place. You told me you didn’t want to go home before you passed out,” he says cautiously.

  My heart rate picks up, knowing we are at his home alone. After that kiss, I want him. Hell, I’ve wanted him before that kiss. I want to feel that hard body on top of me...his lips on mine...his hands on my skin.

  I tighten my hands around his neck, lifting my head from the crook of his neck up to his ear. As he leans closer to my lips, I stick my tongue out to lick it and he brings us to a stop, gripping me tighter in his arms.

  “What are you doing?” His voice is husky, turning me on even more.

  “You know what I’m doing,” I whisper in his ear, and I feel his body shiver. I start to nibble on his ear, and he hisses, gripping me tighter as he starts to walk again.

  He walks us into a dark room as I continued to play with his ear, but as we come to a stop, I release it. Setting me down on the end of the bed, I open my eyes and look at him. It’s hard to see him in the dark room, but I don’t care. I don’t need light to feel how hard his body is for me.

  He bends down and removes my heels one at a time. When he sets the last heel on the floor, he stands and walks over to the side of the bed. I turn around, getting a burst of energy, and crawl over to him. He leans over in front of me and turns a lamp on that gives out just a little hint of light.

  I reach up and put my arms around his neck, kissing him
before he can get away. His lips open for mine as soon as they touch. I let my tongue enter his mouth, exploring, and he kisses me back without hesitation, running his hands up and down my legs. His lips are magical. Tasting me and teasing me, kissing me like he’s been craving me, like he can’t get enough of my lips on his. He is such an amazing kisser. His hands are firm as they grip my thighs. I want to feel that same sensation all over my body.

  “Fuck, Angel,” he breathes heavily, pulling away to look at my face. He bends his head back down, crashing his lips to mine again and not giving me a chance to voice my opinion on this situation. Which is a good thing; I am incapable of speaking.

  I begin to pull him onto the bed, and he moves willingly, pushing my back down onto the soft comforter and straddling me. He places one hand on the bed next to my face, and massages my breast over my shirt with the other hand while we kiss.

  I undo the button on his jeans and move for his zipper. He stops kissing me and reaches down to grab my hands. He sits up a little as he lifts my hands above my head, holding them softly against the mattress. His aggressiveness makes liquid pour between my legs, and desire bloom in my stomach. I have never been with someone who wanted to control my actions, or lack thereof. I like it!

  He slowly leans down and gives me a soft kiss on my lips. “Just what do you think you are doing, Angel?” A slow sexy smile forms on his face.

  “You?” I breathe, wiggling my body beneath him. He starts to shake his head no.

  “Please?”

  Begging? Am I going to beg him?

  Yes, I am. I can feel his long hard length above my stomach. It’s not going to take much begging on my part.

  He takes both of my wrists in one of his big hands and trails his free hand down my arm. My breath catches as his thumb moves over my collarbone.

  What is he doing to me? God he is so fucking sexy. I growl in protest as he lifts his hips off me and sits down beside me, still holding my hands above my head with one hand. I can’t take my eyes off him as his hand continues its descent and cups my sex. I gasp and lift my hips, begging him to touch my sensitive spot.

  “God. Please, Slade.” He is torturing me. The need I have for him is overwhelming. I try to remove my hands, but he holds them down effortlessly. I try to lift my hips, but he places his leg over me and holds them down. I am completely immobile.

  “Slade.” Why is he making me wait?

  “I know, Angel.” He bends his head down to kiss my mouth as he starts undoing my shorts, but his hand stops and he pulls his mouth away from mine. “You sure you want this?” He asks calmly.

  I want to scream at him! How can he be this calm?

  “You have to tell me, Angel,” he says softly.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I need to calm down. My head is spinning, from both Slade and the alcohol. When I open my eyes and look into his, I see it. They are clouding over, making them a darker shade of blue, and his jaw is twitching. His body might seem cool and relaxed, but inside he is holding something in; something that he wants to release.

  I want him to release it on me. I want to experience anything and everything he was willing to give me. I finally found my voice. “Yes. I want this. You. Please. Please, fuck me.” I have never talked dirty. I hope I don’t sound stupid.

  He rewards me with a slow, sexy smile that makes my insides turn with anticipation. “Oh, Angel, I’m not going to fuck you, but I do want to hear you scream my name as you come tonight.”

  Not have sex? What does that mean?

  I don’t get to ponder on that much longer. He pulls my shorts down, stopping them mid-thigh. He can’t remove them all the way because his other hand refuses to let my wrists go. He pulls my panties to the side, then slowly slides one finger up and down my fold.

  “Fuck, Angel. You’re so wet.” He continues to tease me, rubbing his finger up and down lightly.

  I should be embarrassed that my body is dripping for him, but I’m not. My need for him outweighs my embarrassment.

  “Please.”

  He kisses me, hard. It is a dominating kiss, taking control of my mouth and stealing my breath. Suddenly, he roughly enters a finger into me. I try to scream, but I can’t. He’s still kissing me. I have never experienced anything like this before. I don’t think my body had ever been so turned on by a man.

  He pulls his mouth away from mine, and I take in a deep breath as he presses a second finger in me gently. His thumb starts to rub my sweet spot. “Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my fingers.”

  I moan at his words, and start to lift my hips up as his fingers work in and out of me.

  “Christ, Angel,” he whispers. He retracts his fingers slowly, and I groan in frustration.

  “Slade,” I pant. He slides them back in as deep as they will go. I arch my back, taking in a deep breath.

  “That’s right, baby,” he says as his face nuzzles my neck. “This is mine. Understand?” He wiggles his fingers inside of me, emphasize what he’s talking about.

  I nod, trying to take in another breath. He can have whatever he wants.

  “Say it, Angel,” he whispers.

  “Yours,” I whisper.

  I feel him smile against my neck as he pulls his fingers out, then works them back in roughly. My orgasm starts to build as his thumb continues circling. I want to fight it; I don’t want this to end. I try to pull my body away from him so I can calm myself down, but it is pointless. He feels me trying to pull away, and his fingers get more forceful.

  “God,” I say breathlessly. I’m panting, finding it hard to breathe.

  “That’s right, baby. Come for me.” He places his lips on my jaw line, kissing his way up to my ear. “I want to feel you come on my fingers, Angel,” he whispers in my ear. “Just let it go.”

  His lips find mine again as my body finds its release. I try to cry out, but his kiss once again swallows my attempt. I bite down on his lip, and his hands grip my wrists so tight that I’m sure he’ll leave bruises. He moans in my mouth as his fingers grow more forceful between my legs. I am no longer in control of my body, and I’m enjoying every minute of it. I ride the wave as my body comes apart underneath him.

  It is the best experience of my life.

  CHAPTER NINE

  SLADE

  I slowly loosen my hand from her wrists, but don’t let go.

  Fuck. What is she doing to me?

  When she said she wanted me to fuck her, I knew I was in trouble. I wanted to, badly, but I couldn’t do that to her. I want more from her than just a one night drunk fuck; I just don’t know how to explain that to her.

  I could feel how tight her body was; she needed a release, so I gave her one. Now I’m afraid that was a bad idea because my body wants her. No, needs her. The way she was panting and moving her hips underneath me... I knew if I let her get her hands on me I wouldn’t be able to stop her, or myself for that matter. I never thought she would get so turned on from it. In the process, it made me want to control her every move. She made me want to release something I never knew I had. Then, when she bit my lip...Jesus Christ! It took everything I had to not ram my cock into her and show her she was mine. That I could possess her body in a way no one else could.

  I like knowing I have control of situations. That’s also a reason why I have stayed single all this time. I have seen too many friends lose drive and desire for what they want to pacify some demanding bitch. It also plays a factor as to why I am a lawyer. There’s no better high than going into a courtroom, with the odds against you, to dominate and conquer.

  When it comes to sex, I’ve always had a go with the flow kind of attitude. Willing to try anything and everything, but I’ve never restrained a woman in any way. I always thought there was nothing sexier than a woman who knows what they want. I didn’t mind sitting back and watching a girl show me what she likes or tell me how she wants it. A woman massaging her breasts while I eat her out is hot. I enjoy watching as they pleasure themselves while I also pleasure t
hem. A woman massaging her clit while I fuck her pussy is even hotter!

  So I thought…

  Nothing is hotter than her letting me have complete control of her. I started losing control of my own thoughts since the first time I talked to her on the phone. I’ve lost all control of fucking everything since then. But as I held her down, I had my control back. I don’t want her pleasuring herself. I want to be the only reason she lets out a moan, a whimper, a gasp. I want her to only feel my touch.

  She loved it just as much as I did. Her pussy was dripping for me, and it stroked my ego every time a noise came out of that perfect mouth of hers, knowing the only reason for that sound was because of me.

  I remove my fingers from inside of her and place them in my mouth. “So fucking sweet.” I want to bury my head between her thighs and fuck her pussy with my tongue until she orgasms again, but there is plenty of time for that. She isn’t going to go anywhere.

  She is mine!

  I get up and straddle her again as her body continues to shake. Her small frame is shaking, her chest rising and falling, her lips parted slightly. She is a sight to look at. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  She opens her eyes to look up at me. “Sorry for what?” Her voice is very quiet.

  I bring her wrists up to my lips and start to kiss them. “For hurting you. I didn’t mean to squeeze them that tight.” I look down at her little wrist in my hands, bruised with red marks.

  “Don’t be sorry.” She blushes, and I can tell she liked it. I liked it too. She wiggles her hips a bit, and I know she feels my hard dick. Her eyes close a little getting that look of want in them. I have to do something, and fast.

  “Hang on.” I run to the bathroom and wet a washcloth. I walk back over to the bed and gently clean her as she lies there, looking at me.