The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  I open my eyes.

  “You’re lying. Tell me what’s wrong, Angel. Did I hurt you last night? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

  I get so lost in those blue eyes that it takes me a moment to comprehend what he just said. He thinks he hurt me? Why does he think that? Last night was wonderful. Well he was wonderful. Me, not so much.

  “I….um, I’m embarrassed.” I feel my throat start to clog up. Why do I feel so vulnerable right now?

  His eyes go wide. “Of what?”

  “Everything I did last night. Slapping you...begging you...how I sucked at, you know.” I can’t even say it.

  He lets go of my hair and neck, turning me around to face him. I frown at the sight of him having a shirt on. I place my hands on his hips as I look up at him.

  “First of all, I deserved the slap.” His knuckles graze my cheek softly. “The begging, well, don’t think I didn’t want you, Angel.” He cups my cheek in his hand.

  “You want me?” God, could I sound anymore pathetic? I let out a shaky breath.

  “Oh, Angel.” I love that! “How could I not? I can’t explain it, but you make me feel something. Something I can’t describe.” He runs a hand through my hair. “I want to get to know you. I want to take you out to dinner tonight. Will you let me do that?”

  My head is spinning. Can I trust him? He always treats girls like they mean nothing. Why will I be any different? That’s what I want with him, though, right? Wasn’t that what I was begging him for last night? A one night stand?

  I take a deep breath. It’s just dinner. He’s not asking you to marry him. If it’s only sex, then it’s only sex. No big deal, right?

  “You didn’t suck at it. Not in the least. It was amazing. You were amazing.” He kisses my forehead then leans his forehead against mine.

  I feel his phone vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulls it out and scowls, reading a text message before he puts his phone back in his pocket without responding.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, nothing to worry about.” He gives me a smile. “Stay with me tonight.”

  It wasn’t a question. I start shaking my head no, but he reaches up and tightens his hands in my hair. I whimper as my legs go weak.

  “I want to hear that perfect mouth of yours scream my name tonight.” He whispers against my lips as his baby blue eyes search my face. My eyes close and he pulls my head back, placing his lips on my neck and trailing tender kisses up to my jaw line. “I want to feel your body shake after I make you come.”

  Liquid pours between my legs as the memory of last night plays through my head. “Why wait?” I say breathlessly as my hands fumble to find his sweatpants.

  His hands release my hair and reach down to grab my hands, pulling them behind me where he pins them to my back. “Do you want me to make you come again, Angel?” he whispers into my ear.

  His words and hot breath on my ear cause me to shiver. “Yes.”

  “Want me to remind you what’s mine?”

  My breath catches in my throat. “Show me.”

  “Not until tonight.” He releases my arms and stands back, looking down at me. I look at him through half lidded eyes as I throb between my legs. He just did it again! Is he playing with me? He leans down and places his lips on mine. Game or not, I am going to take whatever he is going to give me.

  He pulls away, leaving my breathless. “Now, let’s have some of that breakfast you were making. It smells amazing.”

  I turn around and place my hands on the counter, taking a few deep breaths. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I need to stay on track. I grab the coffee pot. “How…..how do you like your coffee?”

  “Black,” he answers as he sits down at the island, clearly not affected by teasing me.

  I smile, trying to act the same. I never did have a very good poker face. “Same as me.”

  I make his plate and lay it down in front of him. “How long have you lived here?” I ask, looking around the kitchen. I turn to fix myself a plate. I need to stay busy. My panties are dripping wet, and my sex is throbbing.

  “Two years.” He takes a bite of sausage.

  “It’s a beautiful house.” It’s a tad big for a single man, but I don’t say that. Holly had said the same thing about the house that I’m renting.

  “I like it,” he nods as he takes a drink of is coffee.

  “Is your favorite color brown?”

  He laughs. “No, it’s black. Why?”

  I shrug. “Just wondering. I’ve seen a lot of browns in your house.” I sit down across from him, and he looks up to me through his eyelashes with a smile on his face.

  “Not everyone decorates their house in their favorite color.”

  I blush. “I forgot that you have seen the inside of my house.”

  “It’s very…feminine.” His smile broadens.

  I laugh. “I know. I went a little overboard. I was just excited to decorate a place however I wanted to.” I shrug, picking through my plate and not really eating any of it. I still have a headache, and now I’m horny as hell.

  He puts his fork down and looks up at me. “What do you mean?”

  “My apartment back in Dallas was decorated in pink. Then, when we got a house here, Jax wanted nothing to do with the color. When I moved out, I just packed my clothes and went shopping for all new stuff. Anything pink, I bought.”

  “I see.” He stares at me. “Do you go out to the bars a lot?”

  “When I first moved here, I stayed home. Then, towards the end of Jax’s and my relationship, I went out a few times with him. He would leave me sitting at our table alone while he mingled with his friends, and then he would accuse me of flirting with any guy who came over to visit with me.” Then I have a flash back of last night.

  “I wasn’t that way,” I whisper.

  “What way?” I look up at him, and he has his head tilted to the side.

  “I didn’t dance and hang over random men when I was in a relationship.”

  His brows furrow and he looks taken back for a second. “I wasn’t thinking that.” He shakes his head. “Not at all.”

  I nod. “Anyway, I love to go out. Holly and I have been out several times.”

  “What do you prefer to drink when you go out?”

  “Wine is my favorite thing to drink, but I also like Long Island Iced Tea. I’m not much of a liquor girl, though.” I smile.

  He chuckles and leans back in his chair. “You could have fooled me. That first night I met you, you drank all those tequila shots.”

  “I said I prefer wine. Doesn’t mean I don’t drink liquor, especially if the situation calls for it.” He smiles a big smile. “So, do you go out a lot?”

  “Yes,” he laughs. “All the time.”

  “I’m sure your job is stressful. Going out is a good way to reduce stress.”

  He looks at me for a few seconds, his face expressionless, then nods. I look down at my food and continue to push it around, not all that hungry.

  “Would you like a tour of the house?”

  I smile. “Absolutely. Just let me wash these dishes.” I lean over the island to pick up his plate, but he grabs my hand.

  “Leave them. I’ll get them later.”

  I go to argue, but he sets his mouth in a hard line and his baby blue eyes bore into mine. I give him a big smile and nod, not wanting to argue.

  The first place he takes me is downstairs to show me, what he calls “the man cave.” Then he takes me to the living room, and I laugh as we walk into it.

  “What’s so funny?” he asks, amused.

  “More brown.”

  He has two brown leather couches and a brown leather recliner with a dark brown wooden coffee table. Over in the left corner is a fireplace and a large TV on the wall. There are no pictures or personal items; it looks as if he just moved in and there should be boxes in the garage to unpack.

  We walk through a hallway on the other side of the living room. There are three
bedrooms with white walls, their own bathrooms and walk in closets. They all include identical queen size beds with white sheets and comforter.

  “Did you want all these rooms to be white?” I ask as we come back down the hallway to his bedroom.

  “Yes. I’m not much of a decorator,” he laughs.

  “I see that.” I go over to the side of the bed where my clothes are on the floor. I bend over and pick them up.

  “Would you like to wear something of mine home?”

  “Thanks that would be great.”

  He pulls out a pair of sweat pants from his dresser, then walks into his closet and comes back out with a pair of his flip flops, which look way too big for me. I laugh. “I can wear my high heels.”

  He shakes his head. “Wear the flip flops. I don’t want you to trip. These sweatpants are very long, and you will for sure trip if you wear your ten inch heels with them.”

  “Six inches.”

  He tilts his head to the side looking confused.

  “The heels. They’re six inches.”

  He laughs as he walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

  I take a deep breath and quickly put his pants and flip flops on. I’m having a hard time breathing now that we are back in his room. He wants me to come back here tonight. And that thought excites me and terrifies me.

  “Angel?”

  I look up. Slade is standing in front of me wearing a tight, black cotton t-shirt, dark blue jeans and tennis shoes. His hair is standing in every direction and looks sexy as hell.

  “You ready?” I ask, giving him a smile.

  Slade nods, and places his hand out to me. I place my hand in his, and he pulls me off the bed and to his body. My body breaks out in goose bumps as he places a hand under my chin and lifts my face up to his, searching my eyes. He brings his lips down to mine, and it’s a soft and slow kiss, stealing what little breath I have left.

  He doesn’t say anything as he pulls away. My mind is so foggy as we walk out of the room that I don’t even realize what we’re doing until I’m looking out of the window of his car as he drives back to my house. I roll down the window just a bit, needing some fresh air.

  “Do you smoke?”

  “Excuse me?” I turn to look at him.

  He nods to the window. “Do you smoke?”

  “No, sorry.” I roll the window back up. “I was just letting in some fresh air.” I smile.

  “It’s no big deal.” He rolls it back down a bit for me, then cracks his window as well. “It’s a beautiful day outside.”

  I look at him as he pulls a dark pair of aviators down from his visor and places them on his face. They make him look even sexier. How is that possible? I clear my throat.

  “Do you smoke?”

  He glances over at me with a smirk on his face. God, does it do things to me to see him with those glasses on. I have to cross my legs and sit up straighter in my seat.

  “No.” He turns back to the road and shakes his head, “I never wanted to smoke.”

  I smile. I’ve always hated the smell of cigarette smoke.

  He pulls down my street. It’s weird that I don’t have to give him directions. He’s only taken me home once, but he already has it memorized.

  “How long have you lived in this house?”

  I watch as he places his wrist on top of the steering wheel and leans back into his seat getting more comfortable as he easily guides the car. His other hand shifts as he slows coming up to my driveway.

  “Uh, the night you took me home from the bar was my first night to stay here.”

  He pulls into my driveway and looks over at me. I start nibbling on my bottom lip as I get nervous, looking at his blank expression, his eyes still hidden behind his shades. He reaches over to me and places his thumb on my lip, pulling on it as I release it from between my lips.

  “Don’t do that,” he says hoarsely, placing his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me over to him, placing his lips on mine. “It reminds me of my cock in your mouth, and how fucking great it felt to have those soft lips wrapped around me.” He presses his lips to mine and kisses me roughly.

  He pulls away slowly. “Sorry,” I whisper.

  “Don’t be. I’ve decided I like having the reminder.” He gives me a reassuring smile that I can’t help but return. “I’ll be back to pick you up at six, sound okay?”

  He just made my panties wet once again, then changes the subject like it did nothing for him!

  “Sounds good. I’ll be ready.” I go to open my door, but Slade gets out of the car and walks around to my door, opening it for me. My heart melts a little. Not only is he hot as hell, but he’s also showing me a sweet side of him. “Thank you,” I say as I step out of his car.

  “You’re welcome, Angel.” He pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head and pulls me in for a kiss; a long gentle kiss as he tangles his hands in my hair. I love when he grabs a hold of my hair. It makes my legs go weak. He pulls away all too soon and rests his forehead on mine, then gives me a couple sweet little pecks on my lips. It’s like he can’t get enough. “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

  Once I open my door, I turn around to wave goodbye. I don’t hear him leave until I’m safely in my house. I drop my purse on the couch and head to my bathroom for a much needed shower.

  I take a quick shower and wrap the towel tightly around my chest before I start to dry my hair. As I dry my hair, my mind starts thinking about what we are going to do tonight. Smiling, I turn the hair dryer off. I glance at my phone that’s sitting on the counter. I see it light up.

  Slade: I can’t wait to wake up with you again tomorrow, my beautiful angel

  My heart rate picks up, and I smile. I think I need to make a quick trip to the mall for our evening tonight.

  Me: Me either

  I look at the clock on my phone, 12:03 PM. I don’t have any time to waste now that I have to run to the mall.

  By half past two I’m jumping on the interstate and heading for the mall. Traffic is light so it doesn’t take more than fifteen minutes to get there. As soon as I find a parking spot, I head straight to Victoria’s Secret. I don’t know if he plans on sleeping with me tonight or not, but I do know that I’m going to have wine with dinner, and I don’t want him to use the “you’re drunk” excuse. Who cares?

  I decide it won’t hurt to buy a few sexy outfits to throw in my overnight bag, just in case. After purchasing my new things, I check my watch. I may end up with an hour to spare once I get home.

  *****

  I get back home and place the VS sack in my bag and add a little bit more makeup for evening wear. After trying on what felt like everything in my closet. I settle on my white Miss Me capris that have the cuff on the bottom. I tuck in a black silk button-up blouse that has three quarter inch sleeves. I top it off with black heels and a black thin belt. Some silver hoops along with a few silver bracelets and my silver Coach clutch.

  It’s 5:52 PM when I hear my doorbell ring. I’m nervous about seeing Slade again. I’ve been in such a hurry all day that I haven’t had the time to think about being with him tonight. Now, it’s all I can think about!

  I open the front door and gasp. All my nervousness is suddenly gone. Slade’s standing on my front porch with a bouquet of white roses, and looking like a God; no man should be allowed to look this good. He’s wearing a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled back a couple of times, exposing his sexy tan forearms. He has his hair spiked and messy, and sexy as hell! He’s wearing a dark pair of jeans and a pair of black boots. My entire body starts to tingle.

  “Hello, Angel. You look breathtaking.” His deep voice is so sexy.

  I smile. “As do you.” Could a man look any more beautiful? No!

  He looks to have just thought of something and as his brows draw together. “But you didn’t ask who I was.”

  “What do you mean?” I step aside gesturing for him to come inside.

  He walks in then turns to look at me. “Whe
n I rang the doorbell. You didn’t ask who it was. You just opened the door. I could have been anyone.” I turn to walk towards the kitchen as he follows behind me.

  I open the cabinet under my sink and pull out a vase “I looked through the peephole.”

  “Oh.” He says with a little laugh like he didn’t think of that option. He comes to stand next to me handing me the flowers.

  “The flowers are gorgeous, thank you.” I give him a big smile and take the flowers from his hand.

  “Give me a second. I just have to grab my bag and I’m ready.” I walk out of the kitchen to grab my purse and overnight bag out of the living room.

  “Here let me take those,” he says coming up behind me taking both before I can even object. It’s not like they were heavy.

  I turn off the lights and lock the front door then turn to him as we walk to his car. “Where are we going?”

  He opens my car door. “It’s a surprise,” he says excitedly.

  “Oh, I love surprises.” He gives me a smile and a cocky wink as he closes my door, placing my bag in the trunk before settling himself in the driver’s seat.

  As he is pulling out of my driveway, his cell phone rings. He answers, and Micah’s voice comes through the car speakers.

  “Hey, man. Holly wants to go check out that club, Rue 13, tonight. You want to go?”

  Slade looks over at me for my opinion. I shrug my shoulders and give him a smile. It sounds like fun, but it’s up to him.

  “Yeah, that sounds good.”

  “Holly is going to invite Sam. I hope you can behave yourself. I heard you two got into a fight in the parking lot last night. That’s all anyone in the bar wanted to talk about. Holly tried to call her just before I called you, but she didn’t answer. Whatever you did to piss her off, you need to fix it. If you start shit and get in trouble, I will never hear the end of it.” He gives a little chuckle.

  I put my hand over my mouth, trying to cover up my laugh. “Micah it will all be okay. In fact, Angel is with me right now. We are on our way to dinner.”

  Silence fills the car.