Men In Control (Smith Brothers Complete Series)

by Brenda Ford

  As I finally break out through the front door with Mandy screaming behind me a string of profanities, I smile with joy. I’m out now, done, free to move on with whatever I want. And the person that I want to be with is Rachel. She is beautiful and sweet, uncomplicated and perfect for me. She is the one that I want to be with.

  I get myself far enough away from Mandy’s house and I grab out my cell phone to call her. Maybe I should wait a little bit before calling her, but I’ve been holding back from seeing her until I’m done with Mandy, and now I am. I can’t wait for another second longer, I need to be with her right now.

  “Angelo?” she says with a question as she answers the phone. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that everything is okay now. I have sorted things out.”

  “What do you mean?” Rachel replies cautiously. “Sorted what out?”

  “Sorted things out with Mandy, just like I said I was going to.” I feel over the top happy about that. “I wanted to have a chat with you if that’s possible? I don’t know if you’re free right now or…?”

  “I’m free. I’m at home. You can come over if you want to.”

  A heat fills my chest. She’s so much simpler than anything I have ever been through before but in a wonderful way. I just know how she feels and where I stand with her. I don’t need to panic about anything. I need that.

  “Yeah, that would be great. I would love to come over and chat.”

  “Great, well I will be waiting for you. I’ll see you soon, Angelo.”

  The shitty feeling that I have had with Mandy vanishes as I say my goodbye and hang up the phone to Rachel. She is the woman who completely consumes me now, I just want to be with her. To know that we’re giving it a go to see if we can be together forever. I am already ready to commit to Rachel fully.

  I pick up the pace, practically running to Rachel’s home, and I find her there standing at the door waiting for me. She smiles widely, tears flooding her face as soon as she sees me.

  “Is this for real?” she demands as I scoop her up in my arms. “You’re truly single?”

  “I ended things with Mandy.” I kiss over her cheeks, my heart racing as I do. “Because I want to be with you. You are the only person who makes me feel like this and I need to know where it’s going to lead.”

  I carry her through the front door and kick it shut behind us. As soon as we block the rest of the world out, she kisses me with such an intense passion the chemistry is wild and flowing violently. Her hands are all over me, the same as mine are hers, and I think we’re both aware that this is leading somewhere now. Somewhere more than we have ever been before. There are no obstacles in the way for us anymore. We can just be free.

  Rachel presses her back against the wall behind her, and with her hands around my neck I come with her and press against her. I can already feel a buzzing from her core, a need emanating that matches how I feel as well. So, I slide my hand down her body in between the both of us, and I slip it between her thighs.

  “I love the way that you’re always in a dress,” I groan in bliss. “Those legs of yours are amazing.”

  “Oh, just my legs, huh?” she laughs while tossing her head back in desire. “There’s no other reason?”

  “Well, it does mean I can touch you much easier, which of course I love.”

  I match those words with my fingers brushing against the outside of her panties. I know the wet heat inside of there, I have touched her before, which just makes it even more thrilling for me. Just knowing that she’s hot as hell for me makes me hard as a rock. Even harder than I was before. I need her right now.

  “Well, you can have any part of me,” she rasps. “I want everything from you.”

  Holy fuck, I love this version of Rachel so much more than when she’s holding back. She’s definitely had her own walls up recently because I’ve had baggage, but now that I have cut the strings and she’s so much more awesome. I hope that the more time we spend together, the more of her I get to see.

  “Take me to your bedroom,” I beg. “I want to taste you, to be inside of you, to have you.”

  She leaps up and wraps her legs tightly around me before pointing to the end of her hallway. I go where she commands, kissing over her throat the entire time. She moans and pants desperately, the need radiating the entire time as we go. I love that she’s just as messed up and raw and exposed for me.

  “Oh, Angelo, I’m so glad that you’re here,” she whimpers. “I have missed you so much.”

  It might not have been long, but I know exactly how she feels. I’ve missed her like crazy as well. That says a lot, doesn’t it? I missed Rachel in that short time more than I have ever missed Mandy. And now I get to be inside of her, I get to be with her, to know her in a way that I haven’t before. I’m a lucky son of a bitch.

  “You look so beautiful,” I gasp out as she slides back on to the bed, spreading wide for me. Her body fills the whole bed. “Honestly, Rachel, you’re the most gorgeous woman in the world.”

  It chokes me up to see her, to know that she can be mine now, I am so fucking happy.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rachel

  I wiggle my finger, indicating for Angelo to come down and meet me on the bed already. I love him looking at me like that, it feels good to have his eyes on me like I’m the most stunning woman in the world, but I have been waiting for him to be free and single for me forever. I can’t hold back any longer. I’ve been good, but now it’s time for me to be bad. Really bad. I want to have him plunge deep inside of me.

  “Come here you,” I mutter as his lips crash back to mine. While we kiss, I edge his tee shirt upwards, immediately groaning as I feel the most incredible set of abs there. Seeing Angelo clothed, it’s easy to guess that he has an incredible body underneath there but feeing it for myself is something else. He’s muscular, toned, and hot as anything. From here, it even feels like he has one of those muscular V shapes leading down towards his cock. My heart thunders and hammers painfully, all I want to do is travel down that V ladder…

  “I need to taste you,” Angelo calls out, stopping me in my tracks. “I have to. You don’t understand.”

  “What do you mean?” I pant out as I arch my back desperately. “What don’t I understand?”

  “How long I have spent fantasizing about tasting you, how much I want to feel you on my tongue.”

  Oh God, is he serious? Has he really been thinking about me like I have him? I thought that I was alone in this crush. I never would have assumed that this wonderful man would think of me as well. Hearing that he has and just knowing that he’s telling the truth because that’s the sort of man that he is, makes me yearn with need.

  Angelo’s lips kiss down my body. Even through the thin material of my dress, I can feel the same fizzing and tingling I get in my lips when he’s kissing me. He has sparks of desire everywhere; I can hardly stand it.

  “Oh wow,” I pant as I arch my back towards him. “Angelo, that feel so…”

  I don’t get to finish that sentence because he strips the air from my lungs by kissing the outside of my panties. The cotton grazes over my clit, setting my whole body on fire. I grab on to his hair, knotting my fingers through the silky locks as he moves up and down my slit, eventually pushing the material deep in to me.

  “It isn’t enough,” I cry out in need. “I need all of you. You’re the one who doesn’t get it.”

  He whips my panties away so quickly; I barely even realize that he’s done it until they’re gone and I’m cold and exposed. Angelo’s fingers grip my thighs and part them further so he can really have access to me. His head nudges between my legs and grazes his nose against me, causing me to scream.

  “Oh shit,” I yell out as the pleasure bursts. “Fucking hell, that feels so good, Angelo.”

  I expect him to dive in like he always does in my fantasies, but he waits for a moment and just allows his breath to tickle over me. However, because this reality and no
t just in my imagination it feels so wonderful. It sends a deep and intense thrill through my whole body that I don’t want to end. I don’t know if I even need him to touch me. I can just be here with him breathing all over me until I explode.

  “Can I taste you now?” he whispers, intensifying the sensations. “I really want to taste you.”

  “Oh fuck, yes.” I push my hips upwards, trying to guide him towards me. “I need you too.”

  He starts by plunging his tongue deep in to me, massaging my walls all around, creating a warm buzzing sensation to spread all the way up to my chest. Then he drags that sexy mouth of his to my clit and he circles his tongue around me rapidly, sending my head spinning. I’m seeing stars already. Falling deep, tumbling, swimming in to the abyss. Clouds surround me and I love it. I don’t want to ever leave this place.

  “Angelo, you’re here… I love it. I don’t ever want to be away from you again.”

  He moves faster, taking more of me in, responding to my words with an intense physical reaction. I need more of this. Even though he’s tipping me over the edge much too quickly, I can’t stop myself from greedily needing more. So, I say more things about needing him, wanting him deep inside of, yearning for it all.

  “Fuck, Rachel,” he mutters, his words vibrating all the way to my cervix. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  “Then come up here already,” I demand. I don’t want him to leave me down there but at the same time, I suppose I don’t want to explode too rapidly because I still haven’t experienced enough of his cock yet.

  “You want me up there?” he asks with mirth in his tone. I don’t need to answer though because he’s already bringing himself up here to me. “I will do whatever you need of me. Just because you’re so damn beautiful.”

  I press my lips to his, loving the taste of me on him, and I use my left hand to wrap around his cock. I feel him between my fingers, and he is hard as steel, throbbing to get inside of me. God that feels good. I’m like a sex goddess all for him and I love it. I just knew that this man would be worth waiting for!

  I stroke my hand up and down him, enjoying the way that his body shudders violently as I do. This is Angelo Smith, the man that I have adored for as long as I can remember, and he is literally at my finger-tips. I feel every inch of his cock, from the tip right down to the base, and I love every part of him.

  Yep, I could definitely fall for this man. More than I already have done. Especially if he feels the same way.

  “I need you,” I moan while digging my fingers into his shoulders. “I want you inside me.”

  I don’t know where it comes from, but he seems to produce a condom as if from nowhere and he presses it in to my hand. With my eyes fixed on the entire time, I tear the wrapper apart with my teeth and remove the latex from within it. Knowing that this is just moments away from finally getting what I so desperately need is making space dust burst in every fiber of me. All of my cells fly open for him.

  “Now, do I get to have you?” I ask in a teasing tone. “Now we’re all safe?”

  He pushes himself up into a sitting position and tugs me on to his lap. I wasn’t expecting our first time to be in this position, but then I wasn’t sure we would ever get a first time, so I didn’t know what to expect.

  “Oh, you want me like this?” I whisper. “I can make that happen for you.”

  I rest my forehead against his as I slide down on him. I angle myself, embracing the way that he fills me all the way up. He’s big, I knew that he was going to be, but it feels nice. Better than nice actually. It feels fucking incredible. The pleasure that he gave me before is still circling and buzzing within me, waiting to be tipped over the edge. I need that release, and my body is going for it no matter what.

  Angelo holds me tight as I ride him, pushing the pair of us towards the brink, connecting us in a deeper way than I have ever felt before. My breaths are barely even coming out anymore as the pleasure grips me. The orgasm tightens a knot within me, coiling around my organs and completely consuming me, controlling all of me.

  But I can’t hold onto it for long, I can’t keep the pleasure deep inside of me, it explodes out of my control. It rolls off of me in endless waves, shattering through me in the most wonderful way. I love it, I give myself over entirely to the pleasure, giving a part of myself to Angelo that I didn’t think I would ever sacrifice.

  We cling to one another through the pleasure, needing each other intensely. I love him holding on to me just as much as I am him. We’re now in this together which I never thought we would be. Finally, I have this man, everything that I have been waiting for us here, and I don’t know what to do with myself.

  We crash on the body next to one another, panting and gasping desperately. I’m slick with sweat, covered in particles of wetness everywhere, and completely drained of energy. But I’m also the happiest that I have ever been. All that I have ever wanted is here. I’m not stupid, I haven’t been a hopeless mess. As soon as Angelo knew that I wanted him, he sacrificed everything for me… I’m the luckiest woman alive. It’s been a long time coming, but we finally made it. This is the first day of the rest of our lives and I can’t wait to see what’s next.

  Angelo laces his fingers through mine, reassuring me that he isn’t going anywhere. I love this, it’s so meaningful after everything that we have been through together. It means everything. I bring his fingers up to my mouth and kiss them softly, smiling to myself as I have yet another part of him.

  “So, what now?” he asks with a real happiness is his tone. “What do we do now?”

  I turn on to my front so that I can really look at him as he answers. I need to know how he feels as well as what he’s going to say, and I already know that Angelo’s truth lies within his eyes.

  “Where do you want to go from here? Because it’s really up to you.”

  “I want to be with you. I thought that much was obvious.”

  I laugh and he joins in with me. “Well, that’s good because I want to be with you as well.”

  I lie back down next to him and roll against his body, overwhelmed with loving feelings. Surely, now that we have made it here, there is no stopping us. Nothing can go wrong from here. I really don’t think it matters what Sheri said anymore or what any of the doubters will come at us with. We know where we’re at, what we’ve been through to get to this point, and how much fight it will take for us to continue.

  Angelo now wants this as much as I do, what more could I ask for.

  “So, we just be together, huh?” I giggle. “Sounds awesome. Real easy. Right. You think it’s going to be that simple or you think we need to face more drama?”

  “I suppose at some point I will need to talk to Alex, to check that he isn’t mad because of you guys being in the band together, but I’m sure it will be fine. I don’t predict any drama.”

  The name Alex reminds me that our problems might not quite be over yet. Just because Angelo and Mandy are done, doesn’t mean that the whole thing is over. It could get complicated and a whole lot worse before it gets better. I will just have to do what I can to make sure it doesn’t affect me and Angelo. I have him now and I really don’t want to lose him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Angelo

  Mandy: Angelo, why aren’t you talking to me? This is getting silly now. It’s childish. We have been together for a very long time. We can’t just end things and never talk again. That’s so stupid xx

  Mandy: Angelo, for fuck sake, stop this now. I need to talk to you xx

  Mandy: Oh, fuck you, Angelo. You are ridiculous. I’m glad we’re apart now xx

  Mandy: Angelo, I don’t want us to split up. I want us to be together still xx

  Mandy: Talk to me. You’re making me cry. I can’t stand this xx

  The messages are coming through thick and fast now, varying all the time. One minute, she’s yelling at me, telling me that I need to speak to her, the next she’s suggesting that she still wants to be with me. It’s wild and these change
s come all the time, constantly, which only serves as a reminder that she’s crazy and not for me.

  She will give it up soon, I’m sure of it. If I just keep ignoring her, I am certain that she’ll get bored and move on to someone else. Her other man probably. I mean, does she honestly think that she’s going to get me back after she admitted on cheating on me? Is she nuts? That’s not even considering the fact that I have moved on… not that she knows that. I don’t really want her to know that either. I don’t want her to know anything about Rachel because if she can be crazy with me, there’s no telling what she can be like with my new woman.

  God, my new woman. I can’t believe that I have a new woman and one that I’m so in to as well. There is something about her that I just adore so damn much. I never want to let her go.

  “You ready for the gig,” Oliver asks while banging his hand against my back. “Wesley is waiting in the car.”

  Things are still a little strained about me and Wesley, but we’re working on getting things back to where they used to be. I just feel a little strange about him looking in to Mandy without me asking, but at the same time he was right about her, she was doing everything that he accused her of, so I can’t push him away because of that. He seems to like Rachel anyway, so that’s a step in the right direction. A much better change.

  “Is this your first gig since you have been with Rachel?” Oliver asks with an element of caution in his voice. I nod. “That’s going to be wild, isn’t it? I mean, usually you’re in the audience with… well, you know. And now you’re going to be with the girl in the band. That’s a pretty massive change for you.”

  “I know that you think it’s fast, Oliver,” I reply with a smile. “But I know what I’m doing.”

  “Okay, I just don’t want you to get your heart broken. Or Rachel because she seems nice. Plus, Alex…”

  “I know, Alex will kick my ass.” I nod along. “He seems happy with me and Rachel anyway, but I know if I do anything to hurt her, he will destroy me because it will affect the band. But that won’t happen because I really like her. I like her more than I have ever liked anyone. She’s special to me, Oliver. She is.”