Men In Control (Smith Brothers Complete Series)

by Brenda Ford

  “Holy shit, Ellie,” I gasp out. “You better stop that if you don’t want me to… to…”

  I can’t even finish my sentence. She’s too damn much. It’s impossible for me to hold it together. I have to physically grab her hand and pull it off me before I erupt like a volcano all over her.

  “I want you,” I pant while I pull her mouth down to meet mine. “I want to be inside you.”

  As we kiss, she edges up my body and angles herself over me. My highly sensitive, ready to explodes tip, grazes her entrance, waiting impatiently for the moment when she will let me in. I like her being on top and having the control, it’s really sexy, but it’s frustrating not being able to slam in to her as I need her.

  “You’re impatient, aren’t you?” She gives me the sexist smile ever. “I like that.”

  “How can I not be?” I run my hands over her hips and ass. “When you’re making me so wild?”

  She edges herself down, moving slowly at first, her body stretching around me, but as soon as she gets used to the intense feeling of me inside her this way, she begins to ride me. She rocks back and forth, making sure that I hit all of the right spots for her which is just fine with me. I want her to enjoy this as much as I am, and just burying myself in to her is enough to make me explode. Her tight pussy is incredible, the way that she grips me especially in this position makes it a challenge not to lose my mind already.

  “Fuck, Ellie,” I cry out. “Oh my God, you are amazing, Ellie, you are…”

  There are so many things that I want to say, but her walls begin contracting around me, stripping all the words away from me. She’s dragging the pleasure from me; I can’t begin to hold it back even if I want to. Not that I want to. In fact, the sensation of us both coming hard at the same time intensifies everything and makes it that much more phenomenal. It feels like it’s never going to end. With her hands clinging tightly to me, her fingers digging in to my skin, her breath gasping hard against my throat, I never want to let her go either.

  “Wow.” Eventually, it does though, and Ellie collapses in a burning hot sticky heap beside me. As she does, I twist my body around to see her and I’m blown away. She’s even more beautiful than usual. Ellie Clark continues to get better all the time. She’s absolutely incredible. Thank goodness she’s staying here tonight. I wouldn’t be able to let her go if she wanted to because she is just so lovely. All I want to do is hug her.

  “You are something else,” I tell her seriously. “Honestly, Ellie. You’re fab.”

  She giggles softly and touches her hand to my cheek. “Well, I think you’re pretty great too.”

  We hold on to one another and it isn’t long before her breathing becomes heavy and consumed with sleep. I glance down to see her stunning angelic face, all her troubles blown away, as she lies with me. I hope that I can make her feel better like this all the time, it’s lovely to see her without the stress of grief clinging to her. I know it’s one of those things that doesn’t go away, but I also know that it can be eased.

  I could fall for this woman; I think to myself as I admire her. Ellie Clark could be the one for me.

  That should be scary, the thought of commitment should be terrifying, but it isn’t. Maybe it’s just because I’m swirling through post orgasmic bliss, but I feel like it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be with her forever. I haven’t ever thought that of anyone before. Not even Rosie. Not seriously anyway. But with Ellie, it’s easy to think about. Especially when she’s snuggling in closer to me as if she might be feeling the same way.

  The next step for me is to make her birthday absolutely incredible, to show her how good life with be for her with me. I will make sure she has the best night and give her a great gift as well. Anything to make it a dream come true.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ellie

  I watch Rosie play with her food, never actually eating any of it, as she sits across the dinner table from me. Seth and Auntie Amelia are talking lots, filling in every scrap of silence, so me and Rosie don’t need to talk. That gives me the much needed space to watch her and give her the time to brood… or whatever it she’s doing.

  I really wish that she would just tell me. It’s killing me to see her all sad like that all the time. She’s become increasingly closed off during the last week and a half and it’s frustrating me. I guess it isn’t just coincidence that it’s been happening during the time that me and Oliver have been getting much closer. She must be upset and hurt about that. I know that I told myself I wouldn’t let her get in the way, but if I’m hurting her this much… well, maybe I should think about it. Much as I adore him, I don’t want to crush her.

  I sigh loudly and begin to play with my own food, unable to stomach eating anything. My chest aches, my stomach flip flops, I feel like I might throw up. What the hell am I going to do?

  “Come on, Seth.” Auntie Amelia seems to sense that there is tension. “Let’s go and do your homework.”

  They leave the table and Rosie doesn’t even look up from her plate. I don’t even think she knows that they are leaving. Ice cold guilt floods me. I don’t like myself at all for making this happen. Every single time I try and get some inner strength to make a firm decision about what I’m going to do, I find myself wavering again.

  “Rosie?” I need to be the one to make the first step. I don’t like what way I already know this is going to go, I can already feel that this will lead to an argument, but the yelling is better than the silence. “Are you okay?”

  “Mmm.” She barely even acknowledges me. It’s like she doesn’t have the energy to yell. Somehow, that’s even worse. At least the shouting shows me how she really feels about things.

  “Rosie, what’s going on?” I demand a little firmer this time. “Why are you so distant?”

  She forces her eyes up to look at me, but I can tell she isn’t really seeing me. She’s glazed over, not even in the room, never mind communicating properly with me. If I have done that to her, then I should feel this guilt. I deserve it. After being made to feel like shit by other people, I know more than anyone what it’s like.

  “If there is anything that I can do…” I try. “Just let me know. I’m really sorry.”

  Tears leak from Rosie’s eyes and quickly cover her cheeks. I want to reach out and touch her, to comfort her in some way, but I can’t. She might punch me if I get any closer to her.

  “It’s Tristan,” she eventually gasps out. “I don’t know what to do about him, Ellie. I’m in a mess.”

  “Oh…” Wow, this blows me away. She is actually talking to me like I’m not someone she hates, which is a first. Also, it seems like her boyfriend has caused the issues, not me! “What has he done?”

  “He’s cheating on me again… at least I think he is. Every time I convince myself that he has done something wrong, he changes my mind. He shows me that I’m losing my mind. To be honest, I don’t know if I am losing my mind or he is cheating on me. I don’t know which option I would prefer.”

  “Cheating on you again?” I demand. “So, he has done it before?”

  “Well, I don’t know.” She shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know if he did or not. We broke up and he very quickly ended up with someone else for a while until he decided that he wanted me back. Everyone else thinks that he must have been cheating to move on that quick, and I thought it myself too, but then when we got back together, he convinced me that he didn’t. That it was all after… he’s very good at convincing me of things.”

  “Why do you stay with him, Rosie? He sounds like bad news to me.”

  “Yeah, but you are only hearing the bad side to him.” To my surprise, she actually jumps to his defense, completely changing her point of view. “There are good sides to him, he has been good to me over the last few years. We’ve been together for a long time; you can’t just switch those feelings off.”

  “I bet you can’t… but don’t you want more for yourself than someone who makes you cry?”

 
; “People can’t be perfect.” She folds her arms across her chest and narrows her eyes at me like I’m the one who’s done something wrong. “I can’t expect him to be always good.”

  It’s hard for me to stop drifting off in to my fantasy world with Oliver at that comment, because it already feels like he won’t ever make me cry. I can’t imagine him making me feel anything other than amazing. But this conversation isn’t about me and Oliver, it’s about Tristan and the way he’s making my cousin feel.

  “But the cheating thing… how sure are you that it’s happening? Is it a gut feeling? Do you have proof?”

  “I don’t know what’s going on with him. It’s a bit gut feeling, a bit because he seems less interested in me, a lot because he’s acting the same way that he did before we split up before.” She grabs on to her stomach, looking like she might puke. “I won’t be able to handle it. I don’t want to lose him. Not like this. I know that things aren’t perfect between us, but I don’t want to see him with anyone else.”

  I can’t tell if Rosie is really upset about losing Tristan or if it’s more that she doesn’t want him to be the one to end it. I suppose that after everything she has been through with him it will be a bit of a kick in the teeth, but if I were her, I would just be glad to get rid of him. He sounds like terrible news.

  “Well, maybe you should end things then.” I shrug. “Break up with him to save face, then see how he reacts. If he really wants to be with you then he will prove it by fighting for you.”

  “Hmm… but that’s a dangerous game, isn’t it? What if he doesn’t fight?”

  “Then you will know that he isn’t good enough for you. It might hurt, but at least you will know.”

  “How did you get to be so wise, Ellie?” she half laughs but it’s a bit of a mirthless sound. “Have you got more relationship experience than a normal seventeen year old or something?”

  “Almost eighteen,” I shoot back, uncomfortable with talking about anything relationship related.

  “Yes, that’s right. It’s nearly your birthday, isn’t it? And a big one as well.”

  “Eighteen isn’t that big a deal.” I try to play it down. “Not so much.”

  “Well, it is if you’re going to move out.” Rosie taps her chin thoughtfully. “And it’s also your first birthday without your mom. I know that things have been a little strained between us, but we could do something if you want? Hang out? Maybe go out or something. Celebrate it a bit.”

  Shit. I do want that, it would be nice to repair the relationship with Rosie and this would be a good start, but Oliver has offered to take me out now and I really want a date with him as well. I want it so bad it hurts. And I can go for it as well if Rosie isn’t mad about me and him together.

  Still, I shouldn’t rub my happiness in her face while she’s going through turmoil.

  “Auntie Amelia has already offered to cook a nice meal. She wanted a family dinner for my birthday.”

  “But she does that every night. We could do something different. Just me and you, you know?”

  “I…” God, I can’t crush her spirit. Not when she’s looking at me like that. “Maybe.”

  There. I have answered her vaguely. I haven’t shut her down completely, but I also haven’t committed to anything either. In the morning, she might change her mind anyway. Particularly if she makes up with Tristan and it seems like they do go up and down all the time. She may even forget.

  I have to avert my eyes though because right now she seems to think that I don’t trust her, or maybe that I can’t forgive her for our argument before and it’s hard for me to move passed it. That isn’t the case at all, if I didn’t have plans already, I would be all for it. But I can’t tell her I have plans or she will know who with since I don’t know anyone other than some of the Smith brothers here.

  “We can go speed dating,” she cackles, trying to make a joke out of her tragedy. “Meet some nice guys.”

  “Do you think nice guys go speed dating? I don’t know if they do.”

  “I don’t know. I have spent so long with Tristan that I don’t know what it would be like to be with someone else.” Her face falls. “Maybe that’s why I have stayed with him for so long.”

  I reach out and rest my hand on top of hers. Even though we have been having a perfectly nice evening, it’s still a shock when she doesn’t snatch away from me like she’s been electrocuted.

  “That’s why speed dating probably isn’t a good idea. Some single time would be for the best. You need to get to know yourself a little bit. Make sure you get treated how you want to with the next guy.”

  God, I really do sound wise. Like I know exactly what I’m talking about. Sex a couple of times with Oliver has turned me into some kind of a guru. It’s crazy. I have grown up lots. Thank goodness I don’t really have to give him up because that would be soul crushing. I can keep him for another day.

  “Well, I suppose I need to go and have a think.” Rosie scrapes her chair back and rises to her feet. “Make some serious life decisions. You know how it is.” She laughs again, but it’s still as if she doesn’t find anything funny. “Thanks for the talk, Ellie, I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry for… you know…”

  “I’m sorry too. I was acting ungrateful. It won’t happen again.”

  Her mouth opens ever so slightly, and I can’t help but wonder what else she has to say. I mean, she must have her suspicions about me and Oliver, she might even know for sure, I don’t know, but she hasn’t even mentioned it. This conversation has been awkward enough when it came to the chat about my birthday, I don’t want it to end that way. Not when me and Rosie could actually have a friendship here.

  “Well, okay then.” Whatever she was going to say, she decides against it and she nods. “See you in the morning. Hopefully, I will have sorted something out then.”

  I watch her walk away hoping that my advice was good. If it gets her rid of Tristan, and even if it makes her feel bad for a while, it will still be the right thing to do. I got a bad vibe from him right away, I get a bully impression from him, and Rosie needs to escape that. My cousin is far too good for that sort of shit. She needs to get away from him to find better for herself because better is out there.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Oliver

  “I can’t believe I have never seen this movie before!” Ellie declares happily. “This is exactly the sort of thing that I like. I can’t stand all the main stream stuff with no real plot and too many clichés.”

  I smile at her wondering if she can get any more perfect than she already is. She even enjoys the same things that I do which means we don’t even need to argue over what movie to watch. It’s just obvious. Every moment that I spend with her, my heart yearns for her more. I have never liked anyone quite like this.

  “This is my first time watching it as well. I’m glad I saved it to watch with you.”

  I throw my arm around her shoulder and tug her closer to me, loving the warmth of her body as she crashes in to me. She tilts her head towards me and gently presses her lips to mine. It’s a soft kiss at first, but it soon becomes deeper and more passionate. She twists her body around and wraps her arms around my neck and hooks her leg around my waist as well. My hands slide up her chest and I cup her breasts. The feel of her nipples poking against my hands makes me groan with excitement. All I want to do is tear every scrap of her clothing off.

  “Oh sorry,” she teases with her mouth all over my throat. “Am I distracting you from the movie?”

  “I don’t mind being distracted by you. You are a million times better than the movie. Any day!”

  Her hips roll against me, she grinds against my steel rod cock, making my head spin. She’s delicious, exciting, she has me thrilled to the bone. I kiss her harder, my tongue massages hers, I can’t wait to see where this heads. I want to be inside of her already, she makes me impatient and needy, like an animal.

  She bites down on my bottom lip, growling and giggling as she does. She�
��s cheeky, fiery, incredible. I slip my fingers downwards now and head for her panties, needing to feel her comforting warm wetness. My heart throbs and pounds, growing louder and more violent by the moment. Her head lolls back, desire floods her face, she looks stunning. Space dust fizzes all the way through me as I pull the cotton of her under wear to the side.

  “Oh fuck, Oliver, stop teasing me,” she moans. “You’re taking your sweet time and driving me crazy. I can’t take it.”

  “Oh, you want me to speed up, huh?” I feel myself twinkling all over. “I can get on board with that.”

  Ring, ring… Urgh, is that necessary? Can’t the world tell that we don’t want to be distracted right now? Ring, ring… I choose to ignore it, slowly rubbing my finger over her clit and enjoying the way that her body bucks and rides as the pleasure grips her and shimmies through her body. Ring, ring… Ring, ring… Ring, ring…

  “Are you going to get that?” Ellie whispers. “Someone wants to speak to you.”

  “I don’t want to think about anyone but you right now,” I growl while sucking on her throat.

  The phone clicks through to the voice mail, thank goodness, because it means we can carry on without being distracted. But it soon rings again. By the time it gets to the third time, it’s angering me… but worrying me too. No one calls me over and over again unless it’s some kind of emergency.

  “I better pick that up,” I rasp regretfully. “Sorry. I don’t want to upset you, but…”

  “It might be important.” She gets it. Of course she does, she’s absolutely perfect.

  But as I grab my cell phone and my slightly blurry eyes latch on to the name ‘Rosie’, I don’t know what to think. Why the hell is she calling me like this? This is weird, now I really am panicked.

  “Hello?” I turn away as I pick up the phone, too scared to look at Ellie in case it’s more bad news from her family. The sobbing sounds I hear on the other end of the line makes that worse. “Rosie, what’s going on?”