My heart thudded and I gripped the front of his black suit jacket. “He’s an old friend, Brett.”
His blue eyes searched my face. “Friend or ex?”
I swallowed. “Both.”
Brett growled and pulled me beside him before wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
Nick rose to his feet and met Brett’s glare head on. “This the boyfriend, Evvie?”
I nodded. “Brett, this is Nick Rowan. Nick, Brett MacLean. He owns the club.”
Nick raised an eyebrow. “You’re dating the owner?”
“Yes.” I frowned. “Why?”
Nick’s brown eyes turned cold and accusatory.
What the hell did he think was going on between me and Brett? Did he think I was sleeping my way up the ladder? Little did he know, Brett approached me first. Asshole.
“I’ll catch you later, Ev.” Nick placed a card on the bar top in front of me. “We’ll chat over coffee.”
Brett tensed. “Like fu—”
“Brett,” I said, turning to him as Nick walked away. “You need to calm down.”
He leaned down to my ear. “I will calm down when I’m deep inside of you.”
I pushed him onto the stool and sat beside him. “You can’t get jealous over every guy that talks to me.”
“He’s your fucking ex, Evvie.” His strong jaw clenched and unclenched. “Did you sleep with him?”
“Yes,” I said, crossing my arms under my chest.
Brett frowned. “Did you lose your virginity to him?”
“Brett, I don’t—”
“Answer the fucking question,” he snapped.
My cheeks heated as customers near us looked our way. Okay, Brett needed to really calm down or else he was going to cause a scene. “Yes. Happy now?”
“No. Knowing that it wasn’t me that you lost your virginity to makes me furious,” he said through gritted teeth.
I rolled my eyes. “That was years ago. You didn’t lose your virginity to me and you don’t see me losing my shit over it.”
“That’s different.”
“How so?”
He grabbed my hand and kissed my ring finger, the gold band twinkling under the light. “How many men have you fucked?”
“Does it really matter?”
His nostrils flared. “Tell me.”
“Four.” But none of them had compared to Brett. At all. “And that includes you.” What the hell was his problem? “How about you, Brett? How many women have you slept with?”
His eyes narrowed.
I huffed. “Your whores kept coming back for more.”
“I have fucked many women in my time but none compared to you, Evvie,” he growled.
“You’re being an asshole, you know that, right?”
“How old were you?” he asked, tightening his hold on my hand.
I huffed. “I was seventeen when I lost my virginity. It had been years since I had sex before meeting you.” What can I say, I went through a very long dry spell. But I never craved sex like I do now since meeting Brett.
A twinkle of amusement flashed through his eyes as he pulled me closer to him. “How long did you sleep with him?”
“Brett, honestly. Forget about him. Nothing will happen.”
“I saw the way he looked at you, Evvie. He wants you.”
I rolled my eyes and went to pull my hand from his grip when he tugged me into his arms.
“Roll your eyes at me again, lover and I’ll bend you over my lap and slap that delicious ass.”
My body heated but I glared at him instead. “Yeah? Well you’re the one that’s being difficult. I can’t control when another man hits on me. You need to calm down and trust me.”
Brett’s gaze turned cold. “I don’t need to do shit. You need to know your place.”
My muscles quivered and I pushed him. “Yeah? And where’s that, Brett? With my legs wrapped around you as you bound and gag me? Or at your feet, bowing to your every dark sadistic desire?”
“Watch the tone,” he growled.
I pulled out of his grasp and sat back on the stool. “Whatever.”
“Office. Now,” he demanded.
I took a swig of my beer, ignoring him.
A heavy hand cupped the back of my neck. “If you know what’s good for you, you will listen to me.”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. The whole thing was ridiculous but he pissed me off. His jealous rage although hot at times, at this very moment I was ready to kick him in the balls. “I’m drinking my beer and enjoying the music.”
“Lover.”
“What?” I turned to him. “You want me to go to your office so you can fuck me and pretend everything is fine? Cause it’s not, Brett. You can’t always get out of our fights by using sex.”
His grip on my neck tightened. “You never complained before.”
I shrugged. “So? Right now, I’m enjoying my drink.” I lifted the bottle when it was snatched from my hands and thrown across the bar. Glass and beer flew everywhere as it shattered against the wall.
“Oh real mature, asshole,” I snapped, pushing out of his hold.
His eyes darkened to the point of being black. “Get in my fucking office. Now.”
“Really, Brett?” I tried not to notice the people staring at us. “You’re causing a scene.”
He pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I don’t care. Everyone can hear what I have to fucking say to you. I don’t give a shit.”
“Then say it, Brett. Tell me how jealous you are. How much you wanted to punch Nick in the face for even talking to me. You going to do that with every guy? What about Kane? Jake? My fucking father! You going to punish me for letting them talk to me? Or do I have to go around with a sign on my chest saying, I’m sorry, I’m taken. Don’t talk to me.”
Our chests rose and fell as we sat and glared at each other. My body flushed with heat.
“Office,” he snarled.
I jumped to my feet and headed in the direction of his office. With a shaky hand, I opened the door when I was tackled from behind and pushed to the floor.
“I want you so fucking bad right now,” Brett snarled, fisting my hair in his hands.
“Show me.” I rolled over onto my back and gripped his shirt. My blood pumped in my ears as I ripped the dress shirt in half. Button’s flew around us, pinging off the wall and floor.
He growled and pulled at my clothes.
I struggled out of my panties and arched my back as he split my black cotton dress down the middle. My body throbbed, aching for him in a way that was dark and delicious. “Brett,” I begged.
He undid his belt and towered over me before crashing his mouth to mine.
My fingers trailed inside his shirt, scratching into his skin.
He lifted me in his arms and sat back at the same time as he impaled me.
I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck. My body opened to him, taking him deep as I circled my hips against him.
“Hard, lover. Fuck. I need you rough.”
I moaned and rode him like he asked. Our bodies slapped together, my fingers digging into his muscles. “You feel so good.” I licked up the side of his neck to his jaw, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow scratching at my tongue. My body buzzed.
Anger and frustration circled around us as we used each other’s bodies for pleasure. Taking what we wanted and needed.
His teeth grazed over my collar bone before biting down. His hands pulled and kneaded at my skin. “Harder, Evvie. Use. Me. Possess me.”
Sweat ran down my back as I gave him what he demanded. What both of us craved. My muscles burned. It was rough, intense and I wouldn’t change anything about it. We scratched and pulled at each other, needing the connection more than anything.
A tingle spread from my tailbone to my neck before crashing into me hard. I screamed, his name leaving my lips as his hips sped up.
Brett lowered me to the floor and licked between my lips.
I smirked
and pushed him onto his back. Brushing my nose up the side of his neck, I inhaled. The scent of leather, man and sex invaded my nostrils making my core clench around him. I was drunk with desire for this man. “I want to eat you.”
He growled and pushed me off of him before kneeling between my legs. His hands spread my knees apart. “Beautiful.”
I licked my lips as Brett pulled off his ripped shirt, his muscles straining and rippling under the movements. Red scratches marred his skin, sending a shiver down my body. Mine.
His eyes darkened. “The way you’re looking at me right now is fucking hot.”
I spread my legs as he towered over me. “How am I looking at you?” I asked, scratching my nails down the hard contours of his torso.
He nipped my ear, trailing bites along my jaw. “Like you want to eat me alive.”
I shook my head. “I want to devour you.”
He growled. “Take my thick cock,” he demanded, lowering back into me.
I moaned, my muscles stretching as he pushed between my legs. My thighs burned as he powered into me, my legs restrained under him. “Harder, Brett.” I swallowed a gasp and ran my fingers through his hair.
He grabbed a fistful of my blonde curls and pulled my head back. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I panted.
“Again.”
“You. Oh God, I belong to you.”
His hips sped up. “Mine.”
I scratched my nails down his back, marking him in my own way.
“That’s it. Scratch me. Mark me as yours, lover. Hurt me,” he demanded, breathing hard against my neck.
I pulled at his hair, scratched at his skin and met him thrust for thrust. My teeth grazed over his collar bone before I bit down.
His big body covered mine as he continued to demand his pleasure from me and I gave in. Willingly.
My pussy throbbed, aching from the rough force of his thick length. Sweat coated our bodies, our clothes were torn, hanging off of us in pieces. It was rough, passionate. Delicious. But I had the insatiable urge to do it over and over again.
The sounds of sex filled the air and I moaned, spreading myself wide for him.
Brett’s large hands cupped my inner thighs, squeezing tight as he powered into me with a ferocity we both craved.
His cock swelled as he pushed into me, filling me to the hilt as his body shook. He came hard, spurting his warmth into me.
My body relaxed, like I was melting into the floor.
He sat back on his hunches. He wiped the tip of his cock over my aching core, his release coating me. “Spread yourself for me.”
I reached between us and spread the folds of my sex, revealing my engorged clit.
He groaned and pushed the head of his length over the aching nub.
I whimpered, thrusting my hips to match his movements. “Oh Brett.”
He smirked and sped up his thrusts. “I’m going to come all over you, Evvie.”
I moaned. “Please. Mark me. I need you everywhere.”
He chuckled. “Oh I have been, don’t you forget it.”
I smiled and licked my lips. He had touched every part of me. He owned me and he made damn sure that he reminded me constantly.
***
“Are you sure you wanna do this?”
I rolled my eyes at the fifth time Kane asked me if I wanted to move in with Brett. It was finally the weekend and I was getting my stuff ready to head over to his apartment. “Yes, Kane.”
“What about your furniture?” he asked, grabbing a box from my arms.
“Donate it.” I didn’t need to bring much with me. Just my clothes really.
We moved the last box into Brett’s apartment and I sighed, taking in the vast space around me. Anna had moved back home but not before she gave me a hug. It threw me, but I returned the embrace.
“You need anything, you call me. You’ll always have a home at our apartment.”
I turned to Kane.
His hands were shoved in his pockets, his black t-shirt stretched over a massive chest. He rubbed his bald head and looked away.
“What’s going on, Kane?”
He sighed. “Rumors are going around.” His jaw clenched. “Just be careful. Brett’s become…moody.”
Become moody? The guy was always moody. “That’s nothing new.”
“Not usually.” He pulled me in for a hug. “Just be careful.”
I nodded and watched him leave. Shutting the door behind him, I leaned against it and took a breath. Trying to ease my racing heart, I closed my eyes and inhaled. Was I making the wrong decision? Kane was right. Brett had become moody. Since our big fight a week ago that had turned into amazing hot messy sex, I hardly saw him. But every time I did, he would make sure to kiss me. To touch me. To love me.
My phone dinged, startling me from my thoughts.
All moved in, lover?
I smiled. Yes, I typed and hit send.
Good. Now go to our bedroom.
My stomach flipped. Our bedroom. Why did those two little words get me all excited?
I want you naked. Kneeling on the bed. With your back to the door.
My body heated. And if I don’t?
I could almost hear him chuckle. I loved playing games with him. He liked that I gave him a challenge. I knew that. He knew that. He also knew that I would be ready and waiting for him. Always.
The keys jiggling in the door made me gasp. Shit. I ran to the bedroom but not before Brett saw me dart away.
“I see you didn’t listen to me,” he yelled from the doorway.
I backed up, holding my hands to shield him off. My heart raced, my body blooming as I tripped against the bed and fell on my ass.
A bubble of laughter left me and I pushed to all fours when my feet were pulled out from under me.
“Why are you not on the bed naked like I asked?”
I rolled my eyes. “You didn’t ask. You demanded it.”
He bit the side of my neck. “And?”
I struggled out from under him. “I’m making you work for it.”
He chuckled. “Oh, lover.” He reached under my dress and ripped my panties. “I sure love a fucking challenge.”
***
“I cannot believe you just told me that,” I laughed and shook my head at Tatiana. Not having many girlfriends, she was one that I could always count on to tell me straight up how it was.
It was a couple of nights later and she and I had decided to meet up for coffee to give our boss a much needed break while he stressed the hell out.
She blinked innocently. “What? You asked, I told.”
I sat back and took a sip of my coffee. “Kane is my best friend. Please don’t give me any more details about your sex life.”
She giggled and ran a hand through her shoulder length dark purple hair. The piercing in her eye brow twinkled in the dim café shop lighting. “You happy, babe?”
I smiled and sighed. “Yes.” And I was. Living with Brett for just over a week felt normal. It was like Mexico all over again. We didn’t fight. Unless you counted arguments about who got a shower first which then in turn ended up with both of us taking a shower at the same time.
“Are you happy?” I asked, placing my cup on the table between us. I waved at Anna as she came into the coffee shop.
Tatiana shrugged. Her caramel skin glowing as she blushed. “For now. It is what it is.” She smiled at Anna as she joined us.
Tatiana tried to play it off that her relationship with Kane was casual but I knew they both had feelings for each other. They just needed to get their heads out of their asses and realize that before it was too late.
Speaking of that… “Anna, have you talked to Evan?”
Her smile faltered. “No. He won’t…uh…return my calls.” She cleared her throat. “How was Mexico?”
I bit back a frown and sighed at her change in subject. “It was wonderful.”
“We heard you guys opened a club,” Tatiana said, crossing her legs as she
sat back in the couch.
It didn’t surprise me that the news had travelled fast. When we got home, a newspaper was at his door with a picture of the two of us smiling for the cameras in Mexico.
I nodded and explained what had happened. It was fun, exciting, exhilarating but also scary and overwhelming. I knew nothing about running a business and Brett promised he would help but the benefit that he was holding was the next day. He was stressed to the max. His controlling side wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. My nurturing side wanted to please the tension in his body but I hadn’t seen him enough to take care of that. You’d think living with the guy meant seeing him more but not so much. I saw him if I woke during the night but that was it.
“You talk to Claire?” Anna asked, ringing her hands in her lap.
My stomach twisted at the mere mention of that woman’s name. “Not since she showed up at Brett’s birthday party.” Everyone had found out about Claire and that she originally said she was pregnant with Brett’s baby. After having a miscarriage, it was like she fell off the face of the earth. No one knew who the father of the baby actually was except for her and it wasn’t like she was going to admit that anytime soon. It could have been Brett’s or Ethan’s. My brother. God, what I wouldn’t do to end that situation. I made a mental note of visiting him.
“Evvie?”
I looked up at Tatiana. “Hmm?”
She smiled. “You lost in thought?”
“Sorry. I was…” My gaze landed on someone as they came into the coffee shop. Someone I never thought I’d see again.
Stefan Price.
What the hell was he was doing here?
TWELVE
“Why, hello again, Evvie.”
Tatiana and Anna both looked at me. Their eyes filled with curiosity.
“Tatiana, Anna, this is Stefan. We met him in Mexico,” I mumbled.
They both watched as he sat down beside us, casually crossing his ankle over the opposite knee. It was like he thought we were lifelong friends but really, he bothered me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but something was off about him. Different. I didn’t trust him. At all.
“What are you doing here, Stefan?” I asked, my gaze darting from him to the door every so often. Brett was working so I didn’t expect him to show up but it wouldn’t surprise me if he did. It’s how he was. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he was there now¸ watching this whole messed up interaction. Waiting to strike when the moment was right.
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