The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  My father nods his head. “We’ve been gone and things need to get back in order. I want him here as soon as possible so he can help do just that,” he states before he stands and walks out of the room clearly ending our meeting.

  Well that was short. Couldn’t he have told us that over a phone call?

  Micah turns to me. “Do you ever talk to Parker anymore?”

  Parker, Josh, and I used to be inseparable back in middle school and high school. Josh and I were always closer but Parker was usually close behind.

  “I spoke to him last year when he came into town for the birthday party that we threw for Josh.” At the time, Josh was with his fiancée. The crazy bitch tried to get me to fuck her that night. Micah was with Holly, so Parker and I were our usual single selves fucking everything we could but of course I turned down Josh’s fiancée. “How about you?”

  “I spoke with him a couple of weeks ago. He called me to confirm that he was coming to Vegas and that he’s in the wedding.” Micah smiles over at me.

  I let out a long breath and lean my head back against the chair. “I see Vegas ending in disaster,” I mumble.

  Parker has a tendency to bring up things from the past. Angel and I just went through all those videos that Jessica sent her. I don’t want her to know things about my past when it comes to women. Because I sure as hell don’t like hearing about her and Jax’s past.

  Micah laughs.

  “Why do you think that the high probability of me getting in trouble with Angel is funny?” I ask looking over to him.

  He shrugs. “I just see it the same way you see me freaking out over my wedding with Holly,” he says simply.

  “You’re such an ass,” I growl getting up out of my chair.

  “That’s what little brothers are for.” He pats me on the back before he turns and heads to his office.

  *****

  Around lunchtime I’m on a call to a client when my door opens. I look up and expect to see Angel, but instead see Tate walking in. I lift my free hand and motion for him to take a seat as I wrap up my phone call.

  “What can I do for you, Tate?” I ask once I hang up the phone.

  “Has Sam asked you any questions?” he asks.

  I think back to her asking me what was wrong after I took the phone call from Jax and had the talk with Tate about his secret. I couldn’t tell her any of it. My body language was giving something away, she just couldn’t figure it out. I had taken off my sweatpants and climbed on top of her. I needed her. I needed to feel like everything was still okay. She had agreed to marry me and in a matter of hours things were already threatening to fall apart. But I don’t want Tate to know any of that. He already has a lot going on. He doesn’t need to know that I acted like a little bitch, afraid I was going to lose my favorite toy to a big bully, which would be Jax in this case.

  I take a good look at him. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. The total opposite of how he was in New York. He didn’t act like being around her affected him much until we landed last night. We argued at the airport over him telling her, because I feel she has the right to know. My words were pointless, though. He could have cared less what I thought. He knows I won’t run and tell her anything. She will have questions that I won’t have answers to.

  “No,” I respond to his question. “As far as I know, there is no way for her to find out unless you tell her.”

  We sit in silence for a few seconds as I watch him stare down at the black and white Persian rug that sits in the middle of my office floor. I can see the battle he’s having just by staring at him. He looks pained, and I hate that I’m going to see that same look on Angel’s face when he tells her that all along she has had a brother but that he wasn’t there when she needed him.

  “Why?” I ask finally breaking the silence. “Has she said something to you?”

  I don’t know just how close they have gotten since he has entered her life for the second time, but Tate is close with us guys. Tate and I had a rocky start when he showed up at her mother’s house a few months back, but now I consider him one of my best friends and soon he is going to be my brother. Just like Micah and Josh are.

  He shakes his head getting my attention before looking up to me. He runs a hand over his cropped dark hair. “I was the one who bought Jack’s house,” he admits softly.

  Not what I was expecting. “That was you?” I ask shocked. “I wondered how it sold so fast.” Now I know why he had called me freaking out when he had been notified that she put her dad’s house up for sale. He wanted it.

  He nods his head and sighs.

  “How did she not know? She had all the paperwork faxed to her the next day,” I remind him. I don’t think that is something that she could have overlooked.

  He lets out a long breath. “My legal name is not Tate but she has never known me by anything other than that. I had to have help from a friend to get that house in order for her not to find out.”

  “Your name is not really Tate?” This cannot be happening.

  He shakes his head slowly and looks down to the floor once again. “Like I said before, I have secrets, Slade,” he mumbles.

  I sit back in my chair and let out a puff of air, completely shocked.

  Just how deep do his secrets go?

  “I feel…guilty,” he admits, getting my attention.

  “That you’re keeping a secret from her?” I’m not sure which secret I’m asking about. There seems to be many.

  He slowly nods his head as he keeps his eyes on the floor as in thought. “I’m just not ready. I know—” He holds up his hand thinking I was going to speak. “I’m being a selfish prick and a horrible brother. I’m just not ready to bring up my past and all the fucked-up things it involves.”

  I release a long breath. I sit and watch him as he mentally fights with himself. He is just like his sister. They both want to keep their lives a secret from the world. They both wear their hearts on their sleeves, they just don’t want to admit it.

  “You have my word, Tate. As long as you need to keep that secret. Or if you ever just need to talk.”

  He stands up and nods his head once. Looking me in the eye he says, “Thanks, Slade,” then turns around and walks out of my office.

  I don’t know what he wanted to accomplish by coming up to my office, but I feel like whatever he was searching for, he did not get.

  I sit up in my chair and send out an email to a friend. I know I told him that my lips were sealed. It does not mean that I’m not gonna search to find out who the hell he truly is.

  It’s thirty minutes later; I’ve sent an email to an old friend and then checked through my emails from us being out of town when I hear my door open again. I look up and see my Angel walking in like she owns the place. Her black, sexy fuck-me heels click as she crosses the dark hardwood floors. Her dark brown hair is in big curls and falls down on both sides of her Barbie doll face. She still has her sunglasses on and a naughty little smile on her sexy lips.

  “What can I do for you, beautiful?” I ask with a smile on my face.

  She walks up to my desk, places her palms flat, and leans over. “I believe I am here to do something for you.”

  “What is that?” I ask with a knowing smile.

  “I’m here to service you, Sir.”

  That soft voice has my eyebrows shoot up along with my cock. Fuck, did that sound hot as hell. I sit there speechless as she leans over even further. Placing her face right up to mine. She still has on her sunglasses, and it’s killing me, wanting to pull them off and see those bright green eyes.

  She licks her pink shiny lips and the notion reminds me of why she is here. Service my cock.

  “Unless you don’t have time for me.” She sticks that plump bottom lip out, pouting. “I did have an appointment didn’t I?”

  I nod my head, and she pushes off of the desk and walks around. I spin my chair around to face her, and she stops in front of me looking down. I stand quickly, not liking that fact that she
’s looking down at me.

  I reach up and remove her big black sunglasses before tossing them onto my desk. I lean down, taking her lips with mine, and I feel her hand go to my pants—not wanting to waste any time. She unzips them and reaches through my boxers, pulling out my hard dick. I moan at the instant relief from the restraining fabric. It’s been throbbing all day, and I’m pretty sure my balls are blue.

  I pull back from her and lift my hands to undo my purple tie. She tilts her head to the side in confusion as I slip it out from underneath the collar of my button-down dress shirt. I take her wrists in mine and place them behind her back.

  “Hold them still,” I command, and she obliges. I fasten my tie around her wrists, securing them tightly behind her back.

  She smiles when I pull back and lift my hands to undo the buttons on her white blouse. I undo them far enough to reveal her pierced belly button, then push the shirt back so it sits at the top of her arms, constricting her arms even more. She arches her back, pushing her chest up toward me. I pull down her flesh tone bra and lean down to take a pink nipple in my mouth. She moans as I swirl my tongue around it until it hardens. Then I lightly bite it, making her breaths come faster as she pants.

  I pull away and smile. “To your knees,” I demand selfishly not wanting to wait any longer. She came to my office to give me what I want and right now I want to have her at my mercy. To have her pleasuring me.

  She falls to her knees without a word, and her head bows. The only sound in the room is her heavy breathing, and I smile a cocky smile knowing she is probably already wet from thinking about what was going to happen to her once she got to my office.

  I slide my left hand into her hair and softly lift her head. I grab a hold of my cock at the base, and she licks her lips before she opens her mouth. I glide it into her mouth and look down at my dick slowly working in and out of her soft lips. She pulls back and then presses forward, just starting to ease it in. She’s trying to be gentle, but I don’t want that. I want to fuck her with a force that has her eyes watering and her pussy soaked.

  I release my cock and place both hands in her hair. “Open your eyes.”

  She opens those heavy lids and looks up at me. “This is going to be hard and fast,” I grind out as she tries to pull away from me. “Don’t fight it.” I tighten my hands in her hair, while giving her a reassuring smile, but inside I’m dying. I’ve been needing this all fucking day, and I’m about to take it.

  I push my hips forward, and she whimpers when I feel the back of her throat. She doesn’t try to pull away this time as I give her all of me. She opens her throat up and sits patiently on her knees as I have my way with her mouth. Pushing in and out like my life depends on it. I throw my head back, and my jaw tightens when she moans, vibrating my cock.

  “That’s it, baby,” I grind out. “Fuck…” I hiss when I feel my balls tighten. I push my hips one more time when I feel my release in the back of her throat, and I hold her head steady. Once I release her, she pulls away quickly, opening her mouth and breathing heavily.

  I want more!

  Watching her restrain herself last night was a fucking turn on. I could have just sat there in that chair for hours and watched as she moaned and wiggled while waiting for me to take her. To do with her whatever I pleased. I didn’t make her wait long though. My downfall is that I’m impatient when it comes to her. Especially when she’s naked and says the word please. Gets me every time. Maybe I should gag her. Now there’s an idea. Maybe we’ll try that eventually.

  I reach down and pull her to stand quickly and shove her back against the wall next to my desk, smashing her restrained arms between her and the wall. She lets out a strangled cry from my force. I need to feel her come. I need to bring her pleasure like she just brought me.

  I place my hands down on her thighs and lift up her pencil skirt to where it rests around her waist. I rip her panties off not wanting to deal with that annoying piece of fabric that just gets in my fucking way. I slowly push a finger into her.

  “You’re so wet, baby.” I lean my head down to the crook of her neck taking in a deep breath. “Does sucking my cock make you wet?” I whisper making her shiver.

  I start to move it in and out before I add another one.

  “Yes,” she answers, letting her head fall back against the wall, her lips parted and breaths coming quicker and quicker.

  I chuckle. “You like being on your knees as I use your mouth,” I say as I kiss up her exposed chest and neck.

  “Yes,” she whimpers once again.

  “Why is that, Angel?” I growl getting turned on by her confession. I know she likes giving it as much as I like taking it.

  “Ahh.” She cries out as my fingers continue to move in and out of her wet pussy.

  Growling I say, “Answer me.”

  “Because I’m yours.” She swallows. “To use however you want,” she pants.

  I moan at those words. Nothing makes a man feel more powerful than his woman telling him that she is his to do with whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

  “You are mine,” I say clenching my jaw and getting more forceful with my fingers.

  She takes in a few deep breaths as her body stiffens and her orgasm rocks her, making her sway. I wrap an arm around her tightly, keeping her up as I continue to milk her pussy for all it has. I know how hard she can come, and I fucking want it.

  She comes loudly, not caring who can hear her, and neither do I. Let them know what I do this to woman.

  I place her in my office chair, knowing she can’t stand on her shaking legs and those skinny heels she wears. Reaching behind her I undo my tie that still restricts her hands. Once done, I kneel down in front of her and set her hands in her lap as I gently rub her wrists.

  I watch her parted lips as she sucks in breath after breath. Her chest rises and falls fast, her bra pulled down giving me a look at her hard nipples. She has her head resting back against the chair, and her eyes are still closed. I can feel her legs still shaking against me from her orgasm.

  I release her wrists and place my hand in her hair and pull her head down to face me. She opens her heavy eyes, and she looks like she’s in some trance. I smirk, basking in the state I have brought her to.

  I continue to kneel in front of her silently letting her get her body back under control. When she can finally breathe normal again she speaks.

  “What has gotten into you?” she asks with a soft smile.

  What did get into me? “I’m pretty sure it was you calling me sir,” I say honestly.

  She gives a little laugh.

  “No, really. It was hot,” I remark honestly.

  She playfully slaps me on the chest. “Where are my panties?” she asks sitting up straight in the chair, looking around as she starts to readjust her bra and button her blouse back up.

  “You’re not getting them back,” I respond.

  She points a finger at me. “I need them. I’m going dress shopping with your mother and the girls after work.”

  I stand up and grab some tissues off of my desk and hand them to her to clean up. I place my dick back inside my boxers and refasten my slacks. “So? You don’t need panties to go shopping with the girls,” I state, loving the idea that she will be commando the rest of the day. Means less I have to take off as soon as she walks through the front door of our house.

  “Slade.” She sighs looking down at her watch I gave her for Christmas. “Your mother is taking me and Holly wedding dress shopping. I don’t want to go without underwear.” She makes a look of disgust.

  I smile, pulling her up and out of the chair. “You’re going shopping for your wedding dress?” I ask shocked.

  “Yes,” she answers with no hint of excitement.

  I frown at her lack of enthusiasm. “I didn’t know you had plans after work.”

  “Your mother called me earlier. We were supposed to all meet at your parents’ house and look at things online. But I guess Holly’s mom had to go out of town fo
r work and has a few dresses she wants her to try on. Your mother thinks it will be a good time to have me look for a dress as well.” She sighs.

  I grab her left hand and bring it up to my lips. I give her knuckles a light kiss. “Do you want me talk to her? I don’t want her to push you if you’re not ready.” I would wait for her as long as she needs me to, and I know my mother can be overwhelming when it comes to stuff like this.

  “No.” She pulls back from me. “I am ready. I…” She looks down at her ring. “I’m just nervous.” She laughs at herself then her eyes come back up to meet mine. “I just want it to be perfect for you,” she whispers. “What if you hate the dress that I pick out?”

  I pull her back into me and wrap my arms around her small waist. “You are perfect, baby. Don’t worry about the dress or anything else about the wedding. I’m going to love it. You know why?” She shakes her head. “Because whatever you pick will be what you love. And that’s all the matters to me.”

  She gives me a smile, and I lean down, giving her a soft kiss on her lips. She pulls back and cocks an eyebrow. “Enough about the wedding. Where are my panties?”

  I laugh as I pull them out of my pocket. She gasps when I hand them to her. “Slade,” she snaps, holding them up in front of her. “You tore them.”

  “I figured you knew that when I yanked them from your hips,” I say with laughter.

  “I wasn’t paying attention,” she mumbles shoving them back into my pocket. “You can have them.” She claps her hands together as if she just got an idea. “I will run by the house and change before I meet the girls after work,” she says matter-of-fact.

  I pat my pocket giving her a victory smile. “Well then, there you go.”

  She leans over and kisses my lips. She starts to leave and then turns to face me before she walks out, placing her sunglasses on top of her head. “Thank you, Sir, for the services.”

  I growl as she walks out laughing.

  CHAPTER TWO

  SAMANTHA

  “I love this one,” Vivian says with a smile as she holds up the hundredth wedding dress. Okay, it’s more like the fifth, but it feels like the hundredth dress.