Perfected by You

by J. M. Walker

  ***

  A week later I sat at my desk in front of my computer and typed. What I wasn’t sure, as I couldn’t focus. I could never focus. Evvie had taken over the managing of The Red Love and even though I knew she hadn’t been feeling well, she still pasted on a huge smile and did the job like she was born for it. So strong. If only I had that much strength.

  After our interview, our phone had been ringing off the hook with more interview requests, photo shoots and so on. It was all surreal but Evvie refused to turn anyone down. It wasn’t so much the attention she looked forward to but the passion for our clubs. She had a drive in her to share our story with the world. A husband and wife duo, spreading their love of dance clubs and restaurants across the country and more.

  Things had been a little different between us since I had submitted but it was on a more comfortable basis. It hadn’t happened again but the once was enough. For now. I had hoped that I wouldn’t need to do it again. It was hard for me in the first place but making my wife happy was more important.

  Although I’d rather be between my wife’s legs at that point, I really needed to get shit done. I huffed, placing my head in my hands when a light knock landed on the door to my office. “Come in,” I barked.

  The door slowly opened, revealing Evvie as she peeked her head into my office.

  My skin hummed and I bit back a smile. Rubbing my chin, I sat back in my leather chair, not taking my eyes away from her.

  She grinned, her cheeks flushing as she closed the door behind her.

  “What are you doing, my wife?” Her being ill had made me hesitant to make love to her but the color had finally gotten back into her cheeks. My dick twitched. It had been a couple of days. It wouldn’t be long before I had her pressed face first against my desk and my cock buried deep inside of her. She knew it. My body knew it. I knew it.

  Evvie sauntered towards me. “I was thinking about how we haven’t fooled around in here in a while. Also, tomorrow marks the anniversary of when we first kissed.”

  My gaze landed on the black couch in the middle of the office. Images of Evvie writhing under me months before reigned into my mind. “Hmm…we should celebrate.”

  “What do you have in mind?” she asked, kneeling at my feet.

  You bound and gagged for me. Spread open. Needing me. Always needing me. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “How about you suck my cock and then we’ll take it from there?”

  A purr left her mouth as she reached between us, undoing my belt and pants. “I want to taste you.”

  My dick lengthened and I pushed the chair back. “Under my desk, lover. I don’t want anyone seeing you if they happen to barge in.”

  She crawled under my desk and cupped my heavy sac through my pants.

  I groaned, brushing my fingers through her hair.

  Evvie reached a hand into the waistband of my boxers and pulled out my rigid length. Her eyes darkened, her pink tongue peeking out to lick over her bottom lip. “I want to devour you.”

  “Do you now?” Her words were going to make it very hard for me to last long if she kept them up. I was proud of her.

  Her cheeks reddened.

  I frowned. Brushing a thumb over her bottom lip, I spoke in a soothing tone. “Do what you want. Use me. Take my body but Evvie, never be embarrassed over telling me what you want to do to me.”

  She nodded and grazed her hand under my shirt, her fingers running over my abs. “Sit back and enjoy, my husband.”

  Her hand worked my length in slow smooth strokes, base to tip, base to tip. Her thumb brushed over the head every so often, my cock jerking under the touch.

  Our gazes locked as she pushed my dick against my stomach and licked up the length, her teeth grazing the underside.

  A hiss escaped my mouth at the sharp delicious pain. “Evvie,” I breathed.

  She grinned, lowering her mouth onto my cock. Once reaching the back of her throat, she stilled before releasing me with a sounding pop.

  “Again,” I demanded, my breath coming out in short bursts.

  Her eyes twinkled, heating with desire as she repeated her movements, stroking my cock with her mouth.

  I cupped the back of her neck, my hips moving of their own accord.

  Soft whimpers and moans left her mouth.

  “Fuck, Evvie.” I needed inside her. And not her mouth. My body vibrated and before I knew what I was even doing, I pushed her back. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her to her feet and bent her over my desk.

  Her breathing picked up, her lips swollen from me fucking her pretty mouth.

  Fisting her hair in my hand, I pressed her face against the dark cherry wood. “You started something, lover, and I’m going to finish it,” I growled in her ear as I ripped her panties off with a tug.

  “I need you,” she begged, gripping the edge of the desk.

  I grinned and nipped her ear lobe. Running the tip of my cock over her soaked entrance, I took a breath. I was so hard, it fucking hurt and I knew the only way to ease the pain would be to dive deep inside her.

  “Use me, my husband.”

  That was it. Those words set me off. I pushed into her aching body in a smooth move.

  Evvie’s eyes widened, a soft cry leaving her lips. “That’s it, Brett. Use me.”

  “Fuck, Evvie,” I growled and thrust into her hard, forcing the pleasure from her body. Her snug warmth wrapped around me, enveloping us in a blanket of ecstasy. But although my body was screaming for me to use her like she said, my brain was saying different. Gentle. She needed gentle but did she really? Sometimes maybe, but not always. Anticipation was key. Always making love the same way over and over again was boring. Way too vanilla. Shit. Why did I never think of that? I was such a fucking moron.

  “Harder. I know you want—“

  I tightened my hold on her hair, pulling her head back. “Evvie, the only word I want to hear leave your lips, is my name.”

  She grinned, her eyes darkening. “Or else what, baby?”

  Fuck me, I loved it when she challenged me. “I’ll spank your beautiful ass until you come against my hand.”

  “Hmm…”

  Licking along the side of her neck, I slowed my hips, building up the sensuality of my words. “I’ll make love to you for days, never leaving the warmth of your body. You’ll be so wet, one touch will make you come.” Her pussy clenched around me. Maybe she liked that idea.

  “What else?” she panted.

  “I will devour you. Every inch of your skin. Every curve of your body. I’ll start by kissing your mouth, working my way down to your beautiful breasts, then all the way down to your toes.”

  “Brett,” she moaned. “I want that.”

  I chuckled. “Anticipation, lover.”

  She growled. “Fuck anticipation.”

  “No.” I tugged her head back and wrapped my hand around her slender throat.

  She gasped, arching her back.

  “Open your mouth,” I demanded and pushed my fingers between her lips. “Now, hold on, Evvie.”

  She nodded, her body shaking at being restrained by me.

  Landing a hard swat on her ass, I rubbed the heated skin soon after igniting a small moan to leave her lips.

  I pulled out, leaned my head from side to side. The tendons in my neck cracked and I slammed back into her hot cunt so hard she screamed.

  Holding her under me, my fingers still in her mouth, I made use of her body in a way that I hadn’t in a very long while.

  My inner battle of was I too rough or too gentle always weighing on my mind, I didn’t actually care until the first time that I attacked her.

  A cry of pleasure interrupted my thoughts, helping me get out of my head.

  “That’s it, lover. Let me hear how good I make you feel. Don’t hold back those sounds or I’ll just fuck you harder.”

  Evvie moaned, her eyes darkening with lust and desire. For me. Always for me. From the first time to now, I could never get enough. And neither co
uld she.

  “Louder. Scream for me,” I commanded, powering into her with a strength I knew she would feel for days. My dick swelled, fitting nice and tight inside her hot little body when she came undone.

  Screams of ecstasy filled the room.

  I pushed into her body one last time as a hot shiver ran down my spine. “Fuuuuuck,” I growled, shooting my release into her core. Coating her. Marking her. Mine. Always mine. “Mine,” I whispered in her ear. Releasing her, I placed soft kisses on her cheek and neck, our bodies still connected.

  She sighed, a soft smile splaying on her lips. “Thank you.”

  As much as I didn’t want to, I pulled out of her and righted my pants. I landed a light peck on her ass igniting a giggle to escape her lips. “My favorite sound,” I whispered.

  Evvie rose to her full height and turned in my arms. “I’ve missed you but now, this moment we just shared…” She looked up, her blue eyes bright and shining. “I feel like I had part of you back.”

  My jaw clenched. I knew I had been holding back a part of myself but I never even realized that she would have felt it as well. God, I was so stupid sometimes. “I’m sorry.”

  She shook her head and smoothed down her uniform shirt and skirt. “Don’t be. I get it. I’m just…” Her eyes welled. “I’m happy that I’m slowly helping you. And Matteo. God, that man is a Godsend.”

  I chuckled. “He’s something.”

  “He’s been through a lot. I like knowing that you’re not alone. Ever.”

  I searched her face, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I love you. More than life itself. Without you, none of this…” I cleared my throat. “I wouldn’t feel this change in me, if it wasn’t for you.”

  “It’s not just me. It’s you. You are helping yourself. You’re taking control, baby.”

  My body hummed. “God, I love it when you call me that.”

  She laughed and wiped away a lonely tear that had rolled down her cheek. “It just comes out. I’m sorry if it’s corny.”

  Pinching her chin, I tilted her head back and captured her mouth in a soft but demanding kiss. “Never.”

  “God, I love you. I never…” She wrapped her hands around my neck. “Never in a million years did I think I would meet a man like you.”

  My cock lengthened and if we didn’t have to get back to work…ah, fuck it. I was the boss, I could do whatever I damn well pleased. Knowing my wife wouldn’t complain, I slowly made my way back into her body for the second time around. Once was never enough.

  ***

  A firm knock sounded on the door and I sat back, telling whoever the visitor was to come in. My stomach clenched when Anna Brinson, an old friend stepped into my office.

  “Hey,” she said softly, shutting the door behind her.

  “What do you want?” I bit out, crossing my arms under my chest.

  Her back stiffened as she took a tentative step towards me. The British bombshell rung her hands together, her eyes darting back and forth.

  I made her nervous. Good. The woman caused issues for Evvie and I in the beginning, and although I kind of enjoyed seeing my wife jealous, it wasn’t worth it.

  “I was wondering if you’ve seen Evan.” She sat in the chair across from my desk and rubbed her hands over her jean clad thighs.

  “Why?” I asked, noting the dark look of sadness in her gaze.

  “We…I tried calling Evvie. I…I just need to find him,” she said, swallowing hard.

  “Evan has been busy.” The guy had been helping me with my surprise for his sister but I wasn’t his keeper. I didn’t know where the fuck he was.

  Anna nodded. “Please, Brett. If you—“

  “Why do you want to know where my brother is?” Evvie asked, coming out of my office bathroom.

  Anna’s eyes widened.

  They had become friends but Evvie still wouldn’t take any woman’s shit, especially when it came to her brothers or me.

  “I think this is something I should talk to Evan about but if you don’t know where he is, I’ll just keep calling him. Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.” Anna nodded and rose to her full height, making her way to the door. “If you hear from him, please tell him to call me.” And with that, she turned and left my office, the door quietly shutting behind her.

  “Well that was strange,” Evvie pointed out.

  I grabbed my phone and sent Evan a quick text. Anna is looking for you.

  Shit. Thanks, my man.

  She’s upset about something.

  You being a shrink now?

  Just warning you, jackass.

  She’s upset because I keep turning her down.

  I rolled my eyes. Seriously. Talk to her.

  I didn’t check to see if he had texted me back. I didn’t care for that matter. Anna and I were no longer close like we used to be in high school, but I still wanted what was best for her. I knew her and Evan had a thing. How far it went, I wasn’t sure. I was a guy. I didn’t ask. But Anna had become friends with my wife so for her, I would play nice.

  “I wonder what she wants.”

  I shrugged. I knew what I wanted though. To be in my wife’s body over and over again until she passed out in my arms from pure exhaustion.

  “Brett?”

  “Hmm?”

  Evvie’s cheeks reddened. “You thinking about me?”

  I scratched my chin, a smug smile forming on my face. “Always. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  She leaned down and brushed her mouth along mine. “Tell me.”

  “I’m thinking how I want your voice raw from screaming my name over and over again. I want your body sore. Aching. Throbbing. Begging for my touch.”

  “What else?” she breathed.

  Reaching up between us, I wrapped my hand around her throat.

  Her eyes dilated, darkening.

  “You’ll see.” I had ideas. And she wouldn’t hate the word anticipation if I told her them.

  She grumbled and huffed.

  I laughed, pulling her into my arms when another knock sounded on the door. “Come in.” My stomach sunk when I saw Officer Charles standing at the doorway.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

  I shook my head and rose to my feet, grabbing Evvie’s hand. She hooked her fingers around my arm, squeezing reassuringly.

  “Please, have a seat,” I offered.

  The older cop shut the door behind him. “I suggest you doing the same.”

  Bile rose to my throat at his words. Something was wrong. Very very wrong. I looked down at Evvie and she nodded. She pulled me alongside her and led us to the couch across from Officer Charles.

  “I have some news and then some questions.”

  “Go on,” I said through clenched teeth. My heart raced, a cold chill running down my back.

  The cop took a breath. “Brett, your mother is dead.”

  NINE

  I sat there, unable to move, unable to speak as the words bounced around in my head.

  Dead. My mother was dead.

  A gasp sounded, words flowed through the air but I couldn’t focus. Who was talking? Me? Evvie? I didn’t know. All of the guilt I had felt over the years crashed into me.

  My fault. It was my fault my mother treated me the way she did. No. No, it wasn’t my fault. Never my fault. But why? How could she be dead?

  At that moment, I felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of my back. My chest felt light, no longer constricting with the lack of air I couldn’t breathe since she came back into my life.

  The abuse. Torture. Pain. So much pain.

  And didn’t I inflict that pain on Evvie? My beautiful wife. She asked for it though. Always asking for it. Apart of me had felt like I had brainwashed her into needing the pain that I was so willing to give. Matteo told me different. Evvie herself told me that she craved it. The sting of my palm. The bite of my belt. Always consensual. Always. I wouldn’t have it any other way. But fuck. Me.

  “Brett?”

  “Baby?�
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  I placed my head in my hands, rocking back and forth. I couldn’t deal. She was dead.

  People were talking but I couldn’t hear the words as I battled this surge of emotion deep inside of me. My mother. Was dead. And I was fucking happy about it. That revelation hit me so hard, my vision blurred. The room spun and the next thing I knew, darkness struck.

  ***

  “I think he’s coming around.”

  My wife’s sweet voice pulled me from the onslaught of my nightmare. Dead. My mother was dead. I groaned and sat up. “What happened?” I asked, my voice raw.

  “You passed out,” Officer Charles stated.

  “Are you alright?” Evvie whispered, wrapping her arm around me.

  No. I wasn’t. At all. “Tell me. What happened?”

  “We followed up on our lead and found your mother’s apartment. We went to check in on her and found her lying on the floor of her kitchen. Brett.” Officer Charles took a breath. “She was shot.”

  I winced, swallowing past the bile that had burned my throat. “Do you know by who?”

  “No but we’re looking in on it. We have a couple suspects.”

  I scoffed. I bet but there were only two people in this world that had any reason to end her. Claire Morgan or me. “Have you talked to Claire?” I looked up when I didn’t get a response.

  “She’s one of the suspects.”

  I nodded.

  “What can you tell me about her?” he asked, sitting forward.

  My mouth opened and closed. That woman. Who was just as bad as my mother, was someone I did not want to discuss. The shit she had put me through, making me almost lose my Evvie…God, I hated her.

  “She’s his ex,” Evvie explained, gripping my hand tight in hers. She gave the officer as much information as she could about the woman. Her causing us problems in the beginning. Her being pregnant and possibly with my baby.

  At that thought, I shot to my feet, pacing back and forth before I reached my bar. With shaky hands, I poured myself a drink of rum and slammed it back. The burning liquid coating my stomach, spreading a warmth over my body. I took a couple deep cleansing breaths. “Claire and my mother were working together to get money out of me. That was the reason for the pregnancy but Claire ended up fucking Evvie’s brother so we don’t know who the father is.”