Éveiller Drive Complete Boxed Set

by Melanie James

  Brad felt a wet spot forming on his t-shirt where Jamie’s head rested. Her silent tears broke his heart. “Baby, say something please,” he pleaded.

  “I—I don’t know what to say. I’m so glad you’re okay and you made it home.” Jamie’s tears started to flow harder, soon the sobs followed. “Please don’t ever keep something like that from me again! We’re supposed to be partners, which means we deal with everything equally. How can we do that if you don’t tell me what is going on?”

  “I know, baby. I know and I’m so sorry. I should have called you. You should have been there and if I could go back and do it differently, I would.” Brad pulled her onto his lap and cradled her against his chest. He kissed her forehead softly, holding her as tight as he could without hurting her.

  Brad watched as Jamie dried the tears from her eyes. He leaned down slowly, pressing his lips to hers. Her response made his blood boil. He expected apprehension or for her to push him away. Hell, that would have been his response if she was the one who dropped a bombshell like he had. She scrambled to an upright position, straddling him. Her arms wrapped tight around his neck as the kiss intensified. Brad groaned as her fingers danced down his stomach to the hem of his shirt. Jamie wasted no time pulling back and yanking his shirt over his head.

  Needing to feel her bare skin against his, he pulled her sweater over her head in a flash. Jamie surprised him when she reached around and unfastened her bra, teasing him before tossing the lacy material to the floor. He ground his teeth as he watched her hands slide over her breasts, squeezing them softly. When he reached for them, she playfully swatted his hands away.

  “Baby, I don’t think I can handle you teasing me right now. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, since I’ve touched you, since I’ve tasted you. My mouth is already watering and I’m starving.”

  Jamie quickly jumped off of Brad’s lap before he could catch her. She stood in front of him and slowly unfastened the button on her jeans. Brad watched in awe, nearly mesmerized as she released the zipper and began to shimmy out of her jeans. The sight of her lacy black panties was almost too much for him to bear.

  “Starving huh?” Jamie ran her fingers over the front of her panties and then back up to her chest. Brad’s eyes tracked each of her deliberate movements. “You make yourself sound like some sort of wild animal.”

  “Baby, I’ll be any damn thing you want me to be if it means being inside of you.” Brad slowly stood, kicking off his shoes, followed by his jeans and boxers.

  “Then come and get it, tiger.”

  “Yes ma’am.” Brad wasn’t a man that had to be told twice. He quickly closed the distance between him and his wife.

  Jamie gasped as Brad grabbed a hold of her. His hands were everywhere at once as his mouth crashed down on her lips. He lovingly caressed every inch of her body. He left a scorching trail of tiny kisses from her jaw to her neck and down to her chest. Desire pooled in her belly, desperate to have him.

  Dizzy from the yearning that coursed through her, she hadn’t realized he led her back to the couch. Brad kneeled in front of her, his hands rested atop her knees. Gently he pulled her legs open to reveal her lacy black panties. His tongue swept gently over her thighs one at a time—teasing until she felt his warm breath against her core. In a flash, he tore her panties from her body and dove in to taste her sweetness.

  A husky moan escaped from her the instant Brad’s tongue made contact with her silken folds. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, holding his head against her center. Her hips circled in a frenzy to meet his actions. He pulled her closer to the edge of the couch, lifting her legs over his shoulders.

  Jamie writhed as the pleasure consumed her. Panting, begging for more with each teasing sweep of Brad’s tongue. “Please, Brad, I need more!” She yelled, not caring if the neighbors heard her through the opened windows.

  “Tell me what you want, baby.” Brad slowed his motions, waiting for Jamie to answer.

  “I need to feel you inside of me. Please!” Jamie pleaded, sure her head would explode if he didn’t heed her command.

  Brad slid two fingers into her soaked channel, working them slowly in and out of her, teasing her just a bit more. “You are so tight. So wet. So fucking hot.”

  Her mind was in a lust induced fog, but she knew he held her captive to the sensations just out of reach of the final prize. “More.” Jamie demanded.

  Brad watched as her body trembled when he picked up the pace, paying special attention to the area she loved the most. She was on the very edge of climax and he knew it. Sliding a third finger inside of her, he leaned in to lick and suck her tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth.

  Jamie could swear she saw stars as Brad’s lips came down on her nub. The action sent her propelling towards the stars. Her head tossed and turned from side to side. She clawed at his back, shouted to the heavens as her sweet juices covered his fingers.

  Her eyes focused on her husband as he gently slid his fingers out of her before lifting them to his mouth, sucking her sweetness from them. “Just the way I remember you. You taste so damn good.”

  He didn’t give her anytime to recover. Orgasmic aftershocks wracked her body as Brad quickly positioned his length at her opening. She cried in bliss when he slammed home in one quick thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her.

  “I don’t think I can go slow and make this last, baby. That’s going to have to wait until the next round.” Brad took a deep breath, desperately trying to bite back the sudden need to fill her with his seed. It was a losing battle and he knew it, but he wanted it to last as long as possible. It had been so fucking long, and she felt so damn good. He could barely stand the sweet torture that her tightness provided.

  “Oh God! I’m so close, again. Brad, I need—I—oh God, please make me come.” Jamie loved the way Brad had always commanded her body. From their very first time…every time after, he worked her into a frenzy without failure. She loved the fact that he was a giver, making sure her pleasure was his top priority.

  “Shhhh. Easy, baby. Don’t I always take good care of you?” He slowed his thrusts. Each stroke found him nearly pulling completely out before slowly sliding his length back in. With a roll of his hips, he repeated the motion, bending over to suck her erect nipples into his mouth one at a time.

  “Mmmm. Yes! Always!” Jamie cried out.

  Brad’s motions came to a complete halt. He quickly pulled Jamie off of the couch and flipped her over, placing her backside in the air, gently pushing her legs apart once more. One hand wound around her long thick hair while the other teased her entrance with his cock. He slid it back and forth, never quite entering or giving her enough. She begged, pleaded for more. Her hips bucked against him in an effort to relieve the tension that built deep inside of her.

  Without warning, Brad slammed his length into her, filling her full, making her scream his name. His thrusts became frantic and forceful, shaking her small frame. Her channel clenched one last time, bringing her to the climax her body craved.

  Brad called out, his body shuddered as he filled his wife with his seed. Jamie’s tightness milking every last drop from him. They collapsed together in a panting heap of shaky bodies.

  “We needed that,” Brad proclaimed, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart.

  “Yes we did!” Jamie agreed before rolling on her side to face her husband. “I missed you so much, and I’m so glad you’re home.”

  “I missed you, too, baby. There’s no place I’d rather be. I’m home for good now. No more deployments, no more training trips, no more moving to new duty stations.”

  Jamie let that thought settle into her mind for a moment before speaking. Her face lit with the biggest grin she could muster. “You mean we can stay here, on Éveiller Drive?”

  “If here is where you want to stay, I’m up for it! This is one of the more normal neighborhoods we’ve lived in over the years. Dare I say, I l
ike it here.” Brad leaned in and kissed Jamie once more. “You’re going to get sick of me being around all the time you know.”

  “Nah, it will never happen!” Jamie mumbled in between kisses.

  Her stomach chose that exact moment to complain of its lack of fullness.

  “Sounds like we could use some pizza around here.” Brad suggested. “I miss pizza!”

  “Your wish is my command. You want your usual?” Jamie picked up her cellphone, hitting speed dial for the local pizza place.

  “Yes please! With extra everything.” Brad stood, slowly pulling on his boxers with a few grumbles as the pain speared through his leg and down his ankle.

  “It will be here in about an hour.” Jamie remained on the floor as she tugged on her shirt and shorts. “Does your leg hurt all the time?”

  “It feels like a dull ache that’s there all the time. When I get up and move around, it eases the pain some, but if I overdo it, it becomes unbearable. Running is out of the question for now, but long walks are good.” Brad tried to explain what the injury meant and what the pain was like.

  “So where do we go from here? I’m assuming you have some kind of plan that we haven’t talked about yet, because, well…we had to get a few things out of the way first.” Jamie offered a sly knowing smile in acknowledgment to the mind blowing orgasms she just had.

  “Let’s talk about it over dinner, if that’s okay. I just want to relax with you for a little bit and enjoy being home.”

  The doorbell rang a short while later, announcing the arrival of their dinner. Brad paid the driver then carried the large meatlovers pizza to the patio, carefully placing it on the table. Jamie followed swiftly on his heels, bringing the plates, napkins, and cold sodas.

  Brad started the conversation after they filled their plates. “I had a lot of time to think about everything while I was laid up in the hospital and in rehab. I’m not a nine to five office kind of guy. I think I’d go crazy, to be perfectly honest with you. I just can’t imagine dressing up in a suit and sitting in an office all day. That would get real old, real quick. Not that there aren’t plenty of good paying jobs. I just don’t think that type of work is for me.”

  “No, I really can’t see you in an office setting. It really isn’t your thing, honey, and that’s not a bad thing. I want you to be happy, and I know it’s going to be a big change not being in the military. I’m sure you already miss it.” Jamie took a sip of her soda and waited for Brad to reply.

  “It would be a disaster. I can just see it now. Anyway, did I tell you that when I was a kid I won several writing competitions? Mom still has all of my stories. I think they’re probably up in her attic.”

  “You never told me that!” Jamie replied in between bites.

  “Yeah, I always loved writing. I was bored out of my brains in the hospital and I turned back to the one thing that always brought me joy…writing. At first it started off as me journaling the injuries and my progress. Then it turned into so much more than I could have imagined. The story seemed to take life. It covers from the moment we were attacked, through the surgeries, the rehab, and even my discharge from the Army.”

  Jamie listened in complete silence, stunned at what she was hearing.

  “When I finished the story, I sent it to a few literary agents. One picked it up immediately and it sold within a week to a publisher. I signed the contract for two more books over the next year with the promise of more to come.” Brad paused his story, letting Jamie absorb the information. “So, if you don’t mind, it looks like I’ll be hanging out with you from here on out.” Brad joked. “Like I said, you are going to get sick of me being around all the time.”

  “Honey, this is huge! Are you kidding?” Jamie was completely flabbergasted at the news.

  “No joke, baby.” Brad stood and walked into the house. He grabbed the letter from his agent that explained the terms of his agreement with the publisher. He also had his first check in his hand, which was more than he made in the last five years in the Army. He returned to Jamie a few seconds later, handing her the paperwork, along with the check.

  Jamie’s hands shook as she read the letter. She gasped as she looked at the check with Brad’s name on it. “Holy shit” was all she could say.

  “That’s what I said! It’s exciting, isn’t it?” Brad smiled as he watched the emotions flash across Jamie’s beautiful face.

  “Wow, just wow! This is amazing. Congratulations, honey! I am so proud of all that you have done…and this…this is just incredible.” Jamie wrapped her arms around Brad’s neck and pulled him closer to her. “So, is this part of the reason for the nice new hot tub?”

  “Yep! That and the hot water feels like heaven on my leg. I got used to hydrotherapy in rehab and didn’t want to give it up. Besides, it’s one thing I’ve always wanted, and now we can afford it,” Brad took a large bite of his pizza before adding, “after we eat—you and me—skinny dipping!”

  “Sounds like a plan!” Jamie said with a wink.

  The couple hurried through the remainder of their dinner and placed the leftovers in the fridge for later. Their minds were focused on what would come next. They quickly stripped and wrapped in towels before heading out to the patio. Hidden from the neighbors by a privacy fence, Jamie ditched her towel and slid into the steamy water. Brad followed her lead, letting out a soft sigh when his body was fully submerged.

  “Ahhhh. This is the life.” Brad turned the jets to high before leaning back against the padded seat.

  “I agree.” Jamie’s eyes closed as she relaxed, letting the jets pulse against her body.

  “You’re too far away,” Brad pouted, “you need to come over here by me for a little bit.”

  “Do I? Are you sure? I’m pretty comfy where I am.” Jamie couldn’t resist a little teasing. It felt good to be with Brad again, to get back to their normal relationship pattern.

  “I’m positive. Besides, I have something for you.” Brad’s hand disappeared below the water as Jamie peered over at him.

  “Oh really! Another prezzie! Yay me! You know I love it when you spoil me,” Jamie grinned.

  “Well then, get over here, woman, and let me spoil you some more. I think you’ll really like this one.”

  Jamie didn’t waste a second in making her way the short distance to her husband. As soon as she was close enough, he clasped onto her waist, pulling her on to his lap.

  “My, my, my. What are you up to over here?” Jamie asked as she felt his thickness rubbing against her center. She rocked back and forth gently, needing to feel him deep inside of her once again. They had a lot of lost time to make up for. Months of not being with him were a killer. Sure, she had plenty of toys to take care of the need when it arose, but that was a pale comparison to Brad and the things he did to her—the things he made her feel.

  “Mmmm about eight and a half inches. I hope that’s okay with you.” Brad once again positioned himself at her entrance.

  “That’s more than okay.” Jamie tilted her hips and slid all the way down on his length, taking all of him. “God, you feel so good. I missed this so much.”

  Brad held her hips tight, pulling her slowly up and down on his shaft. He kissed and licked her neck. Jamie moaned each time he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing over her sensitive skin. He slowly worked her into a frenzy, letting her climax build until she begged for release. Brad promised her he would take his time and go slow the second time around…and he planned on making this round last all evening and into the night.

  Brad and Jamie had a lot of adjustments to make with their new life, but they knew if they worked together, they could overcome anything.

  Éveiller Drive - Part V

  Ashley & Jeff

  “I don’t know what to tell you, Jeff. Something needs to change. I’m tired of feeling like an outcast in my own home. I can’t take the constant negative comments when they speak to me…if they even bother speaking to me most of the time.” Ashley tried f
or the umpteenth time to explain her feelings to her husband. The situation with her step-kids seemed to be getting worse by the day. She was stressed to the max and well beyond her breaking point.

  “What do you want me to do, Ash? They’re upset about the divorce. Pissed off because I got remarried. The kids are taking their anger out on you, and I’m sorry for that. I’m sure their mother is behind it, too, but talking to her is like talking to a brick wall.”

  “I have no idea what the right thing to do in this situation is. It’s not one that I’ve ever found myself in before. You know…being the wicked witch of the west. Most days I think I should start growing warts on my face just so I’ll fit the freaking image they paint of me.” Ashley was nearly brought to tears as she remembered the latest blowout. Every word of it fresh in her mind.

  “Honey, they don’t think badly of you.”

  “Did you not hear what your daughter said? Do you not see the way she looks at me? She acts like I’m the lowest form of life on the planet. I’ll bet she uses a more pleasant face when she scrapes dog shit off of her shoes!”

  “She’s a teenage girl, Ash. What do you expect? She looks at everyone like that. It’s not just you, honey, I promise, so please try not to take it personally.”

  Jeff tried to reason with her, but Ashley wanted none of it. She was tired and beyond hurt. Ashley didn’t expect insta-love from her step-kids. In fact, her expectations were quite minimal. She thought it would take time to get to know one another, and they could co-exist within the same four walls peacefully until natural friendships formed down the road. What she never expected was the instant and intense hate that seemed to pour from the pair of them. They never gave her a chance…not as a stepmom, not as a woman. Hell, she would have been thrilled had they treated her like a human being. Sadly, it was complete and utter chaos that started on the day she said ‘I do’.