The Final Twist Untwisted Series Book Five

by Raine, Alice

  The Final Twist

  Untwisted Series Book Five

  Alice Raine

  Published by Accent Press Ltd 2017

  www.accentpress.co.uk

  Copyright © Alice Raine 2017

  The right of Alice Raine to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  The story contained within this book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of Accent Press Ltd.

  ISBN 9781786152541

  eISBN 9781786152558

  Acknowledgements

  I’d like to dedicate this latest Untwisted series book to all of you readers who have read and become involved in the Jackson Brother’s story. Without you reading, reviewing and supporting my work this book would never have happened. I am so overwhelmed with the lovely feedback I have received for this series, so I truly hope that this instalment lives up to all you hoped for.

  This book also goes out to my friend Karen W, one of the strongest, kindest, funniest, most inspirational women I have ever met. She also has a wickedly filthy mind, which is no-doubt why we shall forever be friends. She is the inspiration behind one of the characters contained within this story – love you to bits, and can’t wait to see you again in June.

  As always, a huge thanks must go to my publisher, Accent Press, and all the staff who work tirelessly on producing and promoting my books: Hazel Cushion, Kate Ellis, Karen Bultiauw, Ffion Morris and Joe Moore, to name just a few.

  To my editor, Liz Coldwell, thank you for the advice, feedback and your patience with my grammatical errors!

  As part of the research process for this book I needed help on several subjects, so thank you to all that came to my aid. In particular, the advice on police procedures was so helpful, so huge thanks to: Sarah-Jayne McIntosh and Sam Berwitz (via your family member) for helping me get the details correct.

  Also my trusty advisors and beta readers: Leah Weatherall (who basically became my unpaid PA during the writing of this book!), Grace Lowrie, and Katie Newman – hugs to you girls! As always, your feedback was invaluable in helping me shape the story.

  I shall leave you now to enjoy the continuing lives of Nicholas and Nathanial, get a cuppa, or perhaps a glass of wine and hold on tight, because there are a few twists in here that you might not be expecting!

  Alice x

  Chapter One – Stella

  The sight before me was possibly the most erotic vision I’d ever seen. Nathan stood with his legs splayed wide in that cocksure stance of his. His feet were bare, jeans hanging low from his sinfully trim waist, and best of all, he was topless too. Yum. His stomach muscles were unfairly tight, and contoured into those little bumps and ridges that I loved to run my tongue over, and his biceps bulged just enough to indicate how strong he was underneath his lean figure. There was barely a scrap of fat on him, meaning he was muscular, but not overly so – just about as perfect as a man could get.

  I made myself comfy in my seat. My grin widened as I let my gaze drift across the zipper at his crotch, up his happy trail, and over his six pack to where our nappy-clad boy was resting in his arms.

  Like I said; it really was the perfect view.

  Since dating Nathan I’d learned just how deceiving looks could be, though. Yes, he made a beautiful picture and was handsome as sin, but beneath his handsome façade he was a tortured soul. A tortured soul that apparently only I could soothe. But although we’d had our hiccups along the way, thankfully everything was pretty bloody amazing at the moment.

  We were happy. Blissfully happy. Our new home in the Cotswolds should be ready in a month or so, our young son William was healthy and happy, and Nathan and I were solid as a couple.

  My gaze softened as I looked at our son nestled against Nathan’s shoulder. God, what a sight. It made my stomach all fluttery, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. I suppose it must be to do with the fact that he had all those imposing muscles, but yet could be so sweet and gentle with his son. Nathan absolutely adored William. He would literally do anything for him, including letting him vomit all over him without a word of complaint while gently rubbing his back and whispering soothing words to him.

  After a moment of soppy adoration, I grew greedy as I once again got distracted by my man’s fine physique. Finally meeting his gaze, I tensed when I found him glaring at me with a narrow-eyed look of frustration. ‘You know it’s highly unfair to give me those lusty looks while I’m burping our son?’

  Giggling, I tried to look apologetic and immediately failed. I didn’t care, either. Nathan was gorgeous, and I would take every opportunity I could get to ogle his ripped perfection, even if that was while he carried out his daddy duties.

  He was proving to be a near-perfect dad, but seeing as William vomited after practically every feed Nathan now did the winding topless, which was absolutely fine and dandy by me. As he had his hands full, I decided to live dangerously and taunt my delicious Dom just a little more by giving a carefree shrug. ‘I’m not sorry in the slightest.’

  Nathan let out a low, frustrated growl and pulled his lips into a tight line. ‘Trying to top me from the bottom again, are you? I don’t think so, Stella,’ he warned, his tone dropping and filling with salacious intent as he began to rub Will’s back with more determination, apparently keen to get our boy laid down for his nap.

  He often joked that I tried to “top him from the bottom” – meaning that I tried to exert some form of dominance over him – but we were both fully aware that wasn’t the case. I liked to tease, but when Nathan really got his Dom side out I didn’t stand a chance at topping him in the slightest.

  The dip in his tone and the wicked spark in his eye were enough to shut me up and send desire coursing through my veins. Licking my lips, I squirmed in my seat, a move that didn’t go unnoticed by Nathan, who snickered his pleasure at my sudden discomfort.

  ‘That serves you right for being a tease.’

  Huffing out a flustered breath, I tried to give him my most disgruntled look, but probably just ended up looking like a petulant kid, because Nathan barked out another loud laugh.

  ‘I love it when you get frustrated, baby. Your cheeks flush the most gorgeous shade of pink. It’s rather similar to the colour your bottom goes after a good spanking, actually.’

  My eyes widened at his salacious words, and I felt my cheeks heat with desire. He was being far too smug for my liking, though. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I laid myself back more comfortably in the armchair and then propped one leg over the arm. I brought my right hand up to gently trace my forefinger up over my belly, dragging my T-shirt up slightly to expose some skin before continuing to rise along the edges of my ribs and finally arriving at one breast.

  ‘Jesus, Stella. Do you want me to accidentally drop William?’ His cool composure almost cracked as he watched me, and his heated response to my actions absolutely thrilled me. ‘Stop, Stella …’ Nathan’s voice was gruff and filled with warning, but his eyes were still locked on the movement of my hand. ‘We have company arriving in less than twenty minutes for a dinner party.’

  He was right. My family would be arriving at any minute now, so we definitely didn’t have time to get ready and squeeze in a quickie, but for some reason I felt reckless today and
couldn’t help but play with him a little more.

  Having dragged my T-shirt up higher to expose my breast, I circled my nipple with my fingertip and sucked in an exaggerated breath before rolling my eyes closed and repeating the action, causing Nathan to splutter. ‘Enough! We don’t have time for your teasing. Not unless you want your mother to arrive and find me fucking you senseless over the dining room table.’

  Now that was an image I would struggle to get out of my head all night. He absolutely meant every word, too. Nathan would literally have no qualms about spreading me out on the dinner table and having his wicked way with me, which would certainly give us all something to talk about over the starter, but might give my mum a seizure in the process.

  ‘For one, you know damn well that I am the only one to give you pleasure these days, and, secondly, you shouldn’t be doing that in front of William!’

  I laughed and shook my head in amusement. Will was way too young to understand what I was doing, and besides, he used to get up close and personal with my boobs on a daily basis until I’d recently stopped breastfeeding, so I really couldn’t see the logic to Nathan’s argument at all.

  I’m not quite sure what had got into me; perhaps I’d had too much caffeine, but I just couldn’t stop. I trailed my fingers lightly back down my body, making a show of pushing my hand inside my trousers. Then I traced my damp flesh with a hissed breath. God, I was so aroused already.

  ‘Fuck!’ Nathan gawked at where my hand was moving inside my trousers and, much to my pleasure, I saw that his jeans were now straining at the crotch with excitement. Readjusting William over his other shoulder, he turned away with a curse. ‘You are going to pay for this later, Stella.’

  ‘I certainly hope so … Sir.’

  At my blatant invitation, Nathan spun back around, his nostrils flared and eyes glinting with dark pleasure. ‘The sooner this bloody dinner party is over, the better.’

  Chapter Two – Stella

  As they did each year, my parents had spent the best part of January and February in their holiday home in Spain, and so today’s visit was the first time we’d seen them since Christmas.

  My mother had eyes like a hawk, so I’d been expecting her to notice the commitment ring that Nathan had given me over New Year, but I seriously hadn’t expected her to notice it quite this soon.

  She wasn’t even through the bloody front door. One foot was barely over the threshold and her eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights. ‘Oh my gosh! Is that an engagement ring?’ she squawked, while grabbing my hand and practically tugging me out onto the front step along with her.

  ‘Oh, Stella! It’s beautiful!’ she cooed, her voice high from excitement as she almost dislocated my shoulder in her exuberance. ‘I can’t believe Nathan finally proposed!’

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I rolled my eyes. I’d been preparing myself for her misunderstanding, but I knew my mum wasn’t going to grasp the truth, however I worded it. ‘It’s not an engagement ring, Mum, it’s a commitment ring.’

  That certainly took the wind out of her sails. Bless her. Pausing, she looked at the ring again, and then back up at me with an expression of complete confusion on her face. ‘A commitment ring?’

  ‘Yep. It means we’re together in a committed relationship,’ I explained briskly, pulling my hand back. Mum opened her mouth to speak again, but I silenced her by waving them into the house. ‘Don’t stand in the cold, come in. I’ve just made a pot of coffee.’

  As he passed me, my dad looked briefly at the ring, too, and flashed me a reassuring wink. ‘It’s lovely, poppet.’ Which was exactly the type of understated reaction I’d known he’d have. I closed the front door and led them towards the lounge, trying to suppress a grin at how disgruntled my mother currently looked as she trailed behind me. I would place money on the fact that she’d already bought a wedding hat, which was a shame seeing as Nathan and I were not getting married. Ever.

  ‘It’s on your ring finger,’ she stated, ‘And it looks like an engagement ring,’ she added petulantly as I got them settled in the lounge.

  Holding in my fraying temper, I nodded and gave her a tight-lipped smile. I’d tired of this conversation already. ‘Yes, it does, Mum. But it’s not,’ I stated firmly. ‘After his parents’ messy marriage, Nathan isn’t really a fan of wedlock.’

  Thinking of Nathan, I wondered where the heck he was. This conversation was torturous, and I could have really done with his back-up. Narrowing my eyes, I realised that he was probably “hiding”. No doubt he’d anticipated this very discussion and was lurking in the kitchen or locked away in his dressing room, picking out which suit to grace us all with today, while I faced the worst of the storm. The bastard.

  ‘Well, if it isn’t an engagement ring then perhaps you need to be having words with that man of yours. You have a baby together, Stella, and you’re living in sin …’ My mother’s tone faded off in apparent revulsion at the idea, which was ironic, seeing as she wasn’t even remotely religious. I very nearly laughed out loud. If only they knew exactly how sinful Nathan and I could be when we chose … Floggers, crops, cuffs, butt plugs … life surely didn’t get much more sinful than our bedroom activities.

  ‘No, Mum, I don’t. I love this commitment ring, and I love Nathan, just as we are. I don’t need a wedding ceremony to confirm that.’ As I spoke, I subconsciously moved my hand to my neck and absently played with the chain there. My collar, of sorts. If anything was similar to a wedding ring, it was this collar, not the commitment ring on my finger, but obviously, I didn’t try to explain that to my mum. She’d probably pass out if I gave her the explicit details of what a Dom/sub relationship entailed.

  As I thought of my dashing man, the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly gave a little tingle and I turned to see that he was finally joining me in the lounge. As I’d suspected, he had swapped his earlier jeans for a grey three-piece suit and had a bottle of fizz in one hand and some glasses in the other. It seemed he was set on distracting us all with booze, which probably wasn’t a bad idea.

  As was usual, my breath caught in my lungs when our eyes met and he gave me one of his perfectly practiced panty-soaking stares. God. His eyes really were remarkable. I was so glad he’d learned to share eye contact with me, because, wow, it really was amazing the reaction it caused in my body.

  I was now seriously regretting teasing him earlier, because while it had been fun at the time, it had also left me wanting more, and as a result I was horny and fidgety and couldn’t stop squeezing my thighs together. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, as if he could sense the response in my body, and then, giving an almost imperceptible wink in my direction, he poured some drinks and handed them round. I noticed my mother’s glass was the fullest, so either he was trying to gain favour by giving her a generous portion, or he was planning on getting her drunk so she couldn’t bombard him with questions about my “not-an-engagement-ring”. Knowing Nathan, I suspected it was the latter.

  ‘So, Nathan, Stella has been telling us about this “commitment” ring …’ The way she-over enunciated the word commitment caused Nathan’s lips to tighten into a straight line and his eyebrows to lower.

  ‘I sometimes wonder why people are so obsessed with weddings and marriage, Susan,’ Nathan observed, before sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me close in to his side.

  Oh dear. My man did not like being questioned, or put on the spot, and I had the distinct feeling that he would explain exactly how our relationship worked if Mum kept pushing him, but as I went to try to intervene he silenced me with a small shake of his head then looked my mother directly in the eye.

  Holding my breath, I waited in anticipation for his next words, knowing that this really could go either way.

  ‘Stella is the love of my life, we have a beautiful son together, and I can safely say that I intend to cherish both of them for the rest of my life. She has a ring on her finger and my unerring commitment … why do you need a piece of paper to go with it?�
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  My mother’s mouth literally fell open at Nathan’s words, as did mine, because, wow, seeing as this was Nathan we were talking about, that was a seriously touching statement he had just made.

  ‘I … well … I …’ Mum was totally stumped for words, which didn’t happen often, but then she took a sip of her fizz and swallowed hard as if absorbing his reply. ‘When you put it like that, Nathan, I suppose I was just being silly and old-fashioned.’ Smiling up at him, she raised her glass. ‘To happy families, just as we are.’

  I’d never expected my mum to back down on the marriage issue, but it seemed my man had won her over. Just like that. Jeez, his influence obviously extended beyond me to my mother, too. This was all really bizarre, but I wasn’t about to let the opportunity go and so quickly clinked my glass with theirs and joined in the toast.

  Nathan gently knocked his glass against mine last and then bent to kiss my cheek. ‘Just as we are,’ he murmured, his low tone adding to my earlier arousal and making me lean into him for support.

  Thankfully, we were then saved from any more emotional outpourings or questions by the ring of the doorbell, indicating the perfectly timed arrival of Rebecca and Nicholas.

  Today’s meal was supposed to have been a birthday gathering for Kenny, with just us, Kenny, Tom – his new boyfriend – and Rebecca and Nicholas. It was intended to be the first time we all met Tom, but my parents had phoned up yesterday to announce that they were back from Spain and promptly decided to gate-crash.

  I had phoned everyone to warn them that my folks were joining us, and Kenny had seemed really keen to show off his new man to my mum. But, as Becky and Nicholas joined us in the lounge, I had to laugh when I saw Nicholas standing next to his brother looking almost as uncomfortable with the gathering as Nathan did. The Jackson boys really didn’t do parental gatherings very well at all.

  I looked at them both, standing there with rod-straight backs as they quietly spoke about something and realised how daunting most people probably found them. It was probably why my mum had been so easily swayed by Nathan’s declaration just now. I’d adjusted to their intense stares, relatively brusque social etiquette, and over-the-top possessiveness, but they certainly were an impressive pair, that was for sure.