Men in Charge: A Contemporary Romance Box Set

by Natasha L. Black

  “Oh God,” I moaned, the tantric sight nearly pulling another orgasm from me.

  He pulled out his fingers, slick with my juices, before sliding them deep inside me again.

  “I want you to come on my fingers,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come again.”

  The man was about to get his wish. I couldn’t stop my body from responding to his words. His thumb pressed against my swollen flesh was the last straw. I cried out, arching up, pulling his fingers deep inside.

  “That’s it. Damn girl, you are soaked. Come on, give me more. I know you’ve got more,” he said, his fingers rapidly sliding in and out of my body.

  I could hear myself moaning and whimpering, helpless to quiet the sounds and ever so grateful we were alone. The man made me lose all control.

  His fingers pulled out of my body. I closed my eyes, letting my head drop to the side as I relished in the little aftershocks still jerking through me, preparing for him to climb on top of me. His hands nudged my legs a little wider before going to his knees and pushing them higher. I smiled, not opening my eyes as I waited to be filled by him.

  Screaming and jerking forward when his tongue lapped over my clit, I reveled in the shock that was sending my body into a fit of pleasurable moans as he lapped and nibbled at flesh that was entirely too sensitive.

  I couldn’t stop jerking. My body felt as if it were being torn apart in the best way. Somehow, another orgasm erupted from my body, surprising me as I rolled my head back and forth on the bed.

  “I can’t,” I cried out.

  “You did,” his said.

  My eyes refused to open, my body completely spent, my muscles too weak to move. I felt him move on to the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip.

  “Come here,” he ordered.

  I moaned, rolled my head in the direction of his voice, and opened my eyes. I wasn’t too tired to move anymore. He was propped up against the headboard, his legs in front of him and his cock standing at attention.

  I grinned, rolled over, and crawled up the bed toward him, going up for a kiss. One of his big hands slapped my ass before he grabbed me on either side of my waist and pulled me over him. I straddled him, my breasts in his face as I got into position to ride him. His hands were still on my waist, guiding me to his waiting dick.

  Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, loving the feel of being stretched and filled.

  “Fuck, you are so fucking hot and tight!”

  I moaned, seating myself fully against him before leaning forward and kissing him, my tongue roaming inside his mouth, tasting my orgasm. I moved slowly at first, finding a pace that brought me exquisite pleasure.

  “Faster,” he groaned, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me forward and back with eager, hard thrusts.

  His body tensed beneath mine, and I picked up the pace, riding him hard and fast. His head slammed back into the headboard as he roared out his pleasure. I kept moving, desperate to find my own release. His hand was in my hair, and his yanking my head back was the trigger. My body exploded around him, both of us rocking against each other as the combined orgasms took us higher.

  My forehead rested against his as his hand stroked up and down my back.

  “We should probably get dressed,” I whispered.

  “No. I want to stay like this all day, me buried deep inside you. I want your little body quivering and quaking around my dick. I want to make you come another ten times,” he replied.

  His words were dangerous. “We can’t. They’ll be back soon.”

  “One more time,” he teased.

  “I can’t,” I protested.

  He leaned his chin up and kissed me. “I bet you I can make you come again.”

  “I’ll die.”

  “No, you won’t, but I will take you to heaven.”

  I burst into a fit of giggles. “That was cheesy.”

  He chuckled, playfully slapping my ass. “Fine, but you know I could.”

  I slowly dismounted, rolling to the side before leaning forward to kiss his chest. “I do know you could, and the offer is very tempting, but we can’t.”

  He groaned. “Fine. One of these days, though. I’m going to leave you a quivering mess. You’re not going to be able to walk for days. I’m going to give you one orgasm after another until you are completely wrung out.”

  I got out of the bed naked, no longer feeling the least bit embarrassed to be nude in front of him. I started pulling on clothes, tossing his jeans to him as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching me.

  “Shit,” he muttered, jumping off the bed and pulling on his underwear.

  “What?”

  “They’re back!”

  “What?” I asked, struggling to fasten my bra with my shaking hands.

  “I heard his Jeep.”

  I managed to get dressed and quickly ran my fingers through my hair, hoping it wasn’t totally obvious what we had been doing.

  “You look fine,” he said, kissing me on the lips before pulling open the door.

  I glanced back and quickly straightened the bedspread before following him into the living room. We sat down on the couch, assuming a casual position, and waited for them to come through the door. Trevor walked in, looked at us, and grinned. He winked, shaking his head as he carried the groceries to the kitchen.

  “If you have any energy left, maybe you can help unload the groceries,” he teased.

  I slapped my hands over my face, wanting to melt into the couch.

  Elijah got up, laughing, clearly not sharing my embarrassment.

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  Elijah

  I knew Michelle was going to protest my plan. I knew it and anticipated it. Trevor and I had hashed out what we thought was the best way to take care of Liam and Nick without putting Michelle and Joey in any danger. Michelle wholeheartedly disagreed.

  Tuesdays were Liam’s night for hanging out at the bar, and I planned on finding him there. Trevor and I were ready to confront Liam and Nick. The only way this ended was with a confrontation, even if it was in the middle of a bar with several of their guys around them. Hopefully, us showing up and proving we weren’t afraid would be enough to get them both to back off. In the back of my mind, I knew that was not likely. We were convinced we could handle several guys each, assuming no one pulled out a gun.

  Michelle knocked on the door of my room before pushing it open and coming inside.

  “What’s up?” I asked her, pulling my shirt over my head.

  She walked over and put her arms around me. “I want to go with you.”

  I shook my head, resting my arms around her waist. “No. Loving on me isn’t going to make me change my mind,” I teased.

  “I need to see Rayne. I’m going crazy worrying about her. I can’t leave her there to pay my consequences. I have to make sure she’s okay.”

  “Michelle, it isn’t safe. I need to be able to focus on your brother. I can’t be worried about him hurting you,” I explained again. “If I’m not completely focused, this isn’t going to go like we want.”

  She looked up at me. “I have to check on Rayne. This isn’t up for debate. I won’t bother you while you guys do your thing with Liam, but I want to see her.”

  “What if he’s watching the place?”

  She shrugged a shoulder. “You said you know where he goes on Tuesdays. He can’t be two places at once.”

  I grinned, kissing her on the nose. “You are one stubborn woman.”

  She smiled. “Yes, I am. Does that mean you’ll let me go with you?”

  I let out a long sigh. “No, but we’ll figure out something. Let’s go talk to Trevor.”

  After some back and forth, we finally had a plan. Michelle was getting her way.

  “Are we ready?” I asked, standing at the door, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time I saw the place.

  “Ready,” Michelle said, looking at me, satisfaction at winning the argument written all over her face. “This is going to work.”

  “It
better,” I mumbled as she walked past me out the door.

  Michelle climbed into Trevor’s Jeep while Trevor and I climbed into her little Honda.

  “You sure this is a good idea?” Trevor asked, putting on his seat belt.

  I started the car and shook my head. “Nope, but it was the only one she would accept.”

  “I hope it doesn’t get us all killed.”

  I didn’t say anything as I drove down the dirt driveway, Michelle following close behind me. I hated leaving my bike. It felt strange to be driving a car, but I knew it was for the best. I needed to stick close to Trevor, and I kind of hoped Liam recognized her car and came after us.

  I checked the rearview mirror constantly, making sure Michelle was right behind me. Traffic wasn’t bad, and we managed to make it to the diner in an hour. We drove past the diner once, then twice, not seeing any bikes in the area. I hoped that meant Liam had given up on Rayne knowing anything.

  Michelle pulled the Jeep alongside us in the parking lot across the street. She rolled the window down. “Is it clear?”

  I nodded. “I don’t see anything. Make it quick. Check on her, convince her to go with you, and leave. Don’t waste a minute.”

  “Got it,” she said and pulled out, crossing the street and backing into a parking space like I had instructed. If she needed to make a quick getaway, I didn’t want anything slowing her down.

  Trevor and I watched her and Joey go inside. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I hoped Nick or Liam wasn’t inside waiting to ambush her. After nearly five minutes, I slammed my hand against the steering wheel.

  “I’m going in there,” I growled, ready to head across the street when I saw the women come out.

  “They’re okay,” Trevor said, stating the obvious.

  The women quickly climbed in the Jeep and drove across the street to where we were waiting. I got out of the car and hugged Michelle, feeling relief wash over me.

  “I had to wait while she told her boss she was sick and needed to go home right away,” she said.

  “Let’s go. We don’t have time for a reunion,” Trevor announced.

  Michelle handed me the keys to the Jeep. “Be careful, please.”

  I nodded my head. “I will. Keep the doors locked when you get there.”

  “I’ll be back,” Trevor said, looking me in the eye. “Don’t try anything on your own. Stay out of sight.”

  I nodded my head. “You get them there safely. I’ll be fine.”

  “I will. I’m serious, Elijah. Don’t you dare go after him alone.”

  I watched as Trevor got behind the wheel of Michelle’s car, Michelle riding shotgun with Joey and Rayne in the back seat. He would take them back to the cabin while I did some scouting. Liam wouldn’t recognize the jeep, and with my hat and sunglasses on, he wouldn’t notice me.

  I drove around the city, checking out the house before driving to the park and the other regular hangouts, coming up empty at every place. I found them at the bar, as expected. The guy really didn’t break out of his routine. He wasn’t the smartest guy in the world. If the police ever caught on to what he was doing, it would be easy to surveil him and catch him in the act.

  It had been over an hour since they’d left. I was expecting Trevor to call me when he was on his way back. It wasn’t long before he did.

  “Hey. It’s really raining up here and we’ve got a nasty storm brewing,” Trevor said when I answered.

  “Shit,” I muttered.

  “Yeah. Shit is right. We need to put off this thing until tomorrow. I don’t want to leave them up here alone in case we get a mudslide, or another tree comes down.”

  I sighed, pissed I would have to hold off another day. “Okay. You’re right. I’m going to grab a room and stay in town.”

  “Elijah.” Trevor’s voice was filled with warning.

  “It’s fine. I’ll stay put.”

  “Don’t you run out trying to be a hero. I need to be there. You can’t do this alone and you know it.”

  “I know. I won’t. I’m going to keep an eye on them a while and then I’ll get a room. I found them at the bar, as I expected.”

  “Stay away from him,” he warned again.

  “I will,” I growled, getting frustrated with the constant warnings.

  “I’ll head out first thing in the morning. Watch your back. Despite what you might think, you’re not invincible.”

  I chuckled. “Maybe I am.”

  “You’re not,” he said and ended the call.

  I put the phone back in the center console, pissed I wasn’t going to get to talk to Liam face to face tonight. It had been a long time coming. The temptation to walk into the bar and beat the shit out of him was powerful but seeing Michelle again and being able to hold her with two good arms was a far more enticing thought. I’d leave Liam alone tonight.

  I went back out to the same motel I had stayed in before, renting a room before heading out in search of something to eat. When I got back to the room, I flopped down on the bed, hating the quiet and the loneliness that crept in. The last week with Michelle and Joey had been amazing. I liked having them around me all the time. I liked eating meals with them and hanging out on the front porch, watching the sunset.

  I grabbed my phone, needing that connection with her, even if it was only through text.

  Miss you.

  I waited a few minutes for her to text back, hoping the storm wasn’t so bad she didn’t have any service.

  I miss you too. You in the motel?

  I smiled. She was checking up on me. Obviously, Trevor had told her my plan and neither one of them believed I would keep my word and leave Liam alone.

  I snapped a selfie of me lying on the bed and sent it.

  Good. Maybe I’ll give you a little reward for being a good boy when you get back.

  That was incentive enough for me.

  With your mouth?

  I waited, hoping I hadn’t pushed her out of her comfort zone. I got the feeling her experience in the sex department was limited. That was just fine by me. I’d gladly teach her anything she wanted to know.

  Tell me what you like and I’ll blow you all night.

  The words made my dick hard. The thought of her sucking me into her mouth damn near had me exploding in my jeans. I reached down, adjusting things to make myself a little more comfortable.

  You’ve never?

  I asked the question I’d been wanting to know. It was easier to do without looking at her.

  No. Never anything except with you.

  My eyes went wide as I reread her message over and over. She had to be telling me what I wanted to hear. There was no way she could have been celibate for eight years. My mind quickly went through everything I had learned about her and came to the conclusion it was the truth. She was mine in every way and it made me feel like a caveman. I wanted to jump off the bed and pound my fists against my chest while stomping around. She was mine. I was the only man to have ever tasted her or felt her tight pussy.

  The thought of sex with her was making me horny as hell. I couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

  You’re mine. All mine. No man will ever touch you like I do.

  She sent a smiley face emoji followed by a pair of red lips. The lips had me thinking about hers wrapped around my dick.

  Good night.

  I had to quit texting her or I was going to be taking a cold shower. The realization she was all mine was sinking in. I couldn’t wait to see her again. Tomorrow, this shit with Liam was going to get handled. I wanted nothing standing in the way of me getting back to Michelle and our son.

  My phone beeped with a good-night message from Michelle. With nothing better to do, I dropped to the ground and did a series of floor exercises, working off some of the sexual tension my brief conversation with her had triggered. Then I crashed into bed, excited about finally getting the chance to do the thing I had been waiting eight long years to do.

  Liam’s ass was mine.

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  Michelle

  I sat at the table, drinking my coffee, watching the trees sway back and forth through the small kitchen window. It was peaceful, and I would have normally enjoyed the early morning quiet time, but I couldn’t this morning. I had barely slept a wink. I had traded one worry for another. Rayne was safe with me, currently snoring away on the couch, but now I had to worry about Elijah. I wanted everyone safe at the same time. Was that too much to ask?

  Trevor came into the kitchen, a small duffel bag in his hand. I looked at it, then him. “What’s in the bag?”

  “A change of clothes for Elijah,” he said. “I don’t have an arsenal.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. I was a little worried about what he and Elijah were up to.

  “Be careful, please. I know you have to do this, but if you can, don’t kill my brother.”

  His eyes softened as he stared at me. “No one is going to die.”

  I shook my head at his cocky attitude. “You can’t promise that.”

  He shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t want to die, and I know Elijah has no intention of taking it that far. It’s going to be okay. Hopefully we’ll see you tonight. If not, we’ll see you in the morning.”

  “I’ll be waiting. Please tell Elijah to check in with me. I’m going to be a nervous wreck.”

  “I will. Call if you need anything,” he said before heading out the door.

  I walked to the door, opening it and watching him leave in my car. There had been a lot of discussion about leaving us without a vehicle. Ultimately, it had seemed like the best choice.

  I closed the door and headed into the kitchen, ready to start a fresh pot of coffee.

  “Hey. I can’t believe I slept so long,” Rayne mumbled, stumbling her way into the kitchen.

  I pulled out a coffee mug, filling it and handed it to her. “Drink.”

  She took a couple sips, nodding her head. “Thank you. I cannot believe how quiet it is here. No sirens, horns, or people shouting at each other. It’s kind of crazy.”