Men In Control (Smith Brothers Complete Series)

by Brenda Ford

  “Oh, wow, you look so good in that dress,” he growls the moment that we are inside. “But I need it off now.”

  He walks me backwards with his hands lightly pressed on my hips until my calves hit the couch. Once there he kisses me hard while bunching my dress up around my waist. I raise my hands upwards so he can whip the gorgeous, probably incredibly expensive, material off me. It’s the sort of dress that doesn’t require a bra, but I chose not to wear panties either as a little surprise for him. I love the way his face falls slack.

  “Fucking hell, you look so good in just heels.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “You’re beautiful.”

  Then he shocks me by pushing me back on to the couch and falling to his knees with a thud between my thighs. His eyes remain fixed on mine as he nudges my legs further apart and he positions himself close to my core. I’m puddling with need there, gasping because I can feel his breath tickling my clit, but that doesn’t mean I know what’s going to happen. Why is he there not up here kissing me with everything that he has?

  “I… I…” I try to communicate my concerns with him, but he instantly silences me by pushing just one of his fingers in to me. I only need that one to already feel a bubble of passion growing. My fingers hook around the edge of the couch to hold myself in place, to push myself a little closer to the edge because I want more.

  “Can I taste you?” he gushes, his words rolling over my core. “I really want to taste you.”

  Taste? Does that mean his mouth? His tongue? Holy fuck that’s definitely not something that I have experienced before, and I can’t help being nervous about it. His mouth all over me will be weird.

  “Yes,” I hear myself answering, my mouth doing whatever the hell it wants on my behalf. “Oh, yes.”

  His tongue drags along my slit first, testing the waters, checking what I can handle. The breath instantly bundles up in my throat. I can’t get breaths in or out which leaves me dizzy as hell. Because of that the sensation is that much more intense when he pauses at my clit and he circles round and round.

  “Oh fuck.” Does this feel better than sex? It might well do. I’m not quite sure. “Fuck, Brad.”

  He spins me faster and faster. His tongue writing words on my clit, not that I know what they are, and my body starts to buck and writhe like crazy. Brad has to hold onto me to keep my ass on the couch.

  “Shit, oh fuck!” I grab his hair, trying to yank him away because it’s too much for me. The pressure is building far too rapidly, I’m scared that I’m going to lose my mind too fast, I can’t handle it… but then I tug him back just as hard. Much as it’s scary, I need him. I need this incredible, phenomenal sensation. It’s everything.

  My whole body stiffens as I tilt towards the edge. I bolt upright like there’s a steel rod in my back. Sensing that I’m close to the edge, Brad picks up the pace, knowing exactly what I need before I even need to find a way to express it. The orgasm is coming for me, I’m speeding down the strain tracks and it doesn’t matter what I do, I will crash in to the station at a million miles an hour. There’s no hope for me now, and I’m happy about that. I’m falling, tumbling, crashing willingly. Happy to go wherever his mouth is going to take me.

  He becomes a mad man, teasing, tugging, licking me wildly until I collapse on my back on the couch, my hips writhing, my back arching through the orgasm. The pleasure completely consumes me. It swallows me up whole, taking all of me along for the ride. During the waves of burning hot bliss sizzling through my veins, I call out Brad’s name over and over again, needing to let him know that he’s everything to me right now.

  I might be falling in love. That thought pops unexpectedly into my brain, stunning me. It’s too soon for the L word, that would be absolutely insane to think of. At the moment, this is just lust. It has to be… doesn’t it?

  But as the pleasure swims through me, cooling itself down slowly, I’m not so sure. Not everything has to make sense for it to be right, does it? I think me and Brad have already proven that much…

  “I need you,” Brad groans, dragging me right back in to the present moment. “I want you bad.”

  I watch with my eyes practically popping out of my head as he strips himself down to nothing in an eager, desperate way. We’ve always been so quick to get our hands on one another that I haven’t had a chance to see him nude yet, so this is wonderful. To see all of him. And he really is gorgeous, isn’t he? Every inch of him is perfect. It’s like he’s been sculpted from clay just for me. I can’t help but grin at the sight of him.

  “You look pretty pleased with yourself.” He shoots me a wink. “Now, get on to your front.”

  “My front?” I roll around on to my belly, making a joke out of it. “Like this?”

  He runs his eyes over my body like he wants to devour me whole. I actually like that stare. I wiggle my ass playfully, pouting out my lips as if I’m a model and this is a photo shoot.

  “Yes, that’s exactly how I want you.” He chews on his bottom lip. “Just like that.”

  “Are you serious?” I narrow my eyes. “Just like this? Sure, okay.”

  “You don’t know how gorgeous you look like that, you know? You honestly drive me crazy.”

  I don’t know what he’s going to do but since he’s introducing me to a brand new world, I’m happy to see where he takes me. So, as he climbs over me and he parts my thighs once more, I press my face in to the pillow and allow the anticipation build, which is does increasingly by the second.

  “Are you ready?” he asks quietly. “For me like this?”

  I lift my ass up ever so slightly. “Yes, I think so. I think I’m ready for you.”

  The sensation is shocking. It stuns me to the core, but in the best way possible. It’s definitely different to have him inside me this way, but I like it. I like it a lot actually. It’s fucking incredible. I grip tightly on to the couch cushions as he thrusts into me over and over again, somehow managing to bring the pleasure back to the fore front of my body all over again. I think another orgasm might be on its way to claim me once more. Brad is honestly magic. This man is full of surprises and I can’t wait to unlock them all…

  “Your phone is going off,” Brad tells me as we both lie in a comatose state, spent and exhausted. Sweaty and sticky from all the sex. “It’s been going off for ages. You probably should just answer it already.”

  “Urgh, do I have to?” I groan. “I don’t want to move ever again.”

  “Go on, otherwise it might not stop all night long.”

  I roll on to my front and grab my bag off the night stand, dragging my cell phone out. As soon as I see what’s on the screen, I sit bolt right up, and my eyes pop out. Not only do I not know who this is from, it’s got something that I shouldn’t be looking at right now.

  “Oh my God.” I grab onto my forehead as pleasure tilts all the way in to panic. “Oh my God, Brad.”

  He grabs my phone and stares at it, terror gripping him as well. He doesn’t want to see these photographs either. Me and him having sex in the office, taken by someone who saw us. Why are they doing this now when it’s supposed to be all over? What does this mean?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brad

  I stand behind Wesley and stare at the computer screen, chewing my thumbnail anxiously. He is a technology whiz which is why he’s the brother I came to with these pictures first. If anyone can help me with this mess and work out who the fuck is trying to cause me more problems, it’s him.

  “Anything yet?” I ask for what feels like the hundredth time. “You got anything?”

  He spins in his chair and gives me his most serious look. “Dude, you know that I can’t get anything done if you keep going on at me. I need complete silence. Do you want to go and make me a coffee or something?”

  “Another one?” I lean over his shoulder. “Have you even finished the last one yet?”

  “You know I basically live off of caffeine. Now, go and make me one before I start twitching.”

>   I roll my eyes and stomp back into the kitchen, my temper bubbling over into boiling point. It just seems like every single time things calm down with me and Tami, something else comes along to cause us issues. It’s so annoying. At first it was the office gossip, then the out ward bullying, now the secretive messaging… why are people seriously out to get us? Why doesn’t anyone aside from my family want me to be happy?

  “Fucking asshole,” I growl as I pour some more liquid into Wesley’s mug. “What a dick.”

  I accidently pour too much in, so it spills over the side and burns my fingers, which only angers me even more. Someone else having this sort of power over me is super irritating. I hate it. The worst thing is I can’t even call Tami about this yet. She’s so sad and annoyed that she decided to spend the day with her friends to help take her mind off of things and I promised myself that I wouldn’t interrupt until I had some sort of answer for her. To be honest, when I told myself that I thought Wesley would be able to solve this much quicker.

  “Anything yet?” I ask once more as I find Wesley again. “What are you looking at now?”

  “Well, since I can’t trace the phone number to anyone, this isn’t going to be easy to solve,” he sighs loudly. “But from what you’ve told me, I think that it’s obviously one of the mean girls from your office.”

  “You think it might be Amy? Oliver’s assistant? She’s the one who supposedly saw us?”

  “I don’t know.” Wesley shrugs. “But I do know that you can’t go around accusing anyone without certainty.”

  “Urgh, that’s so annoying. I want this to end. How can I do anything then? If I can’t ask people about it and make some accusations how can I stop it from happening? I don’t want Tami to go through this.”

  Wesley looks puzzled as he stares back at the computer screen. I suppose he doesn’t have any answers to this, he doesn’t have involvement in the human resources department at the company he works for whereas I should have more knowledge since I’m the boss of the entire damn organization. But I don’t have any answers. I don’t know what to do and that’s because I’m emotionally attached to this. I can’t look at it objectively.

  “Perhaps you should call the cops then,” Wesley offers. “You don’t even have to really do anything. Just the threat of bringing the police into the mix might stop what’s going on.”

  “But the cops aren’t going to be interested, are they? In a few pictures. It isn’t even like there are any threats in the mix. Not obviously anyway. Only we would understand them. I think the police won’t get it.”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that,” Wesley admits. “I don’t suppose there is a lot they can do.”

  We sit in silence for a moment, just staring at the computer screen and the images. Thank fuck they aren’t too graphic, that would have been really embarrassing for the both of us. Instead they are just letting us know that we were seen. But that’s what I don’t get. We already know that, and we don’t need reminding. It doesn’t matter how pissed off people are that I have given Tami a promotion and we’re together. That’s just fact now, so what is the point of any of this? I think that’s what I’m missing. Once I can figure out a motivation, it will become clear who has done it. Right now, Amy, Tawny, Beth, and Hayley are at the top of my suspect list. But I won’t consider them the only ones on it. Who knows who might be keeping quiet?

  “So, I guess all I do is keep an eye out then?” I ask Wesley. “Try to see if I can spot any suspicious behavior.”

  “As annoying as it is, I think that’s all you can do, yes. But if you get anything else like this, bring it to me. People are usually pretty careful when it comes to their first threat but over time, they get cocky and sloppy. I might be able to pick other things up from later messages…” When he sees my horror struck face at the concept of other messages, he quickly tries to change his tactic. “Oh, you know, if there are any more. This really might be the end of it. Whoever it is might have gotten their point out and now it’s over.”

  I roll my eyes, knowing full well that he’s just trying to make me feel better… not that it will work. “Yeah well, I guess we shall see. At this point, there is no telling what will happen.”

  My eyes hit the floor as I consider what we might have to face next time around. I know that me and Tami are strong right now, but the idea that we might have to struggle with more scares me. What if it becomes too much for us and the straw breaks the camel’s back? I don’t know if I will ever feel the same way about anyone again.

  “You look thoughtful,” Wesley interjects. “What’s going on, Brad? Anything you want to talk about?”

  “Er, no, I’m just thinking about all of this, that’s all. It’s stressing me out.”

  “But because of Tami, right? This shit wouldn’t ever affect you, would it? Otherwise you wouldn’t have fucked around with so many crazy women, would you? If you were so concerned.”

  I chuckle and shake my head. “They weren’t all crazy. Just a few got a little attached that’s all. It didn’t matter how many times I said that it was only going to be a one-time thing it made no difference.”

  “But it isn’t one time with this one, is it? With Tami. She’s special. She’s different.”

  I can’t help but nod. “She is different. She’s really special to me. I really do like her.”

  Wesley grins. “Wow, mate, I haven’t ever seen you like this about anyone.”

  “I know… that’s because I haven’t. I really want to hold on to what I have with Tami because I think that it could turn in to something special. In fact, I’m sure of it. That’s why all of this is such an issue. Other people trying to get in our way. Trying to stop us from being happy just because we work together.”

  “It’s probably because you’re the boss and she just got promoted…” His words fall away as I glare at him. “Look, I don’t mean that I have an issue with it. I’m just trying to look at things through the opinions of other people. Their noses might be out of joint because they want to be the ones who get promoted.”

  “But she’s good. She’s doing incredible work. She deserves this promotion.”

  “I’m sure that she does, but others might not see it like that.”

  I nod knowing that he’s right about everything. Others will see it that way, I already know that. I suppose that could be enough to turn someone to this kind of jealousy even if I don’t get it.

  “Yeah well, whatever… I just want this over with now. I’m done.”

  “I want to meet this girl,” Wesley suddenly announces. “The girl who’s changed your life around. I think we all do. I know that Oliver and Angelo have already met her, but what about the rest of us? Me, Nelson, Alex…”

  “I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. I don’t know if she is either.”

  “I don’t mean like a big drama or anything. Just something casual where we can all get to know her a bit better. Alex is playing a gig tonight. Why doesn’t she come along with you tonight?”

  I smile to myself as I think about my younger brother, the budding rock star. Because him and Angelo are so different, in looks and personality, it’s hard to always remember that they are twins. Alex is definitely the wilder of the two with his crazy rock and roll life style. Not that he ever tells us much about it…

  “I suppose that could be a laugh.” I nod slowly. “And I’m sure that Tami would like it.”

  “You look worried…” Wesley laughs. “You’re not concerned that she’s going to fall for the rock boy?”

  That strikes horror inside me but only for a second. There’s no way that Tami would risk everything for me if she wasn’t sure. No, she likes me. She wants me and only me.

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Alex wouldn’t do anything like that anyway. However much of a bad ass he is, he puts family first always. I suppose it would be a good way to introduce you all.”

  “This Tami better get used to the Smith family soon enough, don’t you think?” Wesley laughs. �
�If she’s going to be a part of us then she’s going to have to get used to all of us. Angelo and his kookiness. Nelson and his smart mouth. Alex and his rock and roll stuff. Oliver and his fucking serious face all the time. You and the stick up your ass!” He ignores my groans of protest. “And of course me and my perfection.”

  “Oh yeah, or you and your temper more like!” I snap back. “But yeah. I guess so.”

  I step backwards and start to exit the room, trying to plan what I will do next. I am going to have to call Tami now, even if I don’t have any good news for her, to see if spending time with my family is something that she wants to do. With everything else going on, she might welcome the distraction, or she might want nothing less.

  Brad: Hey, Tami, how are you? Are you feeling any better? X

  Tami: Did Wesley manage to find anything? X

  Shit, I probably should have just called her then I could explain this in a much better way. But I have started this now and I’m going to have to just carry on if I don’t want to worry her.

  Brad: Not yet, but he’s still looking in to it. X

  Tami: Right, I see. Fair enough. X

  I suck in a deep breath to try and calm myself down before I fire off the next text.

  Brad: If you aren’t still busy with your friends later, do you want to go and see my brother in a show? X

  Tami: A show? What sort of show? X

  Brad: Did I not tell you that he’s in a rock band? X

  Tami: No, you didn’t, but that sounds like a lot of fun! X

  Brad: Great! Well, I will come to pick you up at eight then? X