Men In Control (Smith Brothers Complete Series)

by Brenda Ford

  “Turn around,” he rasps. “Sit on me. I want us both to watch.”

  I shudder violently. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be confident with that one. Looking at him is one thing but seeing myself will be something else. I don’t know if I will like it. But then again, I did make the decision that I was willing to follow him in to any journey, so I will give it a go. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell him.

  I turn and see myself, my eyes running over my body curiously as if it’s the first time that I have ever seen it. I suppose like this it is. I haven’t ever seen myself in all my glory before. Also, I’m kinda seeing myself through Brad’s eyes and it isn’t the worst sight in the world. I look kinda good.

  Then Brad grips his hands around my hips, and he pulls me back to him, on to his lap. His cock nudges my entrance. I watch myself as I slide back on to him, the visual working well alongside the physical as he plunges deeply in to me. I cry out, tossing my head back, the ecstasy gripping tight on me. I can see Brad peering over my shoulder, enjoying the sight of us as well. His pleasure is sexy as fuck, especially when he’s looking at me like I’m the only woman left in the world.

  “Shit,” I yell out as my core tightens. “Fucking hell, Brad. That feels so damn good!”

  I lean back, pressing my back against him. One of Brad’s hands slides upwards and reaches my breast. He plays carefully with my nipples, sending wild bolts of pleasure exploding through my chest. His other hand travels downwards and finds my hyper sensitive clit. Everything that’s happened today already has me on fire, so this flaming touch rapidly sends me spilling over the edge in to an orgasm. I can’t take my eyes off myself as I come. I don’t really look like me anymore, I’m a riled up, care free version of myself that I love.

  “I’m falling for you,” Brad whispers to me as I spill over the edge. “I know it’s soon and I don’t expect you to say it back but I am. I just want you to know.”

  I want to reply, to tell him that I feel the same way as well, but I can’t quite get the words out. I’m breathless, blown away, stunned to the core. This is everything that I have ever wanted and more. I feel so fucking lucky.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tami

  “Hey, you.” I lean against Brad’s door frame with a sultry smile playing on my lips. “You staying late?”

  “Well, since I lost my personal assistant, I have a lot of extra work to do,” he teases. “It isn’t fair.”

  “You haven’t thought about replacing me? I really did have a lot to do when I was working with you.”

  “Yeah, but you aren’t exactly replaceable, are you? I don’t think that I could do it.”

  “Obviously I don’t want you to replace me like that, but it would be good to get someone in, so you have less work. Then I might actually get to spend some more time with you.”

  “You can always come and spend some time with me here, you know? Nothing is stopping you.”

  I glance behind me, my heart racing as I consider replicating our first time. It definitely isn’t a good idea because we got caught last time… but I’m sure there isn’t anyone around this time. Part of what was really fun about us in the very beginning was the taboo nature of us. It would be a thrill to get back there.

  “Well, I wouldn’t want to stop you working,” I declare while strutting into his office with a swing to my hips. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of whatever is keeping you so busy.”

  He pushes his laptop away and grins at me. “As if there is anything more important than you.”

  He grabs me and pulls me on to his lap, dragging me to him for a kiss. I giggle against his lips and roll myself around until I’m straddling across him. There’s a deep sense of danger in the pit of my stomach. I know that I should be scared. Frightened enough to put a stop to this, but his eyes melt me. I become a puddle on his lap.

  “I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to get any work done with you strutting around the place in dresses like this.” He tugs at the summer dress swooping around me. “Do you even know how hard it is to keep my hands off you? Honestly, today I almost was about to grab you and spread you across your desk.”

  “Mmm, I might have loved that.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “But I can’t imagine what everyone else would say. I don’t think the bitchy girls would be too impressed if we started having sex, do you?”

  He grabs my ass. “Do you even care what they think anymore? I sure as hell don’t care.”

  “I’m caring much less since I haven’t heard anything for a while.”

  I can’t totally relax though. The idea that a message could come through at any moment terrifies me. I jump a little every single time my phone goes off, but I’m sure as time goes on, that will fade. I hope so anyway. I can’t live my life fearing the freaking message tone forever. It’s damn embarrassing.

  With a teasing look in my eye, I slide my fingers between me and Brad, but on my body rather than his. He gives me a bit of a confused look but soon works out just what I’m doing as I brush my fingers over my panties and slowly pull them to one side. I just feel like being wild today, going a bit crazy, to turn him on in a brand new way. I groan with pleasure as I touch my clit through the material, bolting lightning through me.

  “Oh, fucking hell, Tami,” Brad moans. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

  I lick my tongue along my bottom lip as I tug the cotton to the side, and I feel my wet heat. I feel like I have been turned on all day long, like he’s been teasing me for hours until I can’t take it anymore. My head lolls to the side as I slide my fingers in, massaging my own insides until my fingers soak with need.

  “Oh shit,” I gasp out as I fuck myself a little harder. “Oh my God. Fucking hell.”

  My eyes roll backwards, I’m spinning with dizziness. I can hardly keep myself upwards any longer. Thank fuck he has his hands cupped around my butt to stop me from slipping off his lap. Especially as I bring my thumb in to the mix and I brush it over my clit to send myself even wilder. My sensitive nub is on fire, flames lick all the way over me. There isn’t one part of me that isn’t in heaven. I have spent plenty of time touching myself before, that isn’t new to me, but doing it with someone else is definitely unexpected.

  “Fucking hell, you are sexy today.” Brad leans in and nips my throat. The spike of pain is oddly sexy. I weirdly kinda like it. “Watching you give yourself pleasure is the best thing that I have ever seen.”

  His teeth, tongue, and lips are all over me. I fucking love the sensation. My fingers pick up the pace and I explore myself faster and harder. The fact that there are spikes of pleasure prickling all over me make it far too intense and I can’t hold back any longer. I drag myself under the waters of bliss, I push the desire into my lungs until it’s all that I can breathe in, and it’s wonderful. I want to remain in this place forever. I don’t ever want to let this man go, he is my whole fucking world. He’s everything that makes me happy.

  “Fucking hell, Brad.” I use my free hand to grab on to him with everything that I have. “Fuck me already…”

  But he doesn’t. Not at first. He lets me writhe and thrash through the thrones of pleasure for a little while longer. He kisses me, swallowing up my screams as the burst out from my chest, vibrating to my core.

  Once I’m floating through the gorgeous post orgasmic bliss, Brad lifts me to the floor and spins me around. My palms slap against the desk, my fingers spread apart, so I can keep myself stable. My thighs spread also, automatically waiting for him to slide inside. I glance back over my shoulder, to give him a wink.

  His trousers fall down in an instant. His steel rod makes my heart pound harder, painfully against my rib cage, it slams against the desk as he steps even closer to me. His fingers edge my panties down, and soon I feel him pressing against me, basically begging for entrance. I roll back into him, inviting him in.

  “Fuck me,” I beg, probably a bit too loudly, but we are sure there isn’t anyone around this time. I did
check that the office was empty. “Please, Brad, I want you. I want you inside me.”

  He grabs on to the desk beside my hips and he finally thrusts deeply in to me. My hips slam against the desk over and over again as he fills me up, giving me everything that I need and more. My cervix heats up as each thrust spreads the warm bliss even further. I thought that it was done, that I was drained, but yet again Brad has proven me wrong. Yet again he has shown that he knows my body better than I do.

  “Fuck!” I scream out against the wood of the desk. “Fucking hell, Brad.”

  He cries out my name as he stiffens behind me. He clings on to me tightly as we explode at the same time. Shuddering and yelling out together is a really intense experience. There’s something powerful and bonding about it. I reach back and try to grab him, but I can’t. He has me pinned down as he claims me… not that I’m complaining about being claimed by him. There isn’t a better feeling in the world.

  The moment he pulls out of me I spin and finally grip on to him. I hold him tightly to me, hugging him with tears balling behind my eyes. But this time, it’s tears of happiness. I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion for this man. I just keep getting hit by how lucky I am to have him in my life. How great it’s all turned out.

  This is why Angelo pushed me towards Brad, I suddenly realize. He wanted this to happen.

  I always thought that it was about my career, but now I can clearly see otherwise. That’s why he wouldn’t let me leave working with Brad because he sensed that we would have this spark. He wanted this to happen. I might have to actually thank him for all of this at some point. It’s worked out amazingly.

  “I’m falling for you too,” I rasp, suddenly realizing that I never answered that last time. “So much.”

  “Are you really?” He sounds thick with emotion as well. “You don’t have to just say it.”

  “Seriously.” I pull back and press my lips hard to his. “I mean it. I really am.”

  The L word floats between us. I just know that one of us could easily break that barrier and just say it already. But I don’t want it to be me. I don’t want to freak him out just in case he isn’t ready.

  “Oh my God,” he laughs. “Is that your phone again? It never stops.”

  My blood runs ice cold. All the good feeling simply zaps away. It probably isn’t anything. Just a message from Ruby or Chelsea or something, but the fear is back. I think Brad might be able to see it in my eyes.

  “Are you okay? Has something happened that I don’t know about?”

  “I just… I need to get my clothes on first, that’s all.” I don’t know why I’m not just being honest. “It’s fine. It will be nothing. Nothing has happened. I’m just… I don’t know. We shouldn’t have done this.”

  He grabs onto my shoulders and gives me a reassuring smile. “I’m here. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

  Only his words don’t really comfort me at all. But I do what I can to smile back. I pull my clothes back on, but I try not to do it in the biggest hurry, so he doesn’t think that I’m the mess I really am. Then, once I think enough time has passed, I grab my cell phone and I finally reveal the message that has caused all of this.

  “Fuck.” I drop my phone so hard to the ground I’m surprised it doesn’t smash. “Fucking hell.”

  “What? What is it?” Brad gushes. “Not another message? Please tell me it isn’t another message?”

  I can’t answer him. All I can do is clap my hand to my mouth in shock. This can’t be real; it has to be a nightmare or something. I must be asleep. But if that’s the case then why the fuck can’t I wake up?

  “Is this us?” Brad demands while looking at the brand new picture. “Us now? Just a minute ago?”

  The tears are of sadness and fear this time around. We are being God damn stalked. The office was empty. It definitely was empty, but someone was here, and they snuck a picture of us having sex on Brad’s desk just a moment ago. The cocky bastard sent it to me for a reason, because he or she – probably she if my theories about the mean girls are correct – wants me to be scared. And I am. Fearful for my life.

  “They must still be here.” Brad doesn’t react with fear. Instead he turns to anger. “I’m going to find this fucker and call the cops on them. Get them locked up for this. It isn’t right.”

  I don’t want him to leave me, but I’m frozen with fear. I’m struck with an ice cold terror that encases my limbs in lead.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Brad

  “Asshole.” I grab the baseball bat that I always keep by the side of my desk just in case. “If that fucker is here then I’m going to get them. They can’t just get away with this shit. It’s fucked up.”

  Knowing that someone has been peeping on us is weird, it even manages to give me chills. This goes beyond office gossip now, all the way to criminal offense. This is probably the sort of thing that I could go to the cops about… but I would rather teach this prick a lesson on my own. There’s too much blood tearing around my body to calm the hell down. While Tami looks ice cold and frozen, I’m burning up with temper.

  “You wait here,” I hiss, waving my hand behind me. “I will go and find out who it is.”

  “No.” Tami grabs on to my shoulders hard. “No, don’t leave me here by myself. I’m scared.”

  “But you can’t come with me. I don’t want to be worried about you as well.”

  But the wide eyes panicked look that Tami gives me tells me all that I need to know. She isn’t going to be anywhere without me so I’m going to have to wrap my head around the idea that she’s coming. I indicate for her to follow me and I start creeping around the building. My heart pounds in my throat, mostly because I have no idea how dangerous this person could be. It could be the mean girls just trying to stir up more trouble or it could be something much more sinister. It’s starting to lean more towards the frightening way.

  “This couldn’t be your ex could it?” I whisper as we make our way in to the canteen. “That guy?”

  “Why would it be him?” she asks, her voice thick with tears. “He didn’t care about me when we were together. There’s no way in hell that he’s going to care about me now. We’re long done.”

  “But maybe it was okay when he was done, but he doesn’t want you to be.”

  She falls into silence which scares me. Perhaps it is this guy and he’s on a jealous rage. I don’t know anything about him, other than he let this beautiful woman go because he’s a fool, so I don’t know what he’s capable of. Now, it’s in my mind that I’m going to end up faced with some idiot dude with a grudge.

  “There’s no one here.” Tami presses against my back. “Why isn’t there anyone here? You don’t think they got away, do you? They could have been long gone way before they even sent the picture.”

  “We can’t be sure of that at all, can we? We need to keep looking.”

  I still have that feeling, the idea that someone is in here, so I need to keep on going. I tug Tami behind me and make my way around the rest of the building, visiting every damn office and cupboard as I go.

  “Fucking hell,” I groan. “I think you might be right. I think the bastard is gone.”

  “Now what?” She throws her hands in the air in frustration. “What do we do?”

  “You want to go to the cops or what? We probably could with this and turn it in to something criminal.”

  I can already tell from her face that she doesn’t like this plan. I know why as well, because it makes it that much more real. Once we get the police involved it will blow up and become something so much bigger. Just more drama for us to deal with, which we don’t need. But if it keeps us safe then would it be worth it?

  “I don’t know. I don’t really want to show the cops pictures of us having sex.”

  “But it’s stalking, isn’t it? It’s an issue. It would be much better it just it over and done with.”

  “I don’t know. I don’t know.” Her head falls in to her hands. “This is t
oo much for me.”

  “Okay, okay.” I hold her tight. “I don’t want to overwhelm you. Maybe it would be better to just go home.”

  “Yes.” She nods hard against my chest. “Take me home. I just want to get out of here.”

  She wants safety, we both do, and we clearly can’t get it here. So, I grab my keys, the only thing that I have left to get, and I head towards the exit. I take longer than normal to set up the alarm system. It’s something that I do automatically every day, but now I need to be more careful. Whether it’s an employee or not, it’s someone creeping around and doing some terrible things. I don’t like it at all.

  “Come on then.” I swing my arm over her shoulder to protect her. “Let’s get you home.”

  She’s silent all the way home, but she doesn’t need to speak for me to feel her shaking. She’s trembling hard with terror and that makes me sad. I would never regret getting with Tami, it’s the best thing that I have ever done, but I do feel bad for all the trouble she has had to face because of it.

  “Let me stay with you,” I whisper, once we reach her apartment door. “Don’t be alone.”

  Her eyes meet mine and I can see the true depth of her sadness. “I don’t want to be alone.”

  She unlocks the door and pulls me inside, but not because she desperately wants to drag me in to bed with her, but because she needs me. It surprises me how much I like being needed by her. I never wanted to be another tower for someone else to lean on. Not when I have always been that for my brothers. But I am more than happy to be whatever Tami needs me to be right now. I’m pleased that she’s letting me be her comfort.

  “Do you need anything?” I whisper to her. “A drink or something to eat? I can order in.”