Men In Control (Smith Brothers Complete Series)

by Brenda Ford

  Do we really over step this boundary? I ask myself. Do I complicate everything that much more?

  But I can’t resist. I can’t ignore the deep magnetic pull between us. My lips are edging towards hers before I can really make this decision. My lips crash in to hers and instantly, I’m taken back five years. Back to when it was just me and her in our own little bubble. Absolutely loving life. God, it really was the most incredible relationship I had. I can’t believe I turned my back on it. It feels just as great as it did back then as well. Maybe even better. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the last few years have sure as hell done that. I’m so fond of her now that this kiss alone is making my head spin like crazy.

  The kiss deepens. She darts her tongue between my lips and grabs me to pull me closer to her, groaning with need. I don’t know where this going to lead but I can’t stop to think anymore. This feels too good for me to be rational. This is probably what I have wanted ever since I first laid my eyes on her and I realized that she was back.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Zoe

  What am I doing? I think to myself as Wesley tugs at the spaghetti strap of my dress. His eager fingers want my clothing gone, and I can’t help wanting that too… even if it’s absolutely crazy to want that. What are we doing here? This is crazy, isn’t it? This is heading to trouble… or paradise.

  As my dress slides to one side, I pant and try to suck some air in to my lungs. His fingers brush over my breasts, pausing over my nipples, which causes the buzzing in my core to intensify tenfold. As my head tils backwards, exposing my throat to him, which Wesley devours hungrily, I fall back until I’m lying on the couch. My head pushes back in to the couch cushions while a shiver tears up and down my spine.

  “Oh, you are beautiful,” he growls as he hitches my dress up around my waist. “I have missed you so much.”

  His intense words shock my like a lightning bolt, striking down to my panties just as his hands reach around behind me and he cups my ass in his hand, groaning with need. He sounds like he’s in absolutely agony, but in a really good way. It’s impossible for me not to lose my damn mind, to take him already.

  “Fuck, you are perfect,” he moans as he tugs my panties to one side. “Absolutely amazing.”

  There’s no softness and caring as he plunges my fingers in to me, massaging my insides. It’s hot and full of passion, causing me to see stars already. Even more so when his thump traces over my clit, shooting the sensitivity through the roof. My core pulses as he shoves me on the tracks towards the station before I have even had a chance to have him yet. I might not have anyone to compare him with, Wesley is still the only man that I have ever been with, the last five years have been filled with lots of lonely nights, but I don’t need a comparison to know that he’s fucking incredible and he has my body wild and on fire.

  “Shit.” Every cell inside of me floods with lust. “Oh God, Wesley. Your fingers feel so good.”

  “You remember my tongue?” he rasps. “Would you like a refresher of that?”

  “Oh, fuck yes!” I practically scream. “Oh, shit, your tongue is fucking incredible.”

  His fingers curl around the waist band of my underwear and he slowly edges them down. He slides down my body as well, the weight of him moving and causing my back to arch and hips to roll as I can. By the time he reaches my core and his breath tickles me, my panties have vanished. I don’t even know where they’ve gone. Not that I care. As I feel his nose nudging against my clit and he inhales me, I cry out with pleasure again.

  “Hmm, you smell incredible.” The vibrations of his words are almost too much for me.

  “I want you,” I rasp with more confidence than I have felt in a long time. “So bad, Wesley.”

  Luckily, he doesn’t leave me waiting for long. His mouth connects with me and his tongue swirls around my already hyper sensitive clit hard and fast, He’s wild, like a mad man on a mission, drowning me in bliss. My fingers need something to cling on to, something to hold, but the only thing that I can reach is his hair. I grip the strands tightly as he sends me to heaven, probably pulling a little too hard as the pleasure grips me.

  “Fuck, Wesley.” There are so many things that I want to tell him, so many ways that I want to express everything that I’m feeling deep inside, but the pleasure is too much. I can’t get anything out. I can’t even demand that he stop the onslaught so I can bury him deep inside of me so the orgasm hits me quickly like a tornado while I call his name out over and over, loving the way that it feels on my tongue. “Oh, Wesley, Wesley.”

  It doesn’t feel like it’s going to end. The bliss keeps on coming, the waves rolling through me more and more. I guess it has been a long time coming, the foreplay between us has been building for five God damn long years. This release is very needed, and it’s honestly the best feeling in the world. I never want it to end.

  The moment that my body stops bucking and writhing through the intense and phenomenal sensations, Wesley slips himself back up my body and kisses me hard. His lips are soaked by me and that leaves me breathless and speechless. My fingers edge up his tee shirt and I rub his thick, muscular chest, remembering just how hot he is.

  His chest becomes ragged, his breaths sharp as I slide my fingers all the way down his body and I fiddle with his zipper until he bursts free. Dipping my hands in to his trousers to grab his thick throbbing cock makes me feel sexy and powerful. Like I’m a damn goddess. Especially when his eyes hood over with lust.

  A cheeky smile plays on my lips as I flip things over by turning him on to his back. I place kisses all over that delicious body of his, slowly pushing myself ever so slowly downwards. Of course I’m nervous as I push myself down towards him, but the hot post orgasmic bliss still swirling through me makes everything okay. It gives me a confidence that I don’t usually feel. It also helps that I know how much Wesley likes me. I remember him wanting me more than anything in the world, and I have the strong sense that he still feels that way. I can tell by the way that he’s been looking at me for days, by the way he’s looking at me now. Like I’m fucking incredible.

  “Fuck.” A guttural groan bursts from him as my kisses reach his pubic hair. “Oh God, Zoe.”

  I fix my eyes on his, wanting to see the desire rocking through his face as I gently kiss his tip. His salty taste makes my pulse pound. I have to wrap my fingers around him to hold him in place, so the trembling doesn’t get the better of me. I kiss him again and again, occasionally darting out my tongue to lick him.

  I slowly glide my hand up and down his shaft as I continue to lick, slowly getting to the point where all I want to do is part my lips and take his thick erection in to my mouth. He’s so massive that I feel my mouth stretch as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. It’s a strange stinging sensation, but totally worth it.

  “Oh shit.” I can practically feel the pleasure coaxing from him. “Fucking hell, that feels so good.”

  I drag my lips up and down his length, swirling my tongue around him as I do. His thighs tense up, even shuddering as the bliss grips him, which causes me to speed up, to take even more of him in. I want him to explode within me, I’m looking forward to the idea of tasting him, having his seed shoot down my throat…

  “No,” he shocks me by gasping. “No, not like this. I want to be inside of you.”

  His hands tuck under my arm pits and he pulls me up to meet his lips. I miss the sensation of him filling my throat, but his kisses more than make up for it. Especially when I can feel his soaking wet tip teasing my entrance. He’s sitting up and I’m on his lap, able to slip him inside as soon as I want. I would love to mess around and tease him until he can’t take it anymore, but the flames are flickering too brightly inside of me. Despite him already sending me to heaven once before, I am hungry for another orgasm and I will do anything to get it.

  I kiss him hard as I roll my hips, finally plunging him inside of me, letting out a scream of pleasure as I do. The air strips f
rom my lungs, the sound of our bodies clapping together with each thrust fills the room, and a tingling heat trickles all the way through me. My veins fizz, my tummy tingles, I can feel myself about to explode. Luckily, I’m the one in control here. So, I can bury him in deep and make sure that every thrust feels amazing.

  The pleasure builds quickly. I don’t think it actually left me before, so as it buzzes and throbs, I tip my head backwards and embrace it, loving the feeling as it hits me hard, almost knocking me off his lap. I grip so hard on to Wesley’s shoulders that I’m sure my nails must be digging in to his skin, but I can’t stop. I need that support.

  We come together. Both of us shatter through the pleasure at exactly the same time, kissing and crying out one another’s names as we do. It almost brings tears to my eyes because it’s just so wonderful, and I never want it to end. Here, with Wesley, when there aren’t any outside complications surrounding us, it’s a perfect little bubble where I can just be happy. Happier than I have ever been before.

  “Wow.” We collapse breathlessly on the couch next to one another. “That was amazing.”

  “Don’t do anything rash because of that man, because he wasn’t good to you before. I don’t like the way that he treated you and I don’t want you to get fooled by him and hurt once more. It will crush Maddie.”

  Jessica’s words pop in to my head as if from nowhere, pouring a tub of ice cold water all over me. The post orgasmic bliss subsides and leaves me freezing and a little ashamed of what I’ve done.

  “Just don’t fall for him, Zoe, that’s all I ask of you. Do whatever you need to, you know that I will support you through anything, but a second chance will be a disaster. They always are.”

  I glance at Wesley, who clearly isn’t struggling with the same sorts of things that I am. He looks happy and at peace. He doesn’t seem to see any issues with second chances, and I know that he doesn’t want to crush Maddie. But what if it happens anyway? Neither of us will want to hurt Maddie, but what happens if we do?

  Wesley wraps his arms around me, and I can sense him falling asleep without any issues. But that just makes it even harder for me. The fear of over complicating life and staying here for the wrong reasons is hard. I know that Jessica wouldn’t say anything to hurt me. I can trust her with my whole life, and that’s why I thought that I would follow her advice when I agreed to no second chances… but I got caught up and I let it happen anyway.

  I need to get away, I think desperately to myself. I need to speak to my best friend. I need her help.

  I feel awful as I slide out from underneath Wesley’s arm, but I just need some space. We both do. If we’re going to get involved with one another with Maddie in the picture too, we need to move at a slow and smart pace. We need to be absolutely certain that we can last forever because we can’t give our daughter the full family unit for a while, just to take it away again. We can’t just have sex and expect everything to go right from there.

  Sorry, Wesley, I think sadly as I creep away. But I’m doing this for us. I’m thinking long term…

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Wesley

  “Zoe?” I call out while reaching my hand across the bed. “Zoe, where are you?”

  I’m still half asleep, living in the wonderful dream where she still has her arms wrapped around me, her lips on mine, our hearts beating together in unison… and since the other side of the bed is ice cold as if no one has been there all night long, I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want reality to hit.

  “Zoe?” but I have to. I have to let reality in because it might involve Maddie. “Is something going on?”

  But all that greets me is a thick and heavy silence. It only takes me a couple of moments to glance around the room to realize that her clothes have gone too. I can sense that she’s gone completely, that my apartment is back to being just me within it, but I still need to check to be certain. But yep, she’s definitely gone. Every single room in my home is hauntingly empty, making me desperately yearn for human contact. Well, contact from her anyway.

  “Shit.” I rake my fingers through my hair and shake my head. “What happened? What did I do wrong?”

  My mind spins over everything that happened last night, but as far as I’m concerned it was amazing. The best night ever. I felt like myself again, revitalized, like the last five years of loneliness just melted away. And in the heat of the moment, it seemed like Zoe felt the same way too. I could feel her warming up to me and giving herself over to me. It seemed like I had given her another reason to stay… but now she’s gone.

  I grab my cell phone, wondering if I should just call her or not, but I’m not too sure. I don’t know if she’s going to want to talk to me. I’m torn between wanting to make sure that we communicate properly and wanting to give her the space that she needs to make up her own mind. I can’t force her in to anything she doesn’t want.

  “Fuck, just leave it,” I growl at myself. “Call her later. Give her some time. Don’t be pushy and a dickhead.”

  I glance around my apartment, wondering how the hell I’m supposed to fill the time while I wait for that to happen. If I am already buzzing and on edge, then time isn’t going to help that at all. I don’t know how the hell I managed to last five whole fucking years without knowing what was going on with Zoe and now I can’t even last five minutes. My feelings weren’t less for her back then. Confused, maybe, all mixed up in the lies coming from Court and Hannah, but definitely not less. I wonder if I could push everything to the back of my mind like I did back then. It would certainly make it easier right now, but they are too much. Completely consuming me.

  “Maddie.” She’s the answer. She’s my link. I want to check in on my daughter anyway, to see how she’s doing, to check that she had an amazing time at the sleep over. And it’s a good way for me to see Zoe as well. I just want to look at her, to know that I haven’t hurt her. “Yes, I’m going to Brad’s place now.”

  I get dressed in a hurry and grab my keys before stalking off to Brad’s place. My heart pounds as I walk, my feet move as quickly as they can go. I try my hardest to keep my expression in check as I move. The last thing I want to do is let the rest of the world see that I’m completely freaking out here.

  I knock hard, loudly, wondering if there is still chaos going on inside. It’s a massive house. I guess our parents needed a big place with six young boys to look after, and they had the money made from their very successful company, so chaos won’t be too much trouble in there. But I need them to hear me.

  As the door swings open, I’m struck by the quiet. It definitely doesn’t sound like there are lots of children in there. Brad seems to sense the panic on my face no matter how much I try to hide them.

  “Maddie isn’t here anymore,” he tells me. “Zoe came for her earlier. But she had a really good time. I don’t think she wanted to leave actually.” He laughs. “She definitely wants to come and stay over again.”

  “Oh good.” I nod slowly. “I’m glad that she enjoyed herself. I knew that she would though.”

  “You look like you have a million and one questions in your mind. What’s going on, Wesley?”

  I don’t want to ask this, it makes me seem like a complete and utter asshole, and it will only spark the interest of my brother who wants to know everything that’s going on, but I need to. I don’t have a choice.

  “How did Zoe seem when she came here? Was she okay? Did she seem… I don’t know, distressed?”

  “She was absolutely fine. Very happy. Laughing and joking around. I think that she was glad to have Maddie back with her for sure, but she was in a good place. I think that the party was good for her.”

  “Right, sure.” That doesn’t tell me what I need to know. Not that Brad can tell me anything. The only person who will be able to answer my question is the one person who I’m scared to speak to. “Okay.”

  “Has something happened? You guys haven’t fallen out, have you? Because I know that your situation is complicated,
but you and her need to find a way to be okay for Maddie’s sake?”

  “It isn’t as straight forward as that,” I admit. “It’s all a bit messy to be honest.”

  Brad leans against the door frame and looks at me. “How is it messy? Can I help you at all?” I don’t know what to say so I don’t say anything. “Wesley, you know that I have been through shit myself. I can help. Do you have feelings for Zoe? I know that this is something we discussed before and you didn’t say a lot, but you can now if you want to. Because if you do have feelings for her, then you need to go get her.”

  I’m in love with her, I realize with a sucker punch. I don’t think… I am. I know I am.

  I have always known it, but this is the one time that I have fully embraced it. I do love Zoe, last night was sheer evidence of that, it reminded me how good we are together. I won’t ever find anyone like her for a reason… because she is ‘the one’, the only one for me. Me and her are meant to be. I just need her to see that too.

  “Yes,” I rasp out. “I do have feelings for her.” I don’t want to tell him the extent of them because I think that Zoe should be the first one to know. “I do and I’m scared of messing everything up.”

  “Wesley, you only have one life,” Brad replies firmly. “And if this is what you want, then you need to try.”

  “But what if it messes everything up? What if it pushes her away from me?”

  “You will figure it out.” He rests his hands on my shoulders. “You guys are both adult enough to put Maddie first if it doesn’t work out, but you don’t want to have regrets. You don’t want to wonder what if.”