The UN Series Complete Box Set (91 page)

I pull away and smile. “To your knees,” I demand selfishly not wanting to wait any longer. She came to my office to give me what I want and right now I want to have her at my mercy. To have her pleasuring me.

She falls to her knees without a word, and her head bows. The only sound in the room is her heavy breathing, and I smile a cocky smile knowing she is probably already wet from thinking about what was going to happen to her once she got to my office.

I slide my left hand into her hair and softly lift her head. I grab a hold of my cock at the base, and she licks her lips before she opens her mouth. I glide it into her mouth and look down at my dick slowly working in and out of her soft lips. She pulls back and then presses forward, just starting to ease it in. She’s trying to be gentle, but I don’t want that. I want to fuck her with a force that has her eyes watering and her pussy soaked.

I release my cock and place both hands in her hair. “Open your eyes.”

She opens those heavy lids and looks up at me. “This is going to be hard and fast,” I grind out as she tries to pull away from me. “Don’t fight it.” I tighten my hands in her hair, while giving her a reassuring smile, but inside I’m dying. I’ve been needing this all fucking day, and I’m about to take it.

I push my hips forward, and she whimpers when I feel the back of her throat. She doesn’t try to pull away this time as I give her all of me. She opens her throat up and sits patiently on her knees as I have my way with her mouth. Pushing in and out like my life depends on it. I throw my head back, and my jaw tightens when she moans, vibrating my cock.

“That’s it, baby,” I grind out. “Fuck…” I hiss when I feel my balls tighten. I push my hips one more time when I feel my release in the back of her throat, and I hold her head steady. Once I release her, she pulls away quickly, opening her mouth and breathing heavily.

I want more!

Watching her restrain herself last night was a fucking turn on. I could have just sat there in that chair for hours and watched as she moaned and wiggled while waiting for me to take her. To do with her whatever I pleased. I didn’t make her wait long though. My downfall is that I’m impatient when it comes to her. Especially when she’s naked and says the word
please
. Gets me every time. Maybe I should gag her. Now there’s an idea. Maybe we’ll try that eventually.

I reach down and pull her to stand quickly and shove her back against the wall next to my desk, smashing her restrained arms between her and the wall. She lets out a strangled cry from my force. I need to feel her come. I need to bring her pleasure like she just brought me.

I place my hands down on her thighs and lift up her pencil skirt to where it rests around her waist. I rip her panties off not wanting to deal with that annoying piece of fabric that just gets in my fucking way. I slowly push a finger into her.

“You’re so wet, baby.” I lean my head down to the crook of her neck taking in a deep breath. “Does sucking my cock make you wet?” I whisper making her shiver.

I start to move it in and out before I add another one.

“Yes,” she answers, letting her head fall back against the wall, her lips parted and breaths coming quicker and quicker.

I chuckle. “You like being on your knees as I use your mouth,” I say as I kiss up her exposed chest and neck.

“Yes,” she whimpers once again.

“Why is that, Angel?” I growl getting turned on by her confession. I know she likes giving it as much as I like taking it.

“Ahh.” She cries out as my fingers continue to move in and out of her wet pussy.

Growling I say, “Answer me.”

“Because I’m yours.” She swallows. “To use however you want,” she pants.

I moan at those words. Nothing makes a man feel more powerful than his woman telling him that she is his to do with whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

“You are mine,” I say clenching my jaw and getting more forceful with my fingers.

She takes in a few deep breaths as her body stiffens and her orgasm rocks her, making her sway. I wrap an arm around her tightly, keeping her up as I continue to milk her pussy for all it has. I know how hard she can come, and I fucking want it.

She comes loudly, not caring who can hear her, and neither do I. Let them know what I do this to woman.

I place her in my office chair, knowing she can’t stand on her shaking legs and those skinny heels she wears. Reaching behind her I undo my tie that still restricts her hands. Once done, I kneel down in front of her and set her hands in her lap as I gently rub her wrists.

I watch her parted lips as she sucks in breath after breath. Her chest rises and falls fast, her bra pulled down giving me a look at her hard nipples. She has her head resting back against the chair, and her eyes are still closed. I can feel her legs still shaking against me from her orgasm.

I release her wrists and place my hand in her hair and pull her head down to face me. She opens her heavy eyes, and she looks like she’s in some trance. I smirk, basking in the state I have brought her to.

I continue to kneel in front of her silently letting her get her body back under control. When she can finally breathe normal again she speaks.

“What has gotten into you?” she asks with a soft smile.

What did get into me?
“I’m pretty sure it was you calling me sir,” I say honestly.

She gives a little laugh.

“No, really. It was hot,” I remark honestly.

She playfully slaps me on the chest. “Where are my panties?” she asks sitting up straight in the chair, looking around as she starts to readjust her bra and button her blouse back up.

“You’re not getting them back,” I respond.

She points a finger at me. “I need them. I’m going dress shopping with your mother and the girls after work.”

I stand up and grab some tissues off of my desk and hand them to her to clean up. I place my dick back inside my boxers and refasten my slacks. “So? You don’t need panties to go shopping with the girls,” I state, loving the idea that she will be commando the rest of the day. Means less I have to take off as soon as she walks through the front door of our house.

“Slade.” She sighs looking down at her watch I gave her for Christmas. “Your mother is taking me and Holly wedding dress shopping. I don’t want to go without underwear.” She makes a look of disgust.

I smile, pulling her up and out of the chair. “You’re going shopping for your wedding dress?” I ask shocked.

“Yes,” she answers with no hint of excitement.

I frown at her lack of enthusiasm. “I didn’t know you had plans after work.”

“Your mother called me earlier. We were supposed to all meet at your parents’ house and look at things online. But I guess Holly’s mom had to go out of town for work and has a few dresses she wants her to try on. Your mother thinks it will be a good time to have me look for a dress as well.” She sighs.

I grab her left hand and bring it up to my lips. I give her knuckles a light kiss. “Do you want me talk to her? I don’t want her to push you if you’re not ready.” I would wait for her as long as she needs me to, and I know my mother can be overwhelming when it comes to stuff like this.

“No.” She pulls back from me. “I am ready. I…” She looks down at her ring. “I’m just nervous.” She laughs at herself then her eyes come back up to meet mine. “I just want it to be perfect for you,” she whispers. “What if you hate the dress that I pick out?”

I pull her back into me and wrap my arms around her small waist. “You are perfect, baby. Don’t worry about the dress or anything else about the wedding. I’m going to love it. You know why?” She shakes her head. “Because whatever you pick will be what you love. And that’s all the matters to me.”

She gives me a smile, and I lean down, giving her a soft kiss on her lips. She pulls back and cocks an eyebrow. “Enough about the wedding. Where are my panties?”

I laugh as I pull them out of my pocket. She gasps when I hand them to her. “Slade,” she snaps, holding them up in front of her. “You tore them.”

“I figured you knew that when I yanked them from your hips,” I say with laughter.

“I wasn’t paying attention,” she mumbles shoving them back into my pocket. “You can have them.” She claps her hands together as if she just got an idea. “I will run by the house and change before I meet the girls after work,” she says matter-of-fact.

I pat my pocket giving her a victory smile. “Well then, there you go.”

She leans over and kisses my lips. She starts to leave and then turns to face me before she walks out, placing her sunglasses on top of her head. “Thank you, Sir, for the services.”

I growl as she walks out laughing.

CHAPTER TWO

SAMANTHA

“I love this one,” Vivian says with a smile as she holds up the hundredth wedding dress. Okay, it’s more like the fifth, but it feels like the hundredth dress.

“Oh that one is gorgeous,” Missy says from next to me as she pushes her black rimmed glasses further up her nose while we sit on a white leather couch in the middle of a bridal shop.

I’ve never been in a bridal shop before, but I would have to say they are extremely nice. Or this one is at least. I feel like I should have taken my shoes off when I walked in. Everything is so white and clean, from the white carpet to the white furnishings, it almost made me nervous to even sit down on the couch.

I look up at Vivian when she waves the dress she is holding in my face. It’s an okay dress, but it’s a little too much for what I’m wanting. The top is a sparkly halter top and then the entire skirt is nothing but net. I imagine it would look beautiful on the dance floor.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” I say smiling.

Vivian’s smile drops off of her face, and she lowers her arm that’s holding the dress. “You don’t like it?” Her words full of disappointment.

I shrug. “It just doesn’t look like me,” I say honestly.

“What kind of dress do you have in mind?” Courtney asks from the dressing room to the right of us. She has been in there for ten minutes trying to get Holly into a dress.

“I don’t know exactly. I want something elegant, yet simple,” I say, imagining something tight fitting with a long train. Something that is classy and stunning.

“Simple?” Courtney snorts. “Since when do you do simple?”

“What does that mean?” I ask with a frown looking to the door of the dressing room.

The door swings open, and she walks out. A defeated looking Holly follows behind her wearing a white crinoline skirt and white corset. Her shoulders are slumped, and she blows a few pieces of her black hair out of her face.

“It means it’s your wedding. Go all out.” She throws her hands in the air. “You’ve always been a girlie girl. Get something with layers of lace and jewels.”

I shake my head. “I want simple,” I repeat, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I think simple sounds beautiful,” Missy says softly with a smile.

I nod my head, thankful that someone is on my level, even if she is just agreeing with me because no one else is.

I’ll take it.

Why she continues to bring me dresses is beyond me. Holly is the one who is running out of time. Slade and I haven’t even talked about a date yet.

I hold in my sigh. As a girl I know we all dream about the day we get married and what we would want it to be like. But the day my father passed and my mother shut me out, my life changed. Things no longer mattered. Even with Jax. We had spoken of marriage, but I was never the girl to run out and grab wedding magazines to start planning it.

I do want to marry Slade. I want to be that girl who’s excited and ready to start planning our future together. We have only been together for four months, but I love him more than anything, and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

I nod my head and give Vivian a sincere smile. “Okay, but I want simple,” I remind her.

“I think I saw just the one,” Vivian says turning and handing the dress in her hands back to the consultant who is helping us out.

As Missy and I strike up a conversation about her schooling, Holly explains to the lady that the dress she had given her was too small, and she didn’t care much for it anyway.

Her mother had set up this appointment while we were in New York. She had intended to be here as well but had to go away this morning a business trip. Holly tried to reschedule for when she got back, but her mother said she didn’t have the time to waste and to go on and try them without her. We were not the least bit surprised when we arrived and the consultant already had dresses that Holly’s mother had picked out for her. And they are hideous.

“Here it is,” Vivian says, getting my attention and holding up a dress that is still in the plastic cover. “Come on. Try it on.” She pouts, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I’ll help you,” Missy says standing and taking the dress from her so Vivian is free to go help Holly pick out something else.

Missy and I make our way into the dressing room and stand quietly as I stare at the cover hiding the dress. I close my eyes and wish that my mother was here. She would not have missed this day.

I hear the cover being unzipped and open my eyes when Missy gasps.

“Wow,” I say when I get a good look at it.

“Yeah,” Missy agrees.

We don’t say anything else as I remove my jeans and shirt. Courtney throws over a corset to us, and Missy helps me snap it in place. She then helps me into the dress.

All the girls are quiet as I step up on the pedestal to look at myself in the floor length mirrors.

Vivian steps up behind me, her eyes filled with tears. “Is this what you had in mind?” she asks with a knowing smile.

I smile as I nod my head. “It’s perfect,” I say as I run my hands down the flawless white satin that covers my hips.

She smiles. “I thought so.”

It really is gorgeous. It’s too big, but the style and look is exactly what I had in mind.

I turn around and face her. “Thank you, Vivian.”

It is then that I realize I do have a mother here to help me, even if she is not my own. I lost my mother and my father, but I am gaining an entirely new family.

“You’re so lucky you found a dress,” Holly cries, almost in tears. “All the ones my mother picked out are fugly,” she whines.

Courtney nods her head quickly with her lip pulled back in disgust.

“Try on a dress that you like,” Missy encourages her.

Holly shakes her head. “You don’t understand. My mother will freak if I don’t pick something that she likes.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s your wedding,” Courtney says making me frown and Holly laugh. “Tell her to take a hike.”

“She’s paying for the wedding. She wants everything how she has always imagined it. I’m her only daughter.” She sighs. “I don’t want to disappoint her.”

“But she doesn’t mind disappointing you,” Courtney says matter-of-fact. “She doesn’t care what you want.”

“Courtney,” I snap.

Holly just stands there staring down at the white carpet, and I feel my heart break for her. I know the truth. Her mother hasn’t even asked her what she wants. We have been going over stuff on the internet at Vivian’s house every other day, yet she hasn’t told her mother the things she wants because she hasn’t even asked.

“Wow. That dress is beautiful on you.” The consultant walks up interrupting our conversation. “But it’s way too big. Let me take some measurements,” she says, already pulling out pins and a tape measure.

I give her a small smile as she proceeds to take my measurements. I want to hold Holly and let her know that it will all work out. As her maid of honor, I want her wedding to be perfect. Right here, right now, I vow to myself to make that happen. Even if I have to go behind that bitch of her mother’s back and make it happen.

We finish up at the store not long after that. Holly has to work tonight so we weren’t going to be closing the place down.

I pull up to the house after making an evening run to the grocery store after the bridal shop to grab a few things.

I get out of my car and smile looking down at it parked in the garage. I’m surprised Slade didn’t say anything about me driving it today. I’m pretty sure the fact that he was running late this morning due to our sexual activities kept him from caring what I drove to work.

After shutting the door, I stop in the garage to answer my ringing phone.
Holls
flashes across the screen.

“Hello?” I say trying to juggle my purse and the few sacks of groceries.

“Hey, Sam,” she says timidly.

“Hey girl,” I say frowning at the tone of her words. She wasn’t in the best of moods when we left the bridal store. “Everything okay?”

She takes a few seconds to answer which makes me nervous. “Uh, well I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“What is it?”

“Well, uh, Jax is here.”

The sound of my purse hitting the concrete floor echoes through the garage. “What?” I ask thinking I heard her wrong.

“Yeah.” She takes a deep breath. “I don’t know what’s going on, but he says he’s been trying to call you.”

I shake my head to myself. “I haven’t gotten any calls from him.”

She releases a long breath. “He refuses to leave until he speaks with you.”

“No,” I say gritting my gritting my teeth. Not this again. “That’s not going to happen. Tell him to go fuck himself, Holly,” I start to ramble. “There is nothing left to say. It’s over. Tell him to take a hike.” I suck in a deep breath once I finish rambling, not knowing what the hell he must be thinking. He must have lost his mind to think I would want to see him after what he did to me.

“That’s my girl.” I hear her smile through the phone.

“What? You thought I would want to see him?” I ask somewhat confused.

“No. It’s just that he has me confused. He said he keeps calling you, and you hadn’t mentioned it to me. Wouldn’t you tell me if he was calling you?” she asks sounding hurt.

“I promise you, Holly. He has not called me, nor have I spoken to him.”

She sighs and then speaks. “I believe you. I’m going to have Brandon kick his ass out.” Brandon is the new bouncer who she hired after all that shit went down with Jeremy. Even though Jeremy pled guilty and is in jail, it opened our eyes to what could happen in that bar. She also had the owner install a few cameras.

“Holly, if he asks anything about me, do not tell him I’m with Slade. He knows where Slade lives, and I don’t want him showing up here.”

“Are you going to tell Slade?” she asks sounding worried.

“Yes,” I reply with no hesitation.

“Okay. I’ll let you know what ends up happening.”

“Thanks girl for giving me a heads up.”

We hang up, and I retrieve my purse from the garage floor. I walk inside and place the groceries on the kitchen counter when the voices of Slade and Tate float up from the basement. I make my way down there and find them playing pool while watching Sports Center.

I walk over to the couch by the pool table and sit down nervously.

I look down to my hands as I open and close my fists. What in the hell could Jax want? My mind wanders back to the last day that I saw him when I was moving my stuff out of our rental house.

“What are you doing?”

I spin around and my heart rate picks up. Jax is standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Packing up my stuff.”

“No, I mean what are you doing? Why are you leaving me?” He leans up against the door jam.

I’m starting to get pissy. “Because I walked in on you having sex with someone else.”

“But I don’t want to break up.” He smiles, and it gives me goosebumps; the kind of goosebumps that scream danger. He pushes off the doorframe and starts to move toward me. I look to the hall behind him, panicking. Where are Micah and Holly?

My heart is pounding, and my skin gets clammy. “Stay right there,” I demand, putting my hands up.

“Come on, babe, you know we’re good together. Can we just forget this ever happened?” His brown eyes are on mine, and that disturbing smile is still plastered on his face as he saunters toward me. He’s getting too close to me now, so I decide to run past him, but he catches my arm and pushes us out into the hall. He is holding my arm so tightly that I cry out.

“Let go!” I scream. I try to pull away, but he has a death grip on my arm. “Let go of me, Jax!” I yell in his face. He’s never acted this way before, and I don’t know how far he will take it.

That vicious smile drops off his face as he narrows his brown eyes at me. “No!” He growls, “I will not let go because you’re not leaving. You are such a little bitch, Sam. You think you can just walk away from me?” I see him lift his right hand, and I think for a second he’s going to hit me. I take both my hands and shove him, making him release my arm
.

Micah had interrupted us right then and pushed Jax away from me. But I had gotten in the way when Jax charged toward him. He pushed me, causing me to fall and hit my head on the corner of the wall, which landed me in the hospital.

After Holly had come into my hospital room, I had spoken with the police. Told them what had happened-verified the story that Micah had already told them-and we immediately went to the court house to file a restraining order. We hadn’t known at that moment that he had already left town. When the police came up with nothing they had informed us the rental house had been trashed and every trace of him had vanished. Then word of mouth got around town that he had taken off with Bridgette to her hometown in Georgia. But that bitch caused problems between Slade and me just a few months ago when she was giving all those pics to Jessica to fuck with me. So he may already know I’m with Slade. She must have told him. Have they broken up? What does that mean now? Jax wants me back? I laugh out loud at the thought of that.