Red (A Brett MacLean Duet)
J. M. Walker
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Red (A Brett MacLean Duet)
Copyright 2018, J.M. Walker
My readers.
This duet is dedicated to you. Thank you for sticking by me through Brett and Evvie’s journey.
Just remember:
Love deep.
Love hard.
Love unconditionally.
First and foremost, I absolutely need to thank Jennifer Scarn. I had the hardest time trying to figure out how to end the first book in this duet. After brain storming with her, she gave me the best idea ever. So I went with it and it worked.
My Jems. My readers. You are my rock stars and you inspire me every day to be a better writer and a better person. I can’t thank you enough for your never-ending support. It means more to me than I could ever say.
My beta readers. You girls helped me make this book even better and I couldn’t have done it without you.
Joanne: Thank you for teaching me what “couple” actually means. Seriously though, I couldn’t do this without your guidance.
Christine Stanley with The Hype PR. My Poopy. Thank you for constantly helping me. Thank you for putting up with all of my questions and thank you for supporting Brett. You’ve loved him since the very beginning and I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.
Bloggers and authors: Thank you for always sharing my covers, teasers, release deets and more. I couldn’t do what I do without you and I definitely wouldn’t be where I am today without your support.
MY READERS!
Seriously, you all are amazing. Thank you for taking a chance on me and the words my brain likes to puke up. I appreciate you. Every single one of you.
First they were two.
Then they were three.
Now they are five.
When I first met Brett MacLean, I thought he was a douche. He was controlling, dominant (not in a sexy way) and just out right annoyed me.
Fast forward a year later and he started talking to me. It was slow at first.
A little nudge here. A poke there. A gentle caress of the mind.
And then his story hit me. It was fast. Hard. And sexy AF. But I still didn't know him.
Did any of us really know Brett MacLean?
Another year and three stories later, I still felt like I didn't know him. I knew what Evvie told me. But I didn't know him .
A couple months after that, he started speaking to me again. It was just a short story. A novella. But he had a secret. One that I thought was going to rip his marriage apart only to find out it was all a ruse.
Well fast forward another couple of years and BAM, like a slap in the face, he didn't start talking to me. No. He was yelling. Demanding my attention. But it was all jumbled, I couldn't quite make out what he was trying to tell me.
So I needed a break. I took not one but two vacations and finally his words started making sense.
I told his first story from his POV.
It started making sense.
Then I sat down and really listened.
His words. His voice.
Everything that makes up Brett MacLean.
This is his plea.
He has one more story.
And he wants you to listen.
Red (A Brett MacLean Duet)
Includes the stories:
Reflected by You - brand new story
Possessed - Possessed by You written in Brett’s POV
Just when you thought you had it all...... It can be ripped from you in the most devastating way. Will you be prepared to fight?
REFLECTED BY YOU
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
EPILOGUE
POSSESSED
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
EPILOGUE
Reflected by You
Brand new story about Brett and Evvie and where they are now.
Brett
OUR WORLD ENDED when she came into our lives. No control. No power. Just heartbreak and unwanted submission. We were forced to our knees at the sight of her. The words falling from her lips were like nails digging at our soul because we knew there was no way out of this.
It wasn’t her fault. None of it was. She was a lowly pawn in this fucked up world we called life. There was nothing any of us could do but wait.
Ever since I was a small boy, I had made it my mission to be in control of everything around me. My career. Women. Sex. Money. Alcohol. I strived to be an asshole so no one could get into my heart.
And then she appeared.
Short. Blonde, curly hair. Deep blue eyes that looked into my very soul and knew my secrets before I ever told her.
Evvie Neal was my one, my only.
I tried so hard to be in control when really, she was the Master and I was the ever-willing slave. She captured my heart, reached inside my chest and brought it back to life just by the sound of her laugh.
But as soon as we were happy, as soon as we let our guard down, the foundation of our love cracked.
We worked damn hard for it and I would do everything in my power to build up the walls of our love and make her happy again.
Even if it meant leaving.
For good.
Brett
MY BEAUTIFUL SEDUCTIVE wife was bound and helpless. Blindfolded and gagged, Evvie’s naked body was strapped to the Saint Andrew’s Cross against the wall before me.
Pacing back and forth, I rubbed the scruff of my jaw and kept my eyes trained on her.
Clamps pinched her nipples, her heavy breasts swaying with each breath she took. The gold chain connected at the center, dropping to another clamp that pinched her swollen clit.
But I was impressed, she didn’t move. She didn’t make a sound. She only waited until I decided what to d
o with her.
It had been quite a few years since we stepped into a BDSM club run by one of the most powerful men in the country. And ever since then, I channeled my inner Dom and brought my wife to new heights of pleasure neither of us expected.
And now, we were in the basement of our home, in our very own playroom that I had built just for her. But I couldn’t decide if I wanted to make her wait a little more or fuck her like we both wanted.
“How are you feeling, Evvie?” I asked, stepping toward her, and brushing a finger down the length of her jaw.
She purred, spittle dripping from the corners of her mouth where the ball sat between her lips.
“Color, pet,” I demanded, glancing at her hand.
She held up one finger, indicating the color green.
Two fingers meant yellow and five fingers meant red.
“Good girl.” I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger. “Do you want more?”
She nodded slightly, the flush in her cheeks becoming more pronounced at her admission that she wanted me to take it further.
This woman before me, trusting me with her very soul, was my undoing. I had thought that I was in control when really, Evvie was the true Dominant in our relationship. One little word from her, one syllable, and this moment could end just like that.
I removed the blindfold, needing to look into her eyes as she watched me control her every move.
Love shone back at me. Lust and desire and trust. So much damn trust, it took my breath away.
But I couldn’t help but admire her beauty.
Evvie’s blonde curly hair was pulled into a messy bun, a couple soft ringlets falling free to frame her face. Freckles were spattered on her cheeks and nose from hours of being out in the sun.
Brushing my finger across her collarbone, I trailed the back of my hand down the center of her chest. Her breathing became ragged the longer I touched her. Even though we had been married for almost fifteen years, our desire and passion for each other only became more intense as time wore on.
My hands moved across her torso, running beneath her full tits, down the sides of her body, and over the faded stretch marks adorning her lower abdomen. She was fucking beautiful. Giving me three children, her body showed the evidence of those pregnancies. Her hips were fuller but solid. Her breasts heavy. Her stomach flat from spending hours at the gym with me.
“You are absolutely breathtaking,” I murmured, running my thumb along a swollen nipple.
She hissed around the ball in her mouth, her brows furrowing in the middle.
“So fucking delicious.” I lowered my head, swiping my tongue along the pinched nub.
Evvie gasped, her body shaking against the restraints that had her strapped to the cross.
She had been bound and helpless for a half hour. It was long enough to have her muscles aching, her eyes pleading, and her body weeping for me.
I was sadistic in the way I wanted to have her strapped and tied for the rest of the day, but we only had an hour left before our children came home. So, I had to be nice.
“I’ll take care of you, sweet girl.” I kissed her forehead. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of our fucking lives.”
Her eyes shone.
Reaching around her head, I undid the ball gag and pulled it free from her lips.
She let out a breath.
I pulled a cloth from the pocket of my pants and wiped the drool from her mouth. “Are you ready for me?”
“Always,” she whispered, her eyes glazing over. “My love.”
“Good.” I put the cloth back in my pocket and stepped closer to her. So close, she had to tilt her head back to look up at me.
Brushing my mouth over hers, I pulled my dick free from my pants. For the next half hour, I gave her what she had craved since the moment I bound her. Her screams, her cries of pleasure, her words begging me to give her the release she needed. I soaked them all up and basked in the warmth of my wife.
“I love you,” I told Evvie a while later, curling her in my arms.
The rosy glow to her cheeks became more pronounced when she let out a heavy yawn.
I chuckled, kissing her softly on the mouth. “I’ll cook supper tonight.”
“You don’t have to.” She rose from my lap, stretching her arms up and over her head before glancing down at me over her shoulder. “We need to do that more often.”
“I agree.” I stood behind her and kissed the top of her head. “Head on upstairs. I’m going to clean up here and then I’ll get supper started.”
“Okay.” She smiled up at me.
“And, Evvie?” I said once she reached the door.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
She blew me a kiss and left the room, shutting the door softly behind her.
As soon as I was alone, I got to work in putting things away and wiping everything down with sanitary spray.
When I was done, I stood in the middle of the room, taking in my surroundings. Everything was black. The ceiling, the walls, the carpet. The only hint of color was the red bedspread on the four-poster bed I had purchased a couple of months ago.
Our playroom was on the opposite end of the basement while our children’s game room was at the other. The walls were soundproof. Not that we ever played when they were home but just in case, I didn’t want anyone hearing my wife’s screams except for me.
Today was a fast session, both of us coming home from work stressed. It wasn’t planned but as soon as I stepped into the door, Evvie knew that I needed her. Complying willingly, my little submissive headed downstairs and as soon as she stepped into our room, I took over.
Once I sanitized everything we had used, I couldn’t help but think back to our time at the BDSM club. Rope had been our calling. Getting stuck behind a fallen tree, it was like it was meant to be for us to end up in this lifestyle. After driving us to the club, the rest was long forgotten.
As soon as I left the room, I locked it behind me just as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Glancing at the small screen, I let out a curse, knowing what the conversation was going to be about.
“I’m not selling it,” I answered without giving my accountant a greeting.
“That’s not why I’m calling.” Stefan Bates had been with me since the very beginning but he only called me when something important came up.
“Then why are you calling me on my night off?” It was Wednesday which meant that I had Evvie to myself for another half hour before the kids came home and then the rest of the night was spent watching movies and pigging out on popcorn. It had been our family tradition for the past year. Stefan knew that too which pissed me off even more that he was calling when he knew not to.
“Someone’s here asking for you,” Stefan said. “She won’t take no for an answer.”
“Why are you dealing with it?” I frowned, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Ian was dealing with other shit,” he grumbled. “Listen, I have to head back to the office. I stopped by The Red Love to grab a drink.”
“Tell Ian whoever it is can wait because I’m not heading in to work tonight.” Ian West was my manager. He could deal with this shit.
“But—”
“Goodbye, Stefan.” I hung up the phone and shoved it back in my pocket.
“Everything alright?”
My head snapped up, finding Evvie standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Yes.” I closed the distance between us and placed a hard peck on her mouth. “Stefan said someone’s looking for me but I told him to deal with it.”
“Do you have to go in?”
“No.” I brushed my knuckles down her cheek. “I don’t.”
Her shoulders relaxed. Grabbing my hand, she led me up the stairs.
While Evvie rounded up the kids, I made my way to the kitchen and started cooking supper. Laughter sounded from the boys’ room. Evvie and our daughter, Miracle, talked amongst themselves, their voices becoming louder as they neared the kitc
hen.
“Do I really have to go to school tomorrow?” Miracle asked, slumping on a chair at the dining room table.
“You do.” Evvie sat beside her. “Just ignore him.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. “Him?” I turned around.
Evvie raised an eyebrow, shaking her head slightly but I ignored her.
“Tell me who he is,” I demanded of our daughter.
She sighed, her cheeks turning a mottled pink. “This guy in homeroom. He sits right behind me and won’t leave me alone.”
“Have you asked to be moved?” My hands clenched into fists at my side. I tried to be cool but when some little fucker was messing with my daughter, I was ready to commit murder.
“Yes, Daddy,” Miracle muttered. “But it’s assigned seating and my teacher hates me.”
“Why am I only just hearing about this?” I demanded, my gaze snapping to my wife’s.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you that Miracle was having problems. The teacher has been giving her issues because she flies through the class like it’s nothing. Apparently, that’s a problem.”
“I don’t want to move up a grade.” Miracle stood. “I’ll deal with it.”
“No,” I told her. “I will deal with it.”
Miracle nodded once and left the kitchen.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked Evvie again.
“I did tell you, Brett.” Evvie came up beside me, wrapping her arms around my middle. “But you’ve been distracted.”
I huffed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Stefan is riding my ass about the club.”
Evvie stiffened. “We’re not selling it.”
***
Later that evening, as I was making my way into The Red Love , I became more pissed off with each step I took. This club was my baby. Holding many firsts, it would always be a part of me but it was becoming run-down no matter how much money I sunk into it.
“Brett.” Ian came around the corner, his hard gaze landing on me. “You’re here.”
“Not like I had a choice,” I grumbled. “Someone better tell me what the hell is going on and why I was taken away from family night.”
