When You're Mine (MINE #3)(7)

I stepped into the shower, allowing the cool water to wash over my heated skin. Pressing one palm to the tile in front of me, I closed my eyes and fisted my cock with the other. This had become a daily ritual, imagining what it would be like to bury myself inside of her. How soft her body would feel naked beneath mine. How tight and wet she would be for me. Every illicit thought and image running through my mind made me pump harder.

Faster.

I cursed her sweet name. The release only served to relieve the ache filling in my hand. I had no idea what to do about the one burning in my chest.

When I went through Tabitha’s bag to find her pills, I took the time to program my name and number in her phone. I’d sent her several text messages over the last few days, asking how she was feeling, if she needed anything. She was ignoring me, and it was beginning to piss me off. Once I was dressed for work, I sent her yet another text. This time, I wasn’t so gentle.

I’m coming for you.



Her response was immediate.

And you are…



Don’t play with me. You know exactly who this is.



It’s so hard to keep up these days.



You’ll pay for that.



Oooh…is that a threat, Mr. Big Bad Attorney at Law?



Keep playing and you’ll find out.



There was a long pause before my phone chimed again.

Stop stalking me.



Define stalking.



Look it up, lawyer boy.



Shaking my head, I took note of each indiscretion.

It’s only considered stalking if the attention is unwanted. And judging by the way you got off on my hand Saturday night, I know you want me as much as I want you. Which I’ll admit, is pretty f*cking bad.



A few minutes passed without a response.

So I added…

I hope like hell you run that pretty little mouth like this when we’re face to face. It will give me a good reason to put something in it. Shut you up for a while.



It certainly shut her up for a good forty five minutes. I didn’t get a response until I was seated in my office, having my first cup of coffee.

Changing my number, psycho.



She only wished it were that easy to get rid of me. I had several cases to review and needed to be in court soon, but the only thing I could think about was a mouthy little redhead and the many ways I wanted to make her mine.

“Here are the files you requested, Mr. Shaw.”

My fantasy was short lived and my hungry cock lost his appetite when my intern, Amanda Sharp, walked into my office. She stood in front of my desk, gently laying the manila folders in front of me as her lips tilted up in a seductive smile. Glancing over her shoulder, she leaned forward on a whisper. “Will you need me to stay late tonight, Mr. Shaw?” One week ago, I would have bent her over my desk, had my way with her, and sent her ass back to work. Today, I had no desire for her whatsoever.

“No,” I said firmly, slightly unsettled by the fact that my cock only had a craving for one woman. I punched the air, checking the time. “We have to be in court in one hour. You better be ready.”

“Yes sir. I’ll be ready,” she said with confidence before walking out of my office.

That’s it, absolutely no more f*cking the staff.

I checked a few emails before shutting down and packing up for court. I was almost to the elevators when I heard Brent calling my name. Brent McMillian, son of Eldridge McMillian, was not only my sister’s fiancé, but my best friend. That was until six months ago when I found out he’d been sleeping with my sister for the last two years.

Now, I couldn’t stand the bastard.

“Mia asked me to give this to you.” Brent shoved a black envelope in my direction with ‘Barrett and Guest’ scrolled across the front in silver ink.

I shook my head, shoving the envelope inside the pocket of my coat. “She sent you to do her dirty work?”

“She thinks you’re still pissed.”

“I am still pissed.”

The * scoffed, shuffling his feet. “It’s been six months. We’re getting married for f*ck’s sake.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to accept if you two would have told me in the beginning, instead of sneaking around behind my back.”

“We didn’t tell you because we knew you would react just like this.” Where the hell was the elevator? “I love her.”

Part of me actually believed him. But that part was far too small to outweigh the doubt. “You better.”

I loved my sister, and I wanted to be happy for her, but knowing Brent, I wasn’t sure I would ever be ok with this.





The best part about a first kiss is right before the first kiss.

~ Brett Davern





I’m coming for you.

What the hell did that mean? It meant squirming all damn day, fantasizing about all the ways he could shut me up. The anticipation was killing me. I had no idea what to expect from him and that excited me even more. The better part of my week had been spent right here, touching myself and thinking of all the wonderful ways Barrett could make me his. When I wasn’t fantasizing about having his face between my legs, among other things, I was praying like hell I would never hear from him again. I should have known better. Barrett had text me on Monday, asking how I was feeling and if I was having a good day. I stared at that text message for a solid hour, excitement dancing in my veins at the prospect of someone caring how my day went.