One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

Mackenzie was standing in nothing but a flimsy black lace bra and matching black panties. And her high heels. She swayed slightly, making her hair flirt around her back.

“It’s so hot..” She muttered to herself, reaching to her back and struggling to reach the pins of her bra.

Now that the danger was gone, she was lost under the influence of the tequila shots she had been chugging down all night.

Chase could not control the sudden lust that erupted in a scorching inferno inside him the moment he stepped in to see her like this. His entire body had gone tense, and his eyes hooded with desire.

Fuck, he thought, as blood pooled straight down in his shaft.

But then she was drunk. She had no idea what she was doing. He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing her onto the bed, tearing that flimsy lace off her soft and curvy hips and plowing his cock into her so hard, her screams would bring the entire club house down.

Those X-rated thoughts of his, while she was drunk were too depraved.

“What are you doing, Mackenzie?” He finally asked in a voice thickened with raw male desire.

Mackenzie glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes lowered and lips curling into a smile.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Come help me take off my bra, Chase.” She said softly, definitely making it more difficult for him to get his raging lust under control.

“No, Mackenzie. I’ll help you put your clothes back on.”

He strode over to her, staring down at her with a stormy blue gaze. He picked up her dress and straightened it out, but she suddenly giggled and moved backwards. Towards the bed.

“I don’t want you to put my clothes back on.” She whispered, cheeks pink from alcohol.

Chase’s eyes fell on her bouncy breasts sexily cupped by her bra, for a long second, then he looked back up to meet her eyes. “Mackenzie.”

His tone had a note of warning.

“Don’t you want me?” She paused, asking softly.

He walked over to her again, and placed his hand around her naked waist, pulling her closer against his body. His voice lowered in a dangerously carnal promise,

“I fucking want you, Mackenzie. Not just in this state. When I take you, fuck you, you are going to remember every single detail of it. Every touch, every emotion and every naughty response of your body to mine. I want you to fucking remember it when you look at me.”

His hand lowered from her waist to trace the fabric of her panties briefly. A flaming blush grew on Mackenzie’s cheeks as her glassy eyes stared up at him, utterly mesmerized by the way he looked under the semi-darkness of the room.

“I want to take all of you. Make you mine. But as much as I want to right now, I will not take advantage of your vulnerable and drunken state. That’s not my style.”

Mackenzie didn’t put up much of a resistance after that, and he easily slid her dress over her.

Chase looked over her protectively, and remembered how terrified she was just a few moments ago. He placed a hand under her chin,

“And, stop being scared of Jeffrey. He can’t do anything to you as long as I’m fucking alive.”

She barely even heard him. She had tottered forward towards him, leaning against his solid figure for her own balance. Her hands resting against his chest, and the physical contact was driving him insane.

Still he cleared his throat and threw a black face cap over his head, to conceal his features from any member of the press that might be hanging around in the club.

His divorce scandal with Selene was still making headlines, so he couldn’t be seen. Especially not in a bar with a woman.

Chase lifted Mackenzie into his arms, where she snuggled closer against him, close to passing out at this point. The irony. When she was sober, she was always going in the opposite direction from him.

Now that she was drunk, she was recklessly touching him, stripping herself half naked and staying in a dark room alone with him.

Yet he couldn’t do any of the dirty things he obsessed over in his mind, to her.

“Who did you come with?” He asked.

“Charlotte, Felicity…” She muttered.

“Who are they?”

“… My friends..”

“Then they should be looking for you by now.” He said. “Where’s your phone?”

She shook her head, showing that she did not have it with her. In her panic and rush to get as far away from Jeffrey as possible, Mackenzie had left her phone and purse at their table.

“Fuck it, I’ll just take you home.” He said.

Not that he could even let her go all alone in this state. If her friends were nowhere to be found when Jeffrey appeared, then he couldn’t trust them to take Mackenzie home safely.

He left the room and carried her down bridal style down the stairs leading outside the building. But immediately he stepped foot into the night, outside, a stranger walking from the opposite direction suddenly blocked Chase.

It was an older man he didn’t recognize, but a glare was twisting his features.

“Who the hell are you?! Where are you taking her?! You’re kidnapping her, aren’t you?” Maverick yelled.

His entire body was going rigid and ready to fight to get Mackenzie out of a strange man’s arms. He had been so anxious when Charlotte and Felicity returned to the car with Mackenzie’s bag and phone, claiming they couldn’t find her.

He had told them to wait in his car, while he went on to search for her. Only for him to find her sprawled vulnerably in a creep’s arms?

Chase’s stare was poisonous. “Who the hell do you fucking think you are, trying to take my woman from me?”

Maverick exclaimed, “What? Who the fuck gives you the right to call her that? You’re just seeing her for the first time, you pervert. Give her back to me right now while I’m still being nice!”

Chase didn’t move an inch. His arms possessively tightened around Mackenzie’s back and under her soft legs, murdering Maverick over and over again with his eyes.

“So many fucking annoying drunks in this damn place.” He finally said. “Move the fuck out of my way.”

Maverick balled his fists, taking a step forward. “Let her go, right now! You are definitely not taking one inch of a step forward if you don’t surrender and quietly walk away. You spiked her drink with something, didn’t you? That’s why she’s that drunk!”

Mackenzie stirred against Chase’s chest, mumbling about the unpleasant disturbance of voices that had pierced her comfy haze of drunkenness.

But she had recognized that voice.

“Uncle Maverick?” She called. “…I can’t find Felicity and Charlotte….”

Both Chase and Maverick paused in their glare down, looking at her instead.

Maverick stepped closer. “Kenzie, I’m so glad you’re still conscious. Charlotte and Felicity are in the car, waiting for you. Don’t worry about them.”

He looked at Chase with a glare, “She recognized me. It’s pretty obvious who the stranger is here. So fucking let her go!”

Chase narrowed his eyes. “Watch your tone.”

Mackenzie let out a loud sound of discomfort and frustration, pushing Chase’s chest and wriggling her legs towards the ground. Chase reluctantly let her stand.

She scoffed and walked away, but her steps were too wide and uneven, and her balance was shit. She was seconds away from tripping in her heels when Chase went after her and held her right hand.

Maverick followed, grabbing her left hand to pull her away from him. “Stay away stranger.” He warned.

“I’m her future employer.” Chase ground out at him, holding her firmly. “I know her house and I’m fucking taking her home.”

“Never. Her father entrusted her with me, and I brought her tonight. So I’m taking her home safely. Not letting her go with some stranger in a black cap.”

Chase was fed up with Maverick. He felt anger rumbling inside his chest as he pulled Mackenzie closer to his side. Not enough to hurt, but with enough force to make her gasp softly.

“I’m not going to tell you again. Let go of her hand.” Chase warned.

Maverick held her more firmly. “You let go of her.”

“Let go of me!” Mackenzie finally let out a slurred scream, pulling her hands away from the both of them.

She wiped at her blurry eyes, waking forward while muttering annoyed words that were too slurred to be coherent. But she was not watching her footsteps, because her heels knocked over an uneven spot on the ground.

And she buckled, heading straight to the ground.

Instincts kicked in, and both Chase and Maverick were at her sides in her instant, catching her before she hit the ground. Once she was out of danger, Chase and Maverick both glanced up at each other.

They were glaring.