Red Haught: Haught Brother's Book 4 Read online

  “Now what?” he murmured to the empty room. He’d come from the bachelor party early, by cab, because he’d been drinking and didn’t want to chance driving while even slightly intoxicated. Well, he was sober now, pissed off that he was missing one of the last few times to be with his brother before he tied the knot, and trying to figure out what the hell was happening in his life. Of course, everyone he knew was busy tonight, and for some reason his best friend seemed to want him to try out the bed in her boudoir set up. Well, if that wasn’t what she wanted, Miss Jet-Pack was out of luck. Maybe she’d put some of those sleepy vanilla-lavender packets she’s always giving him in the bed she’d set up. He’d never tell her that they sometimes helped him get comfortable enough to sleep…not because he didn’t want to admit to the meddlesome woman that she was right, but because True would know the reason why. They reminded him of her. Karessa. The woman behind the brand, Karessables. Karessa Monroe. That was how he had described her after he rode her sweet pussy through the night and brought them both to fulfillment. They’d snuggled together, and he’d enjoyed just listening to her breathe. She was Karessable, and he’d told her so almost every day. The fact that she’d taken that endearment and made it a part of her very successful business made him smile, even though it hurt like all hell. He had no right feeling like he was a part of something that she created, especially when he knew she hated him, and had every right. Somehow that didn’t change the fact that he missed snuggling with her.

  Snuggling…that was a fucked-up word. He couldn’t even believe he’d been that guy. The one who wanted forever. The one who would have done anything for his woman. The one who did everything for his woman. He even let her get away from him, so she could have the life she’d always dreamed of. No one knew how hard it had been to let her go, or how much his sacrifice continued to cost him to this day. She was rich, famous, and successful. That was the life she wanted, and that was the life he wasn’t going to get in the way of.

  He wondered if True had anything to snack on, as he’d missed the food portion of the evening. It probably was only going to be wings and burgers, but right now that sounded like a little piece of heaven. Ordering some wings might be an option, but unless he wanted to break the industrial-strength door to let the delivery person in, it wasn’t going to happen. Flicking on the lights by the door, he wondered why the hell he hadn’t done that in the first place. Damned Adios Motherfuckers. That was the drink his brothers and a few friends were having at the bar: equal parts rum, gin, tequila, vodka, Blue Curacao, a little bit of sweet and sour, and lemon lime soda. That drink could make even the most horrendous farewell a bit more palatable. The sudden brightness of the room made him squint, but his name was on a note taped under the switch. Ripping it off the wall, he tore it open.

  Beau,

  I know you’ve had a rough couple of years, and although I’ve never mentioned it, I’ve always known why. I am also aware you’ve had trouble sleeping for a little while, so I wanted you to try out the comfy new bed I’ve placed in my studio. I said I wanted your opinion on the room for the pictures we are taking tomorrow, and I do, but you owe me a favor, and I’m calling it in now. One night in my studio. You can’t leave unless there’s a true emergency. I’ll be back to unlock the door around 9:00 am. You have nothing planned except the photo shoot, and that’s not until 4:00 pm, so you can relax and enjoy your evening. You’re welcome.

  True

  P.S. There are wings and other goodies in the kitchen.

  He was welcome? For fucking what? He walked into the studio, now wanting to blow out the candles before he was in a fire while locked in here.

  He’d rounded the corner and entered the door he’d seen open before True left. It was useless to mutter under his breath, but he did it anyway, just because he damn well could. True had all the lights on a remote control he would have to freaking find in a room that was probably as cluttered as she usually had everything. He could just go around blowing out all the candles, but then he’d be in the dark in this big-ass room that had no windows. He’d probably break all kinds of shit just trying to find the bed.

  Irritated. That’s what he was.

  What kind of payback was this? Anytime True needed something, he would do it with no questions, but when he needed someone to drive with him to the bartender competition last year, they’d had to leave at 4:30 am and they were gone for three days. She didn’t mind the competition, but waking up before five in the morning was something she said no artist should have to do, and then she said he owed her. No problem. It wasn’t like he didn’t do whatever she wanted in the first place. All of the Haught brothers thought the world of her, and if he couldn’t help her, one of the other brothers would have jumped in. He didn’t think she’d have asked him to miss the best part of his brother’s bachelor party for a solitary night in a room created to make a guy think sexy thoughts with a box of his ex-fiancée’s…er…ex-girlfriend’s lingerie.

  “True? Have mercy. That took forever. Are you ready now?” The voice came from the center of the room, and it hit him like a physical punch. He hoped it was that Adios Motherfucker he drank, because the voice that he let himself remember as he stroked his cock at night seemed to be filling his ears at this moment. That just wasn’t possible.

  He turned his head slowly, wishing with all his heart that what he thought was happening was actually happening, and hoping almost as hard that it wasn’t. Adjusting his eyes in the dim room was difficult, but when his focus sharpened, he could barely recall how to breathe, because sitting on the bed like his very favorite wet dream was the woman who owned him heart and soul. She had on pink boy shorts, and a…was that… his white linen shirt? Damn. Here sat the woman he gave up, so she could globe trot around the world and make her dreams—dreams she was going to give up if he’d have allowed it—come true. The breath he was holding was starting to burn. When he finally exhaled, it was so loud in the quiet room it sounded like dust should have been expelled with it.

  “Karessa?” His voice sounded like he’d not talked in ages. This wasn’t how he thought their first meeting would go. He thought he’d be able to see her, say a few things, and then move to a neutral corner of the room away from her. True, Gemmi and Camden had all told him they weren’t sure if she’d be able to come to the wedding, but the women of the bridal party were so excited to get lingerie that Karessa had made exclusively for this event. She’d made it just for Camden and his bride…even named it the Haught Line. Not that Beau had asked, because when it came to this woman he’d never asked any questions. The info he’d received about her was from the media or came unsolicited from friends and family. He didn’t feel like he really deserved any intel, but that didn’t stop him from soaking up every piece of Karessa information that someone spilled.

  “Beau?” She turned her head this way and that. Her brow was furrowed like the prospect of it actually being him was impossible. It was then he noticed she was blindfolded. He walked over to the bed to find her hands tied behind her back and attached to the headboard. What the hell was going on?

  “Yes, it’s me.”

  “One hundred percent,” she said loudly, and the lights of the room came up full blast.

  “Let me guess. True has the lights set to voice control now?” Beau looked at Karessa in the full light and held back the groan that felt like it was fighting to get out. “Why are you tied up and blindfolded?”

  “True told me she had an idea for the last few pictures. She tied me up and told me to wait right here. It seems like I’ve been here forever.” She giggled. He remembered how she’d always done that when she was really nervous. He’d seen the sleek, confident woman on television for the last few years and almost forgotten she had one of the cutest nervous habits he’d ever witnessed.

  “It looks as if True has pulled a fast one on us both. She locked us in here with snacks and said she’d be back tomorrow morning.” Beau just stood there drinking in her beauty and hoping he’d be able to get t
hrough this without embarrassing both of them.

  She gasped, and his body tightened at that sound. That was the exact same noise she made when he entered her and his cock lengthened and thickened like it hoped what usually followed that noise would happen again and again. She barely had on any clothing, and what she did have on was draped in a way that made him want a strong breeze to flow into the room.

  “Could you untie me?” she said in a small voice that reminded him of how much she hated to ask anyone for anything.

  He stared at her and wasn’t sure he could touch her and keep his composure. It was slipping fast. Her aroma filled the air, and she smelled as sweet as she always did.

  Concentrate on the task at hand.

  The way she was bound, there was no way to untie her without wrapping his arms around her. “Fuck.” He really hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but he was just so off-kilter. He wouldn’t have thought the whole damsel-in-distress thing would have him so discombobulated. That was his brother Camden’s deal, before the man had met his fiancée. It had never been Beau’s thing. He liked independent woman who knew what they wanted and took it without abandon.

  Karessa looked so beautiful as she sat and waited for him.

  “I know. You’ll actually have to touch me.” She sounded slightly offended, and after his outburst, he could see why.

  “Touching you has never been a problem I just…” What could he say? Touching your skin may be more than I can take? Looking at you laying there with your skin flushed pink and your breathing pattern a bit altered is making most of the blood that would normally fill my brain and allow it to function properly, now fill my cock? That information probably wouldn’t make this situation any better, so he decided to keep it to himself.

  “Beau?” Her breathy voice made his cock even harder.

  He froze and hoped he could get his body to calm down. Beau cleared his throat to give him a minute to get his thoughts and words together. After a few seconds he realized that breathing in her scent and listening to her breathing wasn’t going to get him calm, no matter how long he tried to settle himself. Taking a deep breath, he tried to explain what he was doing. “I was just trying to figure out how to free you without molesting you too much.”

  “Don’t worry about what you have to touch to get the job done. I’ll give you a pass. This should be short work for you. You never had any problem setting me free.”

  The sadness in her voice weakened the erection he’d thought was going to beat down his zipper, and the elephant that was sitting quietly in the room trampled all over his heart. Beau had to see her eyes. Maybe if she could look at him, she’d see that this was just as hard for him as it was for her. Untying the blindfold from behind her head, he took time to caress the silky strands of the thick, black hair that wrapped around his fingers as he gently pulled the knot from the fabric. When she was released from the darkness, she blinked a few times and peered up at him.

  “Hello, beautiful.”

  Ready for more? Read Too Haught here →https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07D8WXMN5

  Haught & Bothered – Haught Brothers Book #3

  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DM7TRG4

  Chapter 1

  “Put the paper down a little bit. Tilt your head up and to the left.”

  Alec Haught did as he was asked even though he held back a chuckle. There he sat outside on the veranda, on a tropical island with nothing but clear blue water as far as the eye could see. Drinking coffee and being photographed wasn’t what he’d thought he’d be doing this Sunday morning, but he’d learned to put nothing past the woman who stood in front of him with the camera. She’d won a bet and he honored her request of what she wanted in a prize. He just didn’t realize that he’d like it so much.

  “That’s good.” She practically purred as she moved the camera this way and that to get whatever shot she was trying to get. The sound of the camera was muted by the soft crashing of the ocean water, but he looked up to watch the artist as she worked.

  “I thought you said you like candid pictures. You’ve done nothing but boss me around since I sat out here with my coffee and paper.” Alec couldn’t get the normal gruff tone that his voice normally held as he’d been sucked, fucked and satiated for the last 4 days. It was a wonder he was able to sit up straight because he was so relaxed.

  “I know, but it’s the last day of your forced vacation and part of the bet that I won included a photo shoot with you as the star, minus the fussing and attitude I normally get when I try to recruit your help with taking a photo.” True Lee Goodman stood before him wearing a short pink robe that was barely held together by a white belt with the Karessable logo in hot pink in different sizes across the band.

  “How much longer is this going to take?” Watching her robe playing peek a boo with the most succulent pair of tits he’d ever had the honor of licking and sucking was making him anxious to get back to the more physical parts of this vacation.

  She took the camera down from its spot in front of her face, cocked her head to the side, arched her left eyebrow and waited. Just like always, when she concentrated her attention on him it was like a punch in the gut, taking his breath and practically stopping his heart. True was beautiful. Abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. There were instances he wondered what she saw in him. With his scarred face and, at times, less than pleasant personality, he scared lots of people away but not her. He was used to the nervous looks and uncomfortable stances when he got irritated or gruff with others, but this woman with her warm brown skin, thick curly hair, and a body so curvy it was difficult not to watch her whenever she was around, wasn’t bothered by it. It was harder watching other men watch her. She was his True, although he’d never say that to anyone…especially her,

  “Do I detect a bit of fuss coming from you, Alec?” She placed her expensive as all hell camera down on the table beside the platter of bacon as she moved around the table.

  “If I say yes will you remove that robe?”

  “It’s been seven months, Alec. Seven sex-filled, fabulous months. I think you’ve seen me naked almost every day and we have fucked almost everywhere possible. There is nothing under this robe you’ve not seen and touched with your hands and or mouth.” She stopped right in front of him with her hand on the cloth belt. It didn’t appear as if she were going to do anything else but it didn’t help that he was staring at her hands and willing her to pull the bow apart. He looked up at her because she’d stopped talking and he wondered if she’d asked him something and he’d missed it.

  He took a chance and said something about the last thing that he’d heard. “You’re probably right, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it all again. Go back to the night of Gemmi’s bachelorette party and push start.”

  “Start it all over again, huh?” She smiled at him and put her hand on his face. True traced his scar from his eyebrow down his face, over the spot where it dissected his lip and stopped to rub her fingers across his mouth as he nodded. He thought something important was coming, but she just moved in to place a soft kiss near his mouth. When she pulled away there was an expression on her face he couldn’t place. Placing his hand over hers, he attempted to bring her soft lips back in position for a deeper kiss, but she stepped back and pulled the belt to release the bow.

  He hoped she wasn’t going to say anything that required a lot of thought because just the sight of her golden skin and her puffy, chocolate colored nipples had rendered him unable to process the level of thought he had access to typically. She walked backward to the railing before she dropped that silk pink robe to the ground.

  Alec only had on loose fitting shorts and he was thankful because, as it was, his cock was trying to pulse its way out of them. She hopped up on the wooden rail and opened her thighs so he could see how wet she was.

  “Taking my picture turned you on?” His voice sounded coarse like the desire had clogged his throat.

  “Just being around you does that, but I’m sure that doesn’t co
me as a surprise. I think you’ve always known that.”

  There was something about the things she was saying or maybe the way she was saying them that hit him in a way that felt off but there was too much stimuli fighting for first position. Desire and lust were by far the loudest and with the sweet fragrance of her pussy filling his nostrils as he walked closer it short circuited his normal thought patterns. It was hard for the warning bells to be anything but glossed over.

  “I know so much about everyone in my circle, Alec, but there is one thing I just can’t figure out about you.”

  He looked up sharply to read the situation. Her terse words had come out firmer than the sweetened octaves he’d come to expect before she was about to be pleasured. Opening his mouth to question her he was stopped by her hand moving toward her pussy. She separated the folds with her pointer and index fingers going on either side of her clit before she squeezed that sweet nub between them. He enjoyed watching her get herself off, especially when she asked to watch him stroke his cock for her, but he didn’t want that right now. This was their very last day in paradise.

  “What did you want to know?” It was a risky question to ask, but he wanted to make her happy and if she wanted to know something about him he would tell her.

  She opened her mouth to say something but then shook her head. True opened her mouth again. “Do you want to taste what you do to me, Alec?”

  He was on his knees before she finished the question. Licking her fingers because she couldn’t get them out of the way fast enough, he grabbed her hand and cleaned the two digits like he didn’t want any of her sweet honey to go to waste.