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Authors: Shantel Tessier

Uncontrollable

 

 

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Uncontrollable

 

Copyright © 2013 by Shantel Tessier

All rights reserved.

Cover Design by Sommer Stein of
Perfect Pear Creative

Editing by Jenny Sims of
Editing4Indies

Formatted by
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book review.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places,
and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or
locales is entirely coincidental.

 

 

 

 

I want to dedicate this
book to all of my readers out there. You all took a chance on me when I
released
Undescribable
; the start of Samantha and Slade’s story. Here I
am less than a year later writing the ending to their love story. I have all of
you to thank for that. I know how hard it is to say goodbye to the characters
that we love. It kills me to finish their story but they will appear in Tate’s
book along with Parker’s book as well. Thanks for believing in me and my books,
without you this would have never been possible.

 

 

 

 

Adjective

 

Incapable of being controlled or restrained

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

I walk
calmly into the small airplane bathroom and lock the door. Leaning over the
tiny hole that they call a sink, I try to readjust my boobs in my bra. Once the
girls are pushed up, I pull my blue shirt down a bit. After I feel they are
showing a little more, I lean back and start to run my hands through my long
dark hair, trying to scrunch it at the roots. When it has some volume, I lick
my lips and give myself a smile in the tiny mirror.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this!

I take a look around and frown when I realize this
may not even be possible. What the hell am I thinking? Will Slade even be able
to stand up in here?

I smile when I hear a faint knock on the door.
Biting my lip, I open the door slowly to make sure it is the person that I want
knocking on this door.

There stands the man I love, dressed in a tight
white t-shirt showing off his wide chest and muscular arms. My eyes wander down
his blue jeans and tennis shoes.

He gets my attention when he leans his tall frame
against the open door as those baby blue eyes look down at me. “Excuse me,
ma’am. Is there room for two in there?” Slade asks with a straight face.

Ma’am?
“So proper,” I say with a smile.

His eyes bore into mine, and he leans his head down
to whisper, “I assure you, Angel, there is nothing proper about the thoughts
I’m having about you right now.” He reaches up and runs the pad of his finger
over my cleavage, and I smile to myself for giving them a little air to
breathe. “Bringing the big guns out to play, are you?” He smiles, knowing what
I have been doing in here.

I laugh and grab a hold of his hand to pull him
through the door.

“Shit!” he hisses when he hits his head on the door
frame.

“Sorry,” I say through laughter. “I didn’t think
this through very well.”

His strong arms grab a hold of mine, and he pushes
me up against the now closed door. “It’ll work.” He reaches around me and locks
it.

His lips slam down onto mine as he runs one of his
hands up my back; the other still tightly gripping my hip.

I lift my hands up into his messy hair and grab a
hold of him. I try to lift my leg around his hip but realize there’s not enough
room. I bring my leg down but my heel gets caught in his jeans.

“Ow,” he whines, pulling back as I scrape it across
his leg. “What the hell was that?” he asks trying to turn and see what nicked
him.

“My heel. Are you okay?” I ask concerned.

He nods and then says, “Take them off.”

“Then we will just trip over them,” I argue shaking
my head.

“Take them off.” He demands this time.

I roll my eyes, but do as he says, trying to kick
them to the other side of the bathroom. “Happy now?” I ask looking up at him.
Sometimes I hate how short I am compared to him. I’m five-foot-four, and he’s
six-foot-two. My six inch heels usually help me out with that.

He gives me a cocky smile that reminds me why I
told him to meet me in here in the first place.

I grab his clean shaven face and bring his lips
back down to mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, letting him know that I’m
ready for him to get this show on the road.

He pulls me away from the door and spins me around
in the tight space, causing me to trip over my heels. We go falling into the
counter and sink.

“Fuck,” he growls into my mouth as he hits his head
again.

I pull back to speak, but he places his finger over
my mouth. “Don’t even think about saying it,” he says, narrowing his eyes down
at me.

I told you so!
I should have just kept the
damn things on. “Maybe we should stop, this may kill us,” I say only somewhat
kidding.

He leans back into me and pulls my bottom lip into
his mouth to nibble on it. “I would die one very happy man,” he mumbles as his
hot, intoxicating, minty breath lands on my lips.

I let out a little giggle as I try to locate my
heels on the floor with my foot so I can push them further away from us. The
sound of them hitting plastic echoes in the small bathroom as I reach down to
unzip my jeans.

He pulls his lips away from mine so he can look
down at me, his face serious now. “But are you sure you want to do this?” he
asks.

I frown. “This was my idea.”

He runs his hands up my back and grabs a handful of
my hair at the base of my neck. My head jerks back as a whimper leaves my lips.

“I don’t want you to be injured, though.” His lips
brush my neck, and I feel his teeth bite into the soft flesh as his hand
tightens in my hair; his actions going against his words.

I groan. “I’m not afraid of a few bruises.” My
words come out breathless as my heart pounds in my chest.

He pulls me away from the counter and spins us
around, slamming my back against the small wall, and I feel it give a little
from his force.

Hope the people on the other side can’t hear us.

“That’s one of the things I love about you,” he
whispers in my ear.

“What’s that?” I lick my lips as I take in a deep
breath. He lets go of my hair and moves his hands to work on the button and
zipper of my jeans, which I had abandoned.

“That you are always up for whatever I want to do
to you.” He jerks my jeans down over my hips along with my underwear, and I
shake one leg out the best that I can. He then reaches for his own pants and
releases his hard dick from behind his zipper. The sight of it has my mouth
watering and my heart racing.

He slides a hand up my inner thigh and then slides
a finger between my folds to open me up. “Always so fucking wet,” he growls in
my ear.

I lean my head back and take a few deep breaths.
“Please, baby.”

“I want to taste that soaked pussy so bad right
now, but I don’t think there’s enough room in here for you to wrap your legs
around my head.”

His words come out as a growl, as if he just wants
to slam me to the ground and bury his head between my legs.
God, how I want
that too.

I whimper as I feel my legs get weak. I look up and
take in the white ceiling that is only inches away from me. This very small
bathroom gives us little room. Hell, I can reach both arms out and almost touch
the door and the opposite wall. Slade barely has enough room to stand up
straight let alone lay me down and spread my legs.

I shake my head. “Yeah that is not a possibility.”

He slides a finger into me, and I moan. He adds a
second finger, and I lean my head back again, breathing heavy. He pulls them
out all of a sudden, and I open my eyes as he slips his fingers into his mouth.
I bite my lower lip as his eyes darken, and he lets out a moan of pleasure
himself.

His baby blue eyes lock on mine as he very slowly
tastes me. My breath comes quicker as I imagine his lips and tongue being on my
most sensitive spot.

They pop out of his mouth, and he gives me a smirk
that tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking about.

“Later,” he promises softly.

Then his hand is back between my legs, and I stand
sluggish against the wall. His fingers are rough and demanding this time,
making me even wetter. “What…What are you doing?” I stutter.

“Shh.” He leans down and nibbles on my ear as his
fingers work in and out of me at a fast pace.

“I need…I need more.” I take in a deep breath
trying to find my control.

He gives a little chuckle at how desperate I sound.
“What do you need, Angel? Do you need my cock inside of you? Do you need me to
fuck you?” His voice is rough as his fingers continue to tease me.

“Yes.”

“Say it,” he demands in that tone that has wetness
pouring between my legs. The tone that tells me he is in charge, and I’m just
along for the ride.

And what a ride it is.

“Tell me what I already know, baby.” The rasp in
his voice has my fingernails digging into the sides of his shirt. “Tell me that
you need it to be my cock inside of your sweet pussy.” His thumb slides over my
clit, and it has me hitching in a breath.

“I need you to fuck me, Slade.” I pull him closer
to me, needing his body pressing into mine. “Please,” I beg. “Your cock…”

He doesn’t make me wait any longer as he takes
himself in one hand and lifts one of my legs with the other. With our new
position I’m able to prop my foot up on the sink that sits directly behind him.

He glides himself inside of me, and I suck in a
ragged breath as he stretches me fully.

“Fuck, Angel.” He holds onto me tightly as he
starts working in and out of me.

My back pushes against the uncomfortable wall, and
my legs stretch, as he stands up straighter.

The small bathroom fills with the sounds of my
ragged breathing and his soft grunts.

It doesn’t take long for the sensation start to
build. His lips on my neck, chest, and lips along with his deep and hard
thrusts. I tighten myself around him.

“Slade,” I pant. “Oh, God...” My voice rises.

His hand on my thigh grips me tighter, and he
pushes his broad shoulders and hard chest into me, holding me securely against
the wall. His free hand comes up and covers my mouth to quiet my cries, but it
just excites me more. He kisses down my neck and bites down on my collarbone.
My body starts to shake as I scream as loud as I can into his hand, trying to
breathe through my nose.

His hand pushes my head into the wall, trying to
silence my cries that I can’t seem to control. He picks up his pace as he fucks
me without any tenderness, just raw need.

I reach up and grab a handful of his slick hair and
hold on tight.

He pulls his head back and bites the bottom of his
lip right before I feel his body stiffen and his dick pulse inside of me. Once
he fills me, he lays his head down on my shoulder and breathes heavily for a
few seconds. He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead and then pulls away as he
removes his hand from my mouth. He leans down and softly kisses my lips.

“Are you okay?” he breathes into my mouth.

I nod my head trying to catch my breath. My chest
rising and falling quickly against his, my breast now covered in a thin layer
of sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he says running the pad of his thumb
over my bottom lip.

“It’s okay,” I admit quietly, and he arches one
dark eyebrow.

“You liked it.” It wasn’t a question, and I feel my
cheeks heat up.

He runs his knuckles down the side of my face.

“I did,” I admit somewhat nervously, “but it’s
probably a good thing you did that.”

He smiles. “I’ll remember that for later.”

My heart starts to beat faster, if that is even
possible.

“I’ve been wanting to try some new things anyways,”
he muses.

“New things?” I can’t hide the excitement in my
voice. My reaction causes him to chuckle. “I would say joining the mile high
club is very new for us,” I add.

“I agree.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“And although I love to hear the sound of your voice when I fuck you, I did not
want anyone on this plane to hear my fiancée come today.”

I smile up at him. I can’t believe we are going to
get married. I’m going to be Mrs. Slade Long. God, that sounds so good to say.

I lift my left hand and look at the pink rock on my
finger. I can’t believe it was just last night that we got engaged.

 

“Slade, it’s beautiful.” And huge. The diamond
alone must be three carats.

“I want to tell you about it.” He picks up my
hand, running his thumb over it.

“The night your mom and I spoke, she gave me her
and your dad’s wedding bands.” What? That’s why I couldn’t find them? He had
them the entire time?

“I wanted you to have something from them but at
the same time something special just for you. So, I came up with a design, and
Josh took care of the rest. I had your mother’s band melted down.”

I go to speak but he holds up a finger. “Let me
explain why I did that.”

I nod, feeling somewhat conflicted.

“Your mom’s band was a small silver band with
sixteen diamonds in it. I had it melted down and the diamonds removed. Those
are the diamonds here.” He points to the diamonds that circle the big square
pink diamond that sits in the middle. “I wanted to give you a platinum band to
go with your necklace and watch. I chose the main diamond as a baby pink one
because that’s your favorite color. And I did the princess cut…” He takes a
deep breath as his baby blues eyes look up into mine. “Because your mom said
that was what your dad always called you; his princess.”

I feel a tear run down my cheek.

“I wanted to make you something special because
you are special to me, Angel. I also wanted you to always have a piece of me,
your mother, and your father with you. No matter where you are or what you’re
doing, they will always be with you, Angel. Right here.” He runs his thumb over
the ring again.

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