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  Published by K. Langston

  Copyright 2014 K. Langston

  Cover Art by: Arjanna at Cover It! Designs

  Interior Formatting by: Integrity Formatting

  Editing: Shelbi Burress

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, incidents, are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is no authorized, associated with, or sponsored by trademark owners.

  For mature readers due to strong sexual content. (18 and older)

  When You’re Mine as well the majority of the MINE series is set mainly in the south. We drop our g’s, we say ya, instead of you as well as other southern slang. Please keep this in mind when you are reading. These are not grammatical errors, simply the dialect of the characters shining through, speaking as true southerners do.

  This is how we roll.

  Thank you.

  A Note From the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Forever You’re Mine (Mine #4)

  Deleted Scenes

  From the Author

  When You’re Mine Playlist

  E,

  Not if…

  WHEN.

  Listen to your heart…

  We know what we are,

  but know not what we may be.

  ~ William Shakespeare

  “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

  “I’m killing it,”

  The only thing he was killing was the fire he’d started between my legs twenty minutes ago when he went down on me. Luckily, he knew where my clit was, but he was having trouble finding the rest.

  With a frustrated groan I clutched the sheet, grinding my hips backwards. I could feel it, teasing me in the pit of my belly, creeping across my skin in a feverish wake. My breath quickened as the familiar tingling began to awaken every nerve.

  Finally.

  He found his stride, the fire growing hotter by the second. I shamelessly galloped with him, bucking like a wild animal, chasing the high of my release. A release that would grant me a temporary freedom I’d grown to crave. I felt him tense behind me, fingers pinching my hot skin as he came with several strained grunts. I hung my head. The pressure from below climbing its way back up to the top, tensing my muscles with unused energy. He plopped down onto the bed next to me and pulled off the condom, dropping it to the floor.

  Selfish asshole.

  Gathering my clothes, I walked into the bathroom and quickly dressed. All the while, ignoring the screaming need nestled between my thighs. I would have to take care of myself, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough.

  It would never be enough.

  What would it take to fill this void? I’d fucked more men than I could count. Even the ones that could make me climb the walls, left me feeling so… empty. When I couldn’t be what one man needed, I became what every man wanted. And what had that given me in return? A handful of memorable orgasms and a whole lot of regret.

  A lit cigarette dangled from his curled lips when I walked back into the room. It was the grin that had my panties soaking wet earlier. Now, it was making me nauseous.

  Exhaling a plume of smoke, he sunk further into the bed. “We should definitely hook up again.”

  Oh, hell no.

  Even if I was willing to give a man more than one night, this asshole would not get that privilege. “Hate to be the one to tell you this, but uh, you missed the mark.”

  His cocky grin grew bigger. “You came. I felt it.”

  Such a shame. He had no idea what a woman felt like, or even looked like when in the deep throes of an orgasm. That, or he didn’t give a shit. I shifted in place, trying to stomp out the low insistent burn he failed to relieve. “Aside from your tongue, which needs some serious work, you have no business between a woman’s legs.”

  At last, the annoying grin disappeared. “I only met you two hours ago. Didn’t take much to get inside you.”

  He was right. Two drinks and a few dirty promises was all it took to get me on my hands and knees.

  Pathetic.

  Without another word, I fled the room, taking with me my last night of regret, and a vow to find another way.

  A better way to fill the emptiness inside.

  It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

  ~Amelia Barr

  My head throbbed persistently in my temples and tension mounted at the base of my neck. The pressure was increasing. Twenty-two out of tune children sang loudly five feet from me, fueling the looming ache. Reaching for my bag, I fished out the bottle of pills the doctor had prescribed. I’d been to several doctors and specialists, and still no solid answers. Nothing worked. It had become a weekly hell I suffered whenever my brain felt the need to punish me, which was happening more and more often.

  Thankfully, I only had to endure this for thirty more minutes and then I could have a weekend of rest. By the time the bell rang, the pressure had eased considerably. It was a rare occurrence, but sometimes the headaches would back off, inflicting only a mere dull ache for a couple of hours.

  That… I could handle.

  On the way home, I decided I was brave enough to stop for a bite to eat. I wasn’t up for cooking and sometimes a glass of wine mixed with the medication helped me sleep better.

  Walking into the crowded pub, it hit me that it was Friday night. I was about to turn around and leave, opting for a drive through instead, when I heard someone calling me.

  “Tabitha.”

  I felt him before I saw him. His large hand cupped my elbow gently. However, the electricity in his touch was anything but subtle. Looking up, I found the eyes of a man I’d met only once, a man whose eyes still haunted my dreams. Eyes as fierce as an eagle, but the color of sapphire. Removing his hand from my elbow, I watched with rapt appreciation as he buried it into the pocket of his dress pants. I admired the rest of him. The dark suit was tailor made to fit his lean body perfectly and his sandy blonde hair was longer than the last time I saw him. The way it curled along his neck made my fingers itch to touch it.

  “Barrett.”

  It had been a year since we met. Maddie, my best friend and former roommate, had brought me along for drinks once, to this very same pub, actually. He smiled and my fluttering heart skipped a beat while a rush of heat flamed between my thighs.

  Damn, could he be any hotter?

  “I thought that was you.” Blue eyes worked up and down the length of my body, distributing heat from my head to my feet. “
I was meeting some clients for drinks, but they cancelled. I was just about to order some dinner. Care to join me?” One hand left the confines of his pocket, gesturing toward his table.

  No.

  Say No!

  “Yes.”

  What the hell am I doing?

  Maddie had been with him- my friend, my dear sweet best friend. This was breaking all kinds of girl codes. Wait… we were just having dinner. Nothing was wrong with two people sharing a meal together. Right?

  Right.

  Sliding into the corner booth, I watched Barrett remove his suit coat. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt before he tugged at the knot of his periwinkle tie. You would have thought he was stripping down naked. I could hardly breathe and my wet panties were proof that the simple task of finding comfort had suddenly become very erotic. Barrett took a sip from his Sam Adams and then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

  He cleared his throat. “How’ve you been?”

  I needed something to drink. My mouth was so dry. Wonder if he would let me drink that beer from his mouth? “Good. You?”

  It was hard to think, much less talk. I didn’t want to talk. I could think of a million other things I wanted to do with this man besides talk. “Busy as hell,” he said. “Still teaching?”

  “Yes.” I stared down at my menu. I couldn’t look at him. I was so horny. I wanted to crawl under this table and suck him off.

  Shit, I need to get laid.

  “Music, right?”

  I was impressed, more than impressed. Barrett had been completely aloof the first time I met him. I didn’t think he’d heard a damn word I said. Then again, he was screwing Maddie at the time, so why the hell would he pay attention to me. “Yes,” I answered, unable to pull my eyes from his.

  Cocking his head, a wicked grin darkened his marvelous face. “Do you say yes to everything?”

  Blue eyes sparkled beneath the overhead light like the sun reflecting off the surface of the ocean, and when they darkened that way, like he had some kind of secret he only wanted to share with me, I had to pinch my thighs together. All I could think about was getting beneath him. I hadn’t been properly fucked in months. Maybe just one time wouldn’t hurt. No one would ever have to know, right?

  “No.”

  He smiled and I swear it lit up the whole damn place. A tiny dimple dented the top of his left cheek and I completely forgot about the reasons why I should not throw myself at him like the slut I was. Inhaling a deep breath, I summoned my inner bitch and leaned forward, folding my arms on the table in front of me. “Fuck the small talk, Barrett. What am I really doing here?”

  There were only two reasons he invited me to join him. He was either interested in knowing about Maddie, or he was interested in fucking me. I knew for a fact he and Maddie spoke often, so it left the latter of the two. There was only one thing I wanted, and it was beneath this table, imprisoned in those impressive pants. I silently wondered if he could fuck a woman like she needed to be fucked, if he would take me from behind or need to look into my eyes. Would he fuck me with such erratic force it would leave me in an orgasmic coma?

  Impossible.

  Narrowing his eyes, he locked them tight with mine. “Honestly, I have no idea. I saw you walk in and before I knew what was happening, I was on my feet, calling your name.”

  Well shit…

  What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

  I ordered a glass of red and a grilled chicken salad. Barrett ordered another Sam Adams and a burger. I should’ve made a run for it, before something bad happened, like me begging him to fuck me raw in the alley out back. But I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from this spot, or his eyes. He leaned in closer, the smell of his cologne punching me right in the chest. Pressure and pain roared in my head like thunder, vibrating down my spine.

  Oh shit, not now!

  I scooted across my seat, clutching my bag. Black spots dotted my vision. “I’m sorry Barrett, but I have to…”

  The sight of the floor careening toward my face was the last thing I remember before pain and darkness engulfed me, dragging me under.

  “Tabitha.”

  Barrett’s voice wrapped around my name in a soft whisper just as the stabbing light met my eyes. I covered my face with a groan. “Dark…I need it to be dark.” It felt like a wad of cotton balls had been shoved inside my mouth and my head retained a clawing, dull ache.

  “One sec,” he whispered.

  Removing my hands from my face, I blinked several times before my eyes adjusted to the darkness. City lights seeped through the sheer curtains, but the illumination was welcomed. It made it easier to see his shadow looming over me. The faint smell of his distinct scent laced the air between us. Subtle enough to make my clit throb and strong enough to become addictive. For his safety and my sanity, I should not be anywhere near this man. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember what happened. “Where am I?”

  “My bed,” he answered softly, smiling around each word.

  No way.

  Did I sleep with him and don’t even remember? That would seriously suck. “How did I get here?”

  “I called 911 when you blacked out.” Dragging a hand down his face, he exhaled a relieved sigh. “You scared the shit of me. By the time the ambulance showed up, you finally started to come around. You told them it was just a migraine and you hadn’t eaten all day. You refused to go to the hospital. Do you not remember any of this?” Planting his hands on both sides of my hips, he leaned in closer.

  Too close.

  I rubbed the front of my head, searching for answers. “No, I don’t remember.” This was freaking me out.

  “I asked you if you wanted me to take you home and you said no. You said you didn’t want to be alone. So I brought you here. You were out cold by the time we arrived. I had to carry you up.”

  Why would I say some crazy shit like that? And why don’t I remember any of it? The ache in my head grew stronger and fear lodged thick in my throat. I closed my eyes, swallowing back the tears and trying desperately to fight through the darkness. I couldn’t find a single memory that came after I went pummeling face first to the floor. The migraines were normal. Blacking out… not so much.

  “Listen, I’m sorry about all of this. If you could just grab my purse, I can call a cab and get out of here,” I was completely embarrassed and clearly losing my damn mind.

  I moved to get up, but his gentle hands held me in place. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, in a voice that would ultimately prove to render me completely stupid.

  “Barrett, I really appreciate your help, but…”

  “Can I get you anything? You never ate, are you hungry?”

  I forced my confused mind to focus on what he was saying. “What time is it?”

  “9:45.”

  “My bag. I need to take my medicine.”

  He stood from the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

  My hands drifted across the soft comforter. Tense muscles untangled themselves, allowing my body to sink further into the bed. My mind was still racing, trying to recall the last few hours but still… nothing. A stream of light snuck inside the room as he entered, quickly shutting the door behind him. He settled in beside me once more. “Here.”

  The tips of his fingers grazed the palm of my hand, releasing the medicine I no longer needed. The fire in his touch made me forget about any remaining pressure inside my head, centered instead on the need building between my legs. “What is it?”

  “I didn’t want you to have to turn on the light.”

  “You went through my purse?” I can’t imagine what he must have seen rummaging through that bottomless black hole. An assortment of pills, condoms, tampons… an extra pair of panties.

  He chuckled and the sound made my skin tingle. “Don’t worry, I have two sisters. It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”

  “Right,” I whispered, because that’s all my mouth would allow without sounding like a breathy slut.
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br />   Reaching for my other hand, he placed an ice cold glass within my grip. His hands were gentle, yet strong. I waited for a breath of air, but his touch had stolen the very wind from my lungs.

  Whoa.

  I quickly took the pills, downing the entire glass of water. We were swamped in darkness, but I could make out the faint outline of his face. “Would you like to put on something more comfortable? I was going to change you, but I was afraid you would freak out if you woke up in my clothes.”

  “Good call. I’m already freaking out.”

  A low throaty chuckle vibrated against my skin. I wrung my hands in my lap.

  You can’t have him.

  “Why are you freaking out?”

  “Because I’m in a stranger’s home, in a stranger’s bed.”

  Another sexy laugh tumbled from his mouth. “I’m not a stranger,”

  “I don’t know you. That makes you a stranger.”

  “Well, I do know one way we could fix that.” Our mouths were only a heartbeat away. I could feel his warm breath teasing my lips.

  “How?” There was no match for the effect he had on me, complete domination of my every thought and breath. It was exciting and frightening. The potent combination had me wanting more.

  “We get to know each other.”

  Fuck.

  That was all I wanted to do. That was the only way I wanted to get to know him. His face was so close to mine I could make out the supple line of his lips and the sliver of lust shining in his eyes. My fingers tingled to touch him and ride him into the wild unknown. “I’m not sleeping with you.” I yanked back a steely breath. “Ever,” I finished with resolve.

  The right side of his mouth slid back, revealing a remarkable smile, one that reared immense determination. I held back a groan as he pushed from the bed. After opening a few drawers, he found what he was looking for. “For you to sleep in,” he said, placing a sweatshirt in my lap.

  Was this a good idea? Probably not. But I didn’t care. I was exhausted and quite honestly, the thought of sleeping in Barrett’s bed turned me on like crazy. There was more than one way for me to get my kicks and still keep a clear conscience.