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Uncontollable Synopsis

Slade thought that life would start to settle down now that Angel had agreed to be his wife. Boy, was he ever wrong.

One by one things started to happen, and he did everything he could to protect Angel. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

But he could never have imagined that their lives were going to get so...Uncontrollable

Loyalty will be tested

Love will be tainted

Boundaries will be crossed

Hearts will be shattered

Lies will be told

Secrets will be revealed

Slade and Samantha’s story comes to an end. Will their love get them through what they never saw coming?

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Excerpt

**WARNING CONTAIN ADULT MATERIAL 18+ ONLY**

SAMANTHA 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. “Having second thoughts already?” Slade asks getting my attention. I shake my head and then look back up to him. “Just remembering how much thought you put into it.” I smile trying to get him to smile as well. He looks so serious. His square jaw looks tense, and his baby blue eyes are boring into me. “I love it. Thank you for wanting to give me something so special.” I wrap my arms around his neck. His intense face softens, and his lips turn up at the corners. “You’ve already thanked me, Angel; you’re giving me forever.” He unwraps my arms from around his neck and takes my ring finger in his hand. He runs his fingers over the band. “This is my promise that you will have my heart forever.” I feel my chest swell as he once more pledges his love to me. It doesn’t matter that we are in an airplane bathroom that now smells like sex or the fact that I’m somewhat naked. I almost laugh at that thought. “I love you.” I lean up and kiss him. “I love you too.” He pulls away. “Come on, let’s get out of this cramped bathroom.” He looks around and frowns. “Good thing we’re not claustrophobic,” he mumbles to himself. We walk out of the bathroom together five minutes later. It was a struggle to get both of us cleaned up; having to place my jeans and high heels back on was a sight to see. I managed to cut my arm on something sharp. Who knew it could be hazardous. I lead us back to our seats while I keep my head down trying to avoid the looks from the other passengers. Slade places his hand on my lower back to push me along. He must know what they are thinking. So, those were the two we heard joining the mile high club. Trust me, by the way some of the women are eye-fucking Slade, I’m pretty sure they wish he would have joined it with them. Once we make our way to the other end of the plane, I squeeze into the window seat and Slade sits down beside me. “What have you two been doing?” Josh asks as he turns around looking over the back of his seat to stare down at us. “Nothing,” I answer sweetly. He looks from me to Slade a few times and then a big smile spreads across his face. “That hickey on your neck says otherwise.” He nods his head down to me making a few pieces of his long shaggy brown hair fall in his face covering his blue eyes. Courtney reaches up and pulls him down into his seat by the collar of his shirt. I laugh as I hear him choking from her action. “What?” I hear him ask, but she gives him no response. Slade slides his hand across my face and into my hair. He pulls my face over to him, and he brings his lips to mine. “You gave me a hickey?” I lift an eyebrow. He’s left them before just not where others can see them. He smirks, and I can almost read his mind. He’s thinking ‘Fuck yeah I did. What are you going to do about it?’ “Oh yeah, it’s huge,” Josh says before we hear Courtney reach over and smack his arm. “Ow,” he whines. “I couldn’t help it. You just taste so good.” Slade tightens his hand in my hair, and I take in a deep breath. “Go back to the bathroom,” Josh calls out. Courtney pops her head up over her seat giving us a death glare. “I can’t keep his ass quiet if you guys keep fueling the fire,” she states before she turns back around. I giggle as Slade laughs out loud. He then leans back into me, placing his lips next to my ear so only I can hear him. “Just so you know, when we get home my tongue is going to take care of you.” He pulls back and his eyes drop to my lap. I squeeze my legs tightly thinking of just what that promise means. “And I’ll do something for you.” I lick my lips. He shakes his head with a smile on his face. “I have a hard enough time not coming when your hands and mouth are on me.” He leans over to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to tie you to our bed and do naughty things to you,” he says in his deep demanding tone. “I’ll tease you.” He glides his hand up my leg before it dips between my tight thighs. “I’ll have you begging for me to take you.” He nibbles on my earlobe, and I close my eyes as I shiver. “You’re going to be so fucking wet by the time I fuck you, you’ll be begging for a release.” “I love to beg,” I say in a dreamy state with a smile on my face. “Not as much as I love to hear it.” He pulls back and sits back in his chair cool as a cucumber. Meanwhile I’m sitting in my seat trying to contain the images that he just painted for me. His mouth between my legs while my hands are restrained. That alone has my heart beating fast and an ache building between my legs. “Sam?” I hear someone say my name bursting my little bubble. I lean forward and look over to the other side of the aisle. “Did you say something?” I ask Holly. “Yes.” She leans forward as she puts her arm across Micah’s chest pushing him back into his seat as he lets out a puff of air. “I said…now we have two weddings to plan. It’s going to be so much fun.” She bounces up and down making me laugh. “Hopefully it doesn’t stress you out as much as it has Holly,” Micah says as he pushes her arm off of his chest with a frown. I shake my head. “No. I want…” Before I can say that I want a small and simple wedding, Slade interrupts me. “It’s going to be huge,” he says excitingly as he spreads his arms wide in front of us. I turn my head to stare at the man who surprises me more and more every day. “Whatever you want Angel, it’s yours.” He pats my knee. “You want crystal chandeliers, you got ‘em, you want champagne fountains, consider it done. Chocolate fountains or even ice sculptures of fucking penguins.” He lets out a laugh. “Whatever you want,” he repeats. “Consider it done.” The big smile on his face as his baby blue eyes look into mine have me smiling like an idiot. Who knew the infamous Slade Long would be so excited to plan his wedding. “Thanks, baby.” “We can start planning as soon as we get back,” Holly says excitedly. “I’m not in a rush.” I shrug. “We need to concentrate on yours first.” Her eyes get wide, and she takes in a deep breath. “We can have a double bachelorette - bachelor party in Vegas.” She claps her hands; her excitement growing more than I thought was possible. I look up at Slade. I’m fine with that. That sounds fun to me. Micah beats us to it. “I think that’s a great idea,” he says, nodding his head over at us, looking just as excited as Holly over the idea. “Sure,” Slade agrees with a shrug of his shoulders. “Then it’s settled.” Holly bounces up and down once more. “All we need now is for Courtney and Josh to get married.” I hear Courtney coughing like she just swallowed her tongue causing me to give a little laugh. Then Josh peeks his head over the seat and winks at us. I shake my head as Slade pulls me into his side. “I think Tate needs to get married after Slade and Sam,” Courtney adds. We all look over to Tate sitting in the row in front of Holly and Micah. He has his head down and is messing with his phone, which the flight attendant has already twice gotten onto him about. I release a sigh as I sit back into Slade’s side. I don’t think Tate has any intention of settling down, ever. He once told me at Larry’s that not everyone is looking for love. I’m pretty sure that was his way of saying he just wants to fuck around with women. I look over to Slade as him and Micah talk about the upcoming work week and their father hiring a new guy up at the firm. There was a time Slade didn’t want to be in love. He didn’t even care to know their names let alone see them again. No strings attached was his motto. I have faith that Tate will one day find someone he can’t live without. I just hope that when that day comes, she doesn’t break his heart. “I love you.” I interrupt their conversation and look up at Slade. He pauses midsentence and looks down at me. “I love you too, Angel.” He gives me a warm smile as his baby blue eyes stare into mine. Then turns his attention back to Micah, picking up where he left off. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I’m going to take a nap while I’m in his arms. Come tomorrow, he will be back to work at the firm, and I will be back to work at the bank. ** “Thanks again for the wonderful trip,” I say standing in the middle of the St. Louis airport hugging Vivian as the guys grab the luggage. She shakes her head, which tosses her long blond hair around as she sniffs. “Are you alright?” I ask with a frown. She nods her head quickly. “I’m just so happy. Both of my boys have found love.” She smiles and claps her hands together. I smile back at her. She has been emotional since Slade proposed last night. After his proposal we all drank champagne and hung out in our room until about three in the morning. I had laid down and passed out from exhaustion after everyone left. The time change was still kicking my butt. Not long after I fell asleep, Slade had woke me up. He said he needed to make love to me. It was sweet but had given me an uneasy feeling. “What’s wrong?” I ask sleepily running my hands through his damp hair. His naked body lying on top of mine, pinning me down into the mattress. “I just need you right now. I need to show you how much I love you,” he whispers into my neck. I inhale his clean scent from his soap and smile. “Tell me,” he says, sounding desperate. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you,” I say without hesitation. “I love you,” I add. Even though it’s the truth, I feel like he still needs to hear the words. “Promise me you’ll never leave me.” He reaches up and pulls my hands away from his hair. Intertwining his fingers through mine, he holds them down beside my head. “I’ll never leave you,” I say trying not to show the concern on my face or in my voice. He pushes my hands up the bed and places them in one hand. His free hand cups my face. My eyes roam his face, and I can see the frown on his lips and the fear in his eyes. What he fears I have no clue. “I’ll always protect you, Angel,” he promises. “With my life, I will protect you.” I start to ask him what he means by that, but he doesn’t give me the opportunity. His other hand releases my wrists, and before I know it, he enters me and slowly makes love to me as if I’m something to be cherished. My concerns fade as he shows me just how soft he can be. I don’t know what could have happened in such a short time from when everyone left our room to when he woke me up. I wanted to question him this morning but when I woke up to our alarm, I realized that I had already pressed snooze twice. So, needless to say, we were already running behind and I did not have a chance to ask him what happened to make him second-guess my feelings toward him. I did not want to miss our plane. “Vivian,” Mark says softly coming up behind her and pulling me out of my memories. “Oh I know. I know.” She fans her face with her hand to help dry her happy tears. She smiles at me, brushing her long blond hair off of her shoulders. “I’m just emotional.” She takes both of my hands again, squeezing. “Can you imagine what I’ll be like at the weddings?” she asks, laughing at herself. “It’s a mother’s dream.” She looks up to the ceiling as she sighs dramatically. “I can’t wait to go dress shopping and help you choose a cake, bridesmaid’s dresses, and a bridal bouquet.” She tightens her hands on mine, and I look down at the pink princess cut diamond that sits on my ring finger. I feel sadness that my mother won’t be here to help me plan my wedding. Or that my father won’t be able to walk me down the aisle. They both died way too soon. They should have had the chance to see their only daughter get married, to know that I found my one true love. “Did I say something wrong, dear?” she asks, getting my attention. I look up at her, pulling myself together. “No, I’m great.” I give her a reassuring smile. “You girls should come over tomorrow after you get off of work. We can go over everything and start planning these weddings. After all of the hours we have already spent planning Holly’s wedding, not much has been settled yet. Only the few things that her mother has chosen for her,” she says with a frown. Holly’s mother seems to be getting on everyone’s nerves. “You don’t have to do that. I already told Holly that we need to focus on hers and Micah’s first,” I inform her. “Oh no,” she chimes. “I can multitask.” She smiles at me. I just nod my head, because I don’t want to put a damper on her plans. “Thank you.” I turn around looking for Slade when I see him over by our luggage talking to Tate. They look to be in deep conversation. Slade has his arms crossed over his chest and his legs are spread wide, giving off a threatening stance. Whereas Tate has his hands in his front pockets of his worn looking blue jeans, as his chain hangs from his back to front pocket. He’s leaning up against the luggage belt with one black boot crossed over the other. He looks to be bored as hell as Slade continues to go on and on about something. “I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow,” Courtney says, coming up behind me. I turn to face her. “Me either,” I sigh. “Then quit.” “I can’t do that,” I respond. She places an arm over my shoulder. “Why? It’s not because of money.” I shake my head. “No. Money doesn’t have anything to do with it.” I just need to keep myself busy, although I hate my job at the bank; it’s so boring. It is still my job, and I won’t quit. Courtney pulls her arm off of my shoulders and turns to face me. “There are other places you can work, Sis.” “I know.” But until I decide what I want to do with my life, I will continue to work at the bank. “Your mother left you that money…” She trails off when I narrow my eyes on her and throws her hands up in the air. “You could use that money and start your own business like she always wanted you two to do together,” she finishes. I place my hands on my hips. I quit thinking of that business the day I left after my high school graduation. “That dream died a long time ago, Court.” It comes out more hateful than I meant it to. She lets out a breath. “She would want you to be happy.” I look her in the eyes as I play with my engagement ring on my finger. “I am happy.” She looks as if she wants to say something, but she just hangs her head and turns to walk away. “Ready to go home, Angel?” Slade wraps an arm around me, distracting me from the conversation. I look up at him, and he gives me a small smile, but I can tell from his stiff body that he’s fuming about something. I offer him a smile in return. “Yes.”

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“I’m not in a rush.” I shrug. “We need to concentrate on yours first.”