Meant to be Mine: Kincaid Sisters Book 1 Read online

  His hands tighten and his hold starts to hurt. “Let me go.” I wiggle and try and push myself out of his arms.

  “I’ll take it from here,” Evan says, tugging me free. “I suggest you cool down before you really do hurt Jessie. If that happens I won’t be so easy to get along with.”

  Adam opens his mouth, and having second thoughts, snaps it shut before he mumbles. “Whatever.” He disappears while my eyes focus on Evan and the angry look on his face.

  Without saying anything, Evan pulls me into his arms, and this time when I’m pulled tightly against the hard body, I sink into him. My arms cling to Evan and I don’t ever want to let him go.

  We’d become close from the moment we’d met. It was like something kept pulling us together. I relished the feelings that the closeness brought forth, just like now. My heart flutters in my chest with nerves. My breasts feel swollen and tight. A pulse throbs between my legs and becomes stronger when I feel how hard Evan’s erection is.

  He breathes heavily into my ear as our bodies gently sway and rub together. We’re not even in sink to the thumping music, but who cares? We certainly don’t.

  Evan’s hand travels to my ass and I whimper, pressing closer. His hand rubs and presses against one cheek, his cock throbbing to the movement of my hips.

  “I’m in so much trouble,” he whispers. “All it took was to see you across the room and I knew you were mine.”

  “You’re with someone.”

  “It’s not how it looks. I promise.” He groans and drops his forehead to mine. “I can’t go back over there yet.”

  I frown and when he purposely presses against me, I realize why and offer an embarrassed chuckle. “Oh!”

  Breathing heavily, Evan moves me slightly away. “You go and sit. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He turns me, and with a tap on my ass, shoves me in the direction of our table.

  I’m not sure how long I’ve been back at the table, but my head has started to ache from the thumping music. One tune mingles with the next. The flashing lights on the dance floor make my head spin to the point that I think I’m losing my vision.

  Sweat beads on my forehead as I sip from a bottle of water hoping it stays in my stomach. My vision slowly starts to clear the more water I manage to take in. I haven’t felt this way before and as I try and focus on what is going on around me, I realize this time; I really am in over my head.

  I think I’ve been drugged.

  The only person to have access to my drinks apart from the bartender is Adam. He got me my first two drinks until a friend of his called him over. That had given me the chance to grab some water as soon as I started feeling weird.

  Leo had stressed so many times before I left to make sure I had his number on speed dial because he didn’t trust Adam to keep me safe. The thing is, I have no idea where my cell phone is. I think I had it when we entered the club, but I can’t find it. I don’t have my purse as I left that locked in the trunk of Adam’s car. It was a huge thing and I sure hadn’t wanted to carry it around with me. Maybe I’d left my cell in there.

  I shake my head and rest my forehead in my hands. I didn’t leave the cell in the car. I had it with me. Why am I so confused? My hands are uncoordinated as I feel in my back pocket where I normally keep it.

  No hard-oblong lump to signifying my cell phone.

  I no longer see Adam or anyone else for that matter as my vision is completely blurred.

  2

  Evan

  The beautiful Jessie Kincaid has my body in knots with need. From the moment I’d taken her into my arms, I knew I was in trouble. The way her body fit against mine, the way her large breasts had pressed against my chest, had made me ache. I’d felt her hard nipples poking into me, but the last straw had been the feel of her hips moving against my own. The way her body moved in such a way that it tantalized my cock.

  Precum wouldn’t stop sliding along my shaft to pool on the tip, and each step I take to the restroom hurts like hell. The pants I’m wearing weren’t made with a large aroused dick in mind as I quickly lock myself into a cubicle. I’m afraid I’ll come before I get my zipper down, but I don’t. I do come the moment my hand locks around the aching flesh.

  I grunt heavily into my arm while my release shoots out. I feel no shame even though at my age I should be able to control myself better. My release feels too good for shame to enter the equation. I pour into my hand, my knees almost dropping me to the floor as I finally slow my pumping hand.

  My breaths come heavily until I’m able to clean myself up and fasten away my dick.

  I stay hidden in the cubicle while I try and control the lust running through my blood. My heart continues to tell me that Jessie Kincaid is mine, but my head is telling me to walk away. We haven’t done anything that would be difficult to walk away from yet. I don’t think I have the strength or the heart to hurt Jessie again, but maybe it’s what I have to do.

  Cursing, I lean against the door of the cubicle and close my eyes wishing I were anywhere else but here. The club scene is not me. I hate how loud the music is. I hate the alcohol that seems to flow freely. I don’t really like the woman I’m here with.

  Being out with a woman I’m beginning to dislike sucked big time. My head has been all over the place since I met and spent the night talking to a dark-haired beauty who is far too young for my cranky old ass. My thirty-five to her twenty-one might not seem like a lot of years to some, but after everything I’ve experienced, I feel so much older. Beautiful Jessie Kincaid has a loving family and friends who care about her. I don’t have any of that.

  My sister had died and I miss her. My sister hadn’t always been a manipulative person, and thankfully Brittany made everything right just before her death. Our parents had given up on her as soon as she became sick, whereas I looked after her. I made sure I was always there for her, so my life had been put on hold.

  That day I’d walked into Kix to talk to Ryder, I hadn’t expected my life to change in the way that it had. Jessie Kincaid. My dreams have been full of her for over thirteen months.

  I’d tried to move on and bring my life back together, and in part, I have. Allyson likes to take credit for the job I currently have and the apartment where I’m currently living. In truth, the job had always been mine and had been waiting for me to take up the position. I hated being back under his thumb, but I figured I needed something on my resume before moving on, which has always been my intention. The last place I want to spend my life is working for my father.

  Allyson has ‘our’ life all planned out in her devious mind, and until I’d walked into the club tonight and seen Jessie, I’d been okay with that. Allyson keeps my family off my back, even though I’m well aware of her planning to get into my parent’s good graces. She’s nothing but a social climber and I honestly don’t care. I should do and I think my lack of caring is starting to grate on her nerves and she’s feeling unease. Her clinging to me on more of a regular basis is irritating, and now, no matter what happens between Jessie and I, there can no longer be any delusion; Allyson needs to leave.

  Shaking my head, I leave the restrooms and start to make my way through the club to find Jessie. Well shit, I brought Allyson here, so I can’t exactly abandon her. With a bit of luck, Jessie will come home with me, and we’ll both drop Allyson off at her apartment.

  I run my hands through my hair wondering what kind of asshole takes one woman out but goes home with another. In fairness, Allyson and I have never had a sexual relationship so she wouldn’t have been coming home with me anyway, no matter how hard she tries. The answer has always been no. I guess she’s an attractive woman if you like an icy exterior, and taking her around town has certainly kept my parents happy—for once.

  Approaching the table, my brows darken into a frown. Something isn’t right. Jessie hadn’t appeared drunk when I arrived, nor was she drinking alcohol.

  “Evan?” Allyson questions, grabbing my arm as I take my seat, my eyes on Jessie who looks hot and sweaty.


  When we met she was a breath of fresh air, and her smile. Her smile had made me feel things I still have no right feeling. Jessie had brought me back to life and I’m not even sure she realizes how much she actually helped me.

  “Evan?” Allyson frowns and glances at Jessie, but I keep my eyes on Allyson. “I’m sorry.” Wincing, I add, “I can’t walk away from Jessie.”

  Allyson snickers. “Well, it looks like she’s able to walk away from you.”

  “What?” I whip my head around and find Jessie gone. So is Adam.

  My eyes move restlessly over the large room until I find a dark head swaying as she’s pulled across the dance floor toward a back exit. I recognize the man who has her in his grip: Adam.

  Without thinking about anything but getting to Jessie, I push my way through and just snag her arm as Adam opens the door to pull her through. I tug her body into mine and although she stumbles, she comes easily because it wasn’t expected.

  “What the…you!” Adam shouts, reaching for Jessie.

  “I don’t think so.” I move her out of his reach. “Jessie is coming with me.”

  Adam laughs. “You left her. She’s with me.”

  “Evan, I don’t feel too good,” she moans, wrapping herself around me.

  “I think,” I clench my teeth together in anger, “that Jessie wants to come with me.”

  He takes a step closer. “You are messing with the wrong man,” he threatens.

  Jessie’s legs go out from under her, so I take her weight and lift her into my arms. “You profess to care for her, when in fact, I suspect you’ve put something in her drink.” I seethe with anger. “So, unless you want me to make a big deal of it, you’ll back off and let me leave with her.” I stare him down, not having any intention of forgetting about what he’s done to her.

  “Get her home.” Adam leaves with his friends.

  While I’m debating the sense of following them outside, which would be easier than trying to get back through the club, I turn and find Allyson standing in front of me, anger on her face.

  Instinct has me holding Jessie tighter against me as I face Allyson’s anger.

  Before my eyes she pulls herself together and plasters a smile on her face. “I can see that you’re rescuing a young girl,” she says for the benefit of the bystanders. “Very admirable of you.”

  “I’m leaving and taking her to the hospital.” Striding through them and the crowd, which seems to open up to me, I finally get to the entrance of the club and sigh once I’m outside in the cold fresh air.

  “Evan,” Allyson hisses. “What is going on? Do you know that girl?”

  “She’s the sister-in-law of a friend.” I say no more as I make my way to the car.

  Once I have Jessie settled in the passenger seat, I turn to Allyson. “If you’re coming with us, you need to get in the back, or go back into the club and get an Uber.”

  “Well really! I can’t believe you think I’d let you go off with another woman. I’m not stupid.”

  I refrain from pointing out a few home truths as she shuffles into the back seat, but not before I see the look on her face as she glances at Jessie, curled up on the passenger seat—pure anger.

  With a heavy sigh, I climb in and gun the engine while at the same time I call a friend of mine. Joshua Gardner, MD. I don’t want to subject Jessie to the hospital. My friend is discrete. I want to know what that asshole gave her, and then I’ll make sure he doesn’t get the chance to do it again.

  “Who exactly is Jessie to you? And don’t tell me she’s a relative of a friend. I saw the way you looked at her.”

  “I’m dropping you off at home.” It’s a split-second decision and one I can’t wait to do. But should I do it?

  I wasn’t exactly unhappy with Allyson, but I wasn’t happy either so after a heavy sigh, I glance back to her while we’re stopped at the lights. “I’m sorry, Allyson. I’m not trying to be a bastard.” I grip the wheel. “That asshole she was with has her drugged, so I’m pissed and angry.”

  Allyson avoids my gaze, before she says, “Then I’ll accept your apology if you take me with you. I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

  Briefly closing my eyes, I try and keep my anger in check, and head for my place in the end. Maybe it’s as well that I’m going to have Allyson with me too. She’ll keep me in check with Jessie because the urge to be closer to her is already rising, which isn’t good.

  “Oh look, the doctor is waiting.” Allyson sulks in the back, not even moving when I pull in behind Joshua’s SUV.

  “I’m really not in the mood, so stop before I say something you don’t want to hear,” I snap and climb out.

  “How is she?” Joshua asks as I’m running around the car to retrieve Jessie.

  “Asleep.”

  He helps me get Jessie into my arms and locks up my car before following me inside the building. He presses his palm against her forehead and frowns. “She’s warm.”

  “Do you think he gave her—?” I swallow hard.

  “Possible, but I don’t think so.” Joshua reaches for her wrist and checks her pulse. “I’m not sure what was given to her, but she appears to be sleeping and not in a drug induced sleep.” He steps to the side when the elevator comes to a stop. “I’ll check her out and draw some blood.” He pats me on the shoulder. “I think you got to her quickly.”

  Inside the apartment, I lay Jessie carefully down in my bed and remove her boots.

  When I see Joshua moving toward the bed, I pause. “I’m not sure I want you touching her while she’s sleeping.”

  “I understand, but I need to draw blood now before whatever she’s been given leaves her system.”

  I rub at my forehead. “Let me see if I can rouse her.” I sit beside her on the bed and reaching out, I caress her jaw and gently pat her cheek while whispering her name.

  She stirs slightly, turning into the fetal position around me. Swallowing hard, I rub her back and whisper into her ear. “Jessie, you’re safe, but I need you to wake up for a few minutes.”

  I’m not sure she heard me until a mumble leaves her lips. “My head hurts.”

  “Jessie, can you open your eyes and look at me?” I cup the back of her head and feel my heart leap in my chest when her eyes open wide and focus on me.

  “Evan?”

  I smile.

  “It really is you. I feel really strange and thought I’d been dreaming that we danced at a club.”

  I take her hand. “Do you know what Adam gave you?”

  “Adam?” She frowns and then stills. “He drugged me? That asshole. Reece will tear him apart.” She grips my hand tightly and brings it to her face, snuggling against my wrist. “Don’t leave me,” she whispers in a sleepy voice.

  Clearing his throat, Joshua steps into Jessie’s view. “Before you go back to sleep, do I have your permission to take some blood so we can see what you’ve been given?”

  Her eyes become frightened as they lock onto mine.

  “I won’t leave you.”

  She nods and within five minutes Joshua has a sample of her blood to test, and unfortunately, Allyson picks that moment to make her presence known. In my worry for Jessie and with the touch of her skin against mine, I’d forgotten all about the other woman—the woman I’m supposed to be dating—the one woman my family expects me to marry. “Can we call someone to come and get her?”

  “No,” I snap.

  “Leo,” Jessie says.

  “Leo?” I frown trying to remember who he is.

  “Robin’s boyfriend,” Jessie clarifies. “He told me to call him anytime if I needed a lift home. He warned me not to head into the city with Adam…I’m glad I didn’t listen because I’ve found you.” She smiles and closes her eyes.

  3

  Jessie

  Waking, my head feels full of cotton wool and the shouting from another room is unfamiliar. I peel one eye open and quickly snap it shut again when the bright sunlight burns my eyeball—at least it feels
that way. When I groan aloud the shouting comes to a stop with one word, “Quiet,” hissed in anger by a man.

  My heart stutters in my chest when last night comes rushing back to me like a tornado. The club. The asshole Adam. Dancing with Evan. And Evan coming to my rescue before I passed out on him. Then the memory of the woman with Evan is in my mind and I know she is the one who was shouting a few minutes ago.

  I have a sick feeling in my belly that tells me she’s more than a friend to Evan, even though I remember him telling me it wasn’t as it appeared. I shouldn’t be upset or jealous, but I am. I want to believe that he’s been waiting for me to fall into his lap instead of pushing me away.

  He’s a handsome man, and even more so in the black shirt and slacks he’d been wearing last night. At least that’s how I remember him. I rub at my forehead willing more of my memory to return. I want to remember every bit of my time with Evan, no matter how small that memory is.

  “Jessie, you’re awake?”

  My breath catches in the back of my throat when I meet his concerned gaze. I have to swallow a few times before I ask, “After all this time.” My eyes fill with tears until I feel another presence coming up behind Evan, so I rapidly blink them away.

  Evan clears his throat and moves toward the dressing table, perching on the edge. He’s rumpled from what I guess was a restless night’s sleep. His dark grey sweats hang around his hips and the white T-shirt fits like a caress over his skin. The once short dusky blond hair stands on end in long strands—as though he’s been tugging at his hair in frustration.

  “We didn’t get to talk last night,” Allyson says.

  I’m thinking that I’m relieved we didn’t talk. She isn’t a nice person and I know I’m reading that loud and clear as my head snaps toward the bitch with the ice-cold voice, momentarily making me feel nauseous as my head spins.