Chapter 12
Brock
The minute I woke up with Sela’s curves pressed against the side of my body, one curvy leg draped over mine, and her hair fanned over the pillow and half of my face, I knew I was in trouble.
The first sign? The fact that I was still in her bed.
The fact that my arms were wrapped around her like she was mine.
The fact that I wasn’t searching for a way to slip out unnoticed.
None of my usual post-sex behavior.
But then I did ease my way out of her bed, albeit reluctantly.
She looked so soft in sleep. Her full lips were tugged into the barest hint of a smile as if she was dreaming about our night together.
Maybe that was just wishful thinking, but in that moment, all I wanted was to do something nice for her.
The expression on her face when I made breakfast was one I wouldn’t soon forget.
She moaned and snuggled deeper into the blankets, so I hitched them up over her shoulders, dressed, and ventured out into the cold Thanksgiving morning.
I was halfway to the bakery before I realized that it was a holiday and everything might be closed. Luckily, the Mt. Holiday Bakery sign was lit and tugged me closer until I was hit with the scent of caffeine, sugar, and butter. “I love this place.”
“And that’s what I love to hear!” Nix smiled at me over the counter. “Happy Thanksgiving, Brock! What can I get you?”
I tapped my chin and scanned the specials board, smiling at all the Thanksgiving-themed treats. “Let’s go with two of all the specials and a to-go carafe of coffee.”
Her brows shot up. “Going all out for Sela’s birthday?”
My brows dipped. “When is her birthday?”
She stared at me a little longer and then tilted her head to one side. “Oh, honey.” She shook her head and poured a mug of coffee. “Drink this and let me handle it.”
It was Sela’s birthday, and she hadn’t said a word. Why? Because you’re basically strangers? That was a fair point, but I had a feeling it was more than that.
“Okay,” Nix began as she moved to the flat surface beside the cash register. “This is a pumpkin carrot cake with rum buttercream frosting. It’s not Sela’s favorite, but she’ll love it. There are candles in this bag along with your other order. Good luck.”
I stared at her, stunned that she would do all this. “But why?”
“Because Sela has a complicated conversation with her birthday. The holiday means she’s usually forgotten about, and now that her parents are off having retirement adventures… it’s just difficult for her. I think you’ve been good for her.”
My brows shot up. “Why would you think that?” I wasn’t good for anyone because I never let my heart get involved. Not anymore.
She laughed. “Because I know you. I know Sela. You’ve been burned, and you’re overly cautious, but you’re a good guy, Brock. Plus, I’m not the only one who’s seen the spark between you two.”
Heat crept up my face, and suddenly my collar and my jacket felt uncomfortable. I shook my head and opened my mouth, but no words came out.
“It’s all right. I don’t need you to say anything, well other than Happy Birthday to Sela. Have fun and let yourself believe a little.”
Let yourself believe. Nix’s words stayed with me on the short walk back to Sela’s place. Let myself believe in what? That Sela and I could be different than every other relationship we’ve both ever had? That it wouldn’t end in absolute horror and heartbreak? That was asking too much.
Right?
I shook off thoughts of the worst-case scenario of my relationship—was it a relationship—with Sela, and jogged up the steps with full hands. I wanted to surprise her properly, so I tapped the front door with my foot and waited.
And waited.
Eventually, the door opened, and there she was, with wet hair, a towel wrapped around her body, and a shocked smile on her face. “Brock? Your note said you were going to get coffee, not groceries.”
“Not exactly groceries.” I stepped inside and made a straight line to her kitchen, where I fought off images of the first time I had Sela.
The taste and the feel of her were right there at the forefront of my mind.
I set down the boxes and turned. “More like a morning feast to say Happy Thanksgiving. And Happy Birthday.”
Her smile froze on her lips. She blinked so quickly I thought her lids might fly right off, but she recovered quickly. “Who told you?” The excitement in her voice said this was a welcome surprise, and I made a mental note to get Nix a wonderful thank you gift.
“A little birdie. What would you like first, coffee or something sweet?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly before she rushed to the boxes, starting with the coffee. She reached for two mugs and poured the coffee, handing me one with a smile. “You really didn’t have to do all of this.”
“First of all, I wanted to. Second, you might hate everything I ordered, so open the boxes and then tell me how amazing I am.”
She laughed. “Amazing? Did I say amazing? I didn’t hear anyone say anyone or anything was amazing.”
Her smile was contagious. “You were thinking amazing, though. Weren’t you?”
She shrugged and looked away before turning to the boxes with wide-eyed excitement. “Pumpkin chocolate croissant! White chocolate and cinnamon cream filling!” She glanced over her shoulder at me and bit her bottom lip. “Carrot cake? I love carrot cake!”
Her joy was palpable, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss that smile, so I stepped forward and slipped my fingers through her damp locks and tilted her head back.
“I’m glad. Happy Birthday, Sela.” My lips went to her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses around the front of her throat, and to the other side.
She let out a gasping moan and tilted her head back. “Thank you, Brock.” She smacked a hand over my mouth and took a step back. “Morning breath!” She pushed away from me, turned around, and ran up the stairs, presumably to freshen her breath.
I smiled and took another sip of coffee before I sank my teeth into the chocolate and pumpkin-filled croissant. “That is incredible.” I let out a low moan and took another bite before the first was finished. By the time Sela returned, there was just one bite remaining.
“Delicious, right?”
I turned toward the sound of her voice and the bite of croissant lodged in my throat. The towel was gone, but the t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh was somehow even sexier. “Something is delicious, but I don’t think it’s the pastries.”
Her smile brightened. “You think so?”
I nodded and slid a glance over my shoulder to the counter where I laid her out and feasted on her. “I know so.”
Her entire body flushed hot pink. “Shut up,” she growled and took three steps forward before she jumped into my arms and slammed her mouth against mine.
Her tongue flicked between my lips and danced against mine.
Every moan she let out, I swallowed it down.
She held my face and kissed me like I was the only thing she needed in this world.
My hands gripped her ass—her bare ass—held her close.
Her warm thighs cradled my cock, her pussy hot against me.
I need her. Now. The thought came to me and worked its way deep into my brain until it was all I could think about.
It was one of those earworms that just wouldn’t quit, and then I found my feet moving out of the kitchen and into the living room.
I sat down on the sofa so that she straddled my hips.
“Oh, good morning!” She pulled back and smiled down at me and then she dove in again for another kiss.
She moaned like I was one of Nix’s pastries that she just couldn’t get enough of, and then her hips began to move.
First, it was a slow, back-and-forth motion that made her gasp with every pass.
Then, she moved faster, and her breaths came in shallower while her tongue did wicked things to my mouth.
I gripped her tight, pushing and pulling, increasing the pressure against my cock. My cock was painfully hard, and I pushed up against her, loving the guttural sounds she let out.
Sela tore her mouth from mine, panting and smiling. “Need you. Now.” She gripped the hem of her t-shirt and tore it from her body. “Yeah, this is so happening right now.”
Her tits were right in my face, so I did the only thing I could. I held them tight and flicked my tongue over the hardened peaks. The sounds she made, the way she dragged her wet pussy against the hard ridge beneath my zipper was so fucking hot I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hang on.
“Brock.”
My mouth was full of her. One hand slid between us until I found her where she was hot and wet, and pulsing for my touch.
“Oh, my god!” Her head fell forward, and she arched her back, feeding her beautiful tits into my mouth. She was gorgeous as she rode my fingers, taking her time to prolong her pleasure, which was just fine by me. “Brock, you feel so good.”
I moaned against her breast and bit down on her nipple until she cried out. “You feel even better.”
She smiled, but she didn’t stop moving, slow moves that increased her arousal until she exploded, and it was my name on her lips when she did. “God, Brock. More. I need more!” Her blue eyes glittered with joy and raw, naked hunger.
“I am yours to command.” I spread my arms wide, resting them on the back of the sofa with a smile.
Her breath caught, and she watched me for a long second, trying to figure out if she could trust my words, and then she was on her feet, unzipping my jeans. Popping the button and shoving them down my legs along with my boxers. “What a beautiful dick.”
I laughed. But when she took me to the back of her throat and moaned, I let out a roar of pleasure. “Sela, fuck!”
She released me with a pop and smiled as she gripped my cock in one hand and the sofa in the other, sliding down in one long, slow move. “Yes. Perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” I moaned, unable to look away from the sight of her, completely naked and consumed by me. Me. “So fucking beautiful.”
Long blond hair brushed against my thighs, her gorgeous teardrop tits perched right at my mouth, giving me no choice but to take one in my mouth and suck it until she cried out. “Brock!”
“I feel you, Sela. Your pussy so hot and so wet. She’s so slick and sucking me like a pro.”
“Dirty,” she whispered.
“Ride me,” I demanded, gripping her thighs tighter.
She squealed and slid up and down my length, faster and faster. “I can feel you growing inside me. Pulsing. It’s really fucking hot.”
“It’s all you,” I told her and gripped the back of her head, kissing her hard and deep while she rode my cock hard and fast. She was amazing. Incredible. She was everything, and I knew I was in trouble as my balls tightened in that familiar sensation. “Fuck.”
She smiled and watched me with her hands on my shoulders, riding me like I was her favorite rodeo stallion. I didn’t know what she was searching for, but a low growl escaped, and then she had me in a vise grip. “Brock, I’m coming.”
“I feel it, babe. You’ve got me right on the edge. Fuck me, Sela.”
Oh god, Brock,” she moaned and slammed down hard and deep with every stroke until she froze, and her body trembled. She shook violently, her nails dug into my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm until her body—damp and hot—sagged against mine.
But I wasn’t done with her, not yet. I left her where she was, gripping her hips while I pumped up into her body, hard and fast. I kept up a punishing pace because I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed to come so fucking bad, but I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
Not ever.
“Brock,” she mumbled in a warning tone.
I didn’t slow down, didn’t stop. I stroked in and out of her hot core until I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Fuck, Sela! So damn good.”
“Brock!” She came again, hard and fast. Her hot pussy gripped me tight and pulsed around me until my cock exploded and filled her up until I had nothing left to give.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, bodies hot and slick, and stuck together on her sofa. But it was nice. It was better than nice. It felt like it was something we did often, something I wanted to do often.
With this woman.
Oh fuck.
Sela eventually pulled back, a wide, satisfied grin on her face.
“Three orgasms, Brock! You gave me… wow.” She kissed me long and slow, gently as if she was making love to my mouth.
“You are definitely bad news,” she grinned, her hands cupping my face gently.
“You’re going to make it really hard to walk away from you. ”
Her words hit me in the chest because suddenly, for the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking of how to get away from a woman.
I was figuring out how to stay.