Chapter 13
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brOCK
It took everything I had to break that kiss in the parking lot and get her through the bright hotel lobby.
But the second the elevator doors slid shut, that control was gone.
I didn’t give her space to think. I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard, backing her up until her shoulders hit the mirror. She grabbed my shirt and yanked, like she was trying to tear it off my back. I slammed my forearm against the glass above her head, caging her in.
“Fuck, Starlin’,” I growled against her lips. I hooked one hand under her thigh and lifted it around my hip, pressing into her so she could feel how hard I was. “Keep making those sounds and I’ll rip this top off you right here.”
“Then do it,” she panted.
The elevator dinged. Cool air rushed in.
I didn’t stop. I kissed her deeper, my tongue sliding against hers as she whimpered and rolled her hips into me.
“Brock—the doors—”
“Don’t care.”
“Anyone could see us.”
I pulled back. Her lips were swollen, her hair wild from my hands. She looked like a goddamn dream.
For one stupid second I considered hitting the emergency stop button, but instead, I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway.
Room 214.
I had the key card ready before we even stopped moving. The lock blinked green. I shoved the door open, dragged her inside, and kicked it shut behind us. The blast of cold air from the AC hit my heated skin.
The room was quiet except for our heavy breathing. A full-length mirror on the opposite wall caught our reflection from head to toe. I reached back, yanked my shirt off, and winced as it tugged at my left shoulder.
Her gaze flicked to the bandage, then returned to my face. I saw the same fear she’d had in the alley. I’d almost watched a horse crush her today.
I wasn’t going there. Not now.
“Finally,” I said. “No more fucking interruptions.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, and slid my hand under her tank top. I hooked my thumb under her bra cup and shoved it down, filling my palm with her breast. My thumb brushed over her nipple until it hardened. She arched into me with a shaky moan that went straight to my cock.
I reached for her denim shorts, but she broke the kiss first, gasping for air.
“Slow down.” She had a bossy edge in her voice even now. “You’re hurt. Get on the bed and let me do it.”
A low, rough sound tore out of me. I gripped her hips, spun her, and pinned her chest to the door. My teeth found her earlobe.
“A month of you driving me fucking crazy, and now you want to keep bossing me around? Keep it up, Starlin’, and I’ll bend you over and fuck you until you forget how to speak.”
I popped the button on her shorts and slid my hand inside, rubbing over the soaked fabric between her thighs. She gasped and pushed back against my fingers.
“Maybe I want you to,” she breathed. “Maybe that’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
“Then say it.”
She turned her head, eyes dark. “I want it. I want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can’t talk. Please.”
“That’s what I thought. Turn around.”
She turned to face me, her back hitting the heavy wood of the door, her chest heaving.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and looked up. “You remember in the barn, when you said my job was done after eight seconds?”
I yanked her shorts and underwear down in one rough pull.
“I’ve got all night to prove you wrong.”
Her breath hitched. She stepped out of the cut-offs, and her fingers slid into my hair, twisting in the strands like she needed something to hold on to. She leaned back against the door, already trembling.
I gripped her thigh, hooked her leg over my good shoulder, and pulled her forward. “Ride my face.”
I dragged my tongue over her slowly, groaning when she fisted my hair and yanked. She was already soaked.
I didn’t tease. I sealed my mouth over her and sucked. She cried out above me.
“Oh my god—”
I kept licking her like I had all night—because I had. I wanted her shaking. I wanted her coming on my tongue before I even got inside her. My cock throbbed against my jeans just thinking about it.
She rocked against me once, then ground down harder.
I groaned and held her tighter. “That’s it. Take what you need.”
Her sounds grew louder, wilder. She bit back a moan, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.
I caught her wrist. “Don’t. I want every sound. I fucking need it tonight.”
She let her hand drop. “Then don’t stop,” she breathed.
I went back to her, licking and sucking until her thighs shook against my ears.
Her breathing turned rough. Her legs locked up, hips jerking.
I stayed right there until her whole body went tight. She came hard against my mouth with a broken moan she didn’t try to hold back.
My cock ached, straining against my jeans. I reached down and yanked the zipper open just to get some relief. I stayed on my knees another second, breathing hard against her thigh, trying to get myself under control.
My legs burned as I pushed to my feet and pulled her with me. I walked her backward across the room until her back hit the full-length mirror. With one hand, I shoved my boxers down just enough to free myself. Then I kissed her hard and turned her so she faced the glass.
“Hands right there,” I said against her ear. “I want you to watch.”
She placed her palms flat against the glass. I stepped in close behind her, pressing my chest to her back.
“Look at us,” I muttered. “You’re already shaking and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
In the reflection, my chest was flushed, my hair wrecked from her hands. I was hard and heavy against her bare ass. I reached into my back pocket, pulled out the condom, and tore it open with my teeth. She followed my movements in the mirror.
“You came prepared,” she said, her voice thin and raspy.
“Starlin’, of course I came prepared.” I rolled it on. “You think I carry these because I wanted to take some stranger back to my room tonight?”
I met her eyes in the mirror and shook my head.
“No. I was just wishing, hoping, fucking praying you’d end up here with me. That maybe this wasn’t just in my head.”
She swallowed. “Of course it wasn’t. I just… the job. I wasn’t supposed to—”
I gripped the back of her neck and cut her off with a kiss. “Don’t worry about that right now. Just relax. Let me make you feel good.”
I rubbed the head of my cock against her. She was already dripping wet. I sank in deep until my hips were flush against her ass, then held there, my jaw clenched.
She was fluttering, gripping me, trying to pull me deeper. After wanting her so fucking bad, this was everything.
I thrust into her slow. “You look so damn pretty like this.”
She was leaving tomorrow. But staring at her in the mirror, watching her eyes go dark as she took every inch, any sense I had left got torched. I’d spent a month fighting this, and now she was wrapped around my cock like she belonged there.
Every time I pushed forward she made another sound, and it drove me out of my mind.
I kept one hand on her hip and braced the other on the wall so I could watch us. Her nipple strained against her tank top. Her fingers slipped down the glass, struggling to hold on.
“Brock,” she moaned. “Harder. Please.”
I gave it to her. My fingers dug into the soft curve of her hip, locking her in place. Every thrust stabbed fire down my left shoulder, yet the ache only made me clamp her harder, pounding her rougher.
I couldn’t slow down when she was moaning like that. Not when she pushed back against me like she needed it just as bad.
Her eyes stayed on mine in the glass until she couldn’t keep them open anymore.
“Fuck,” I growled. “You feel so fucking good.”
She shook against me, gripping the edge of the mirror frame. I kept going until my arm started to give out. The burn turned white-hot. I had to slow down, panting against the back of her neck.
“My shoulder,” I gritted out.
I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried inside her, my chest heaving, one hand still locked on her hip.
She reached back, her fingertips brushing over my arm. “We can take a break if you need to.”
“I don’t want to stop.” I pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “I want you to get on top of me.”
She met my eyes in the mirror and bit her lip. “Okay. Then lie back on the bed. Let me ride you.”
My cock twitched at her words. I pulled out and followed her to the bed.
I lay back against the pillows while she climbed over me, straddling my hips.
She leaned down and braced one hand on my chest. I reached between us, lined myself up, and watched her face as she sank down onto me.
“Christ,” I groaned.
The mattress creaked under us as she rolled her hips.
Her hair kept falling in her face. I gripped her thighs while she lifted and sank back down. She was so wet and tight. My vision blurred.
Her tank top rode up, showing the dark edge of the bruise on her ribs. It made something twist in my chest, but then she moaned loudly, and I stopped giving a damn.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I gritted out. “Ride me just like that. You feel so good.”
She braced her hands on my chest and took me deeper, her thighs flexing with every roll. I couldn’t stay still. I thrust up to meet her, my good hand sliding up to grip her hip, using the leverage to drive into her.
“Brock—” Her voice broke.
I did it again and again, chasing that tight squeeze every time I hit deep. My eyes stayed locked on her flushed face.
“That’s it, take it. You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I'm close.”
“I can feel it. You’re gripping me so fucking hard.”
“You feel so deep like this.”
She cried out, her head tipping back. I kept thrusting up into her, my arm burning from the effort.
“Come on. Let me feel it. Come on my cock.”
She came with a sharp cry, her body locking up as she clenched around me.
I didn’t stop. I kept driving up through it, fucking her until she whimpered and shook on top of me.
She collapsed forward onto my chest, moaning into my ear. Her breasts pressed hard against me, heavy and warm.
That was it.
“Fuck—Starlin’—” The sound tore out of me as my hips jerked up hard.
I came deep inside her, pulsing thick and hot into the condom. My right arm locked around her back like I could keep her there forever.
Her heart hammered against my ribs, little aftershocks fluttering through her. My breathing tore out ragged and my left shoulder screamed, but I didn’t move. I held her tighter, sliding a hand up her spine as I throbbed inside her.
My fingers tangled in the damp hair at the nape of her neck. I didn't know how long we lay there, silent, just listening to the low hum of the air conditioner.
The clock on the nightstand glowed yellow in the dark. I didn’t need to read the numbers. I already knew it wasn’t enough. It could’ve been five minutes or five days, and I still would’ve wanted more.
I wasn’t ready for this to be over.