Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Willow
When Clara told us the guys would be dancing for us, I didn’t really know what to expect. I guess I thought I’d laugh as the men got up on the small makeshift stage and shook their asses.
What I never in a million years expected was to get turned on. Like what is wrong with me? However, when Brock stepped into the room it’s like a fuse lit between us. It traveled between us, gaining speed, until we both exploded in a want and needy mess.
Or at least I’m a needy mess.
I can’t tell how he’s feeling because he’s such a great actor. I swear he acts like he wants to devour me, but then he laughs it off when we’re alone together.
And right now? We’re in the elevator, heading up to our hotel room, in silence.
And the silence is deafening. It’s all-consuming, and I seriously want to scream. Or kiss the heck out of Brock. Either or.
“You okay?” he asks me as the elevator travels upward.
“Fine,” I peep out.
“Cool.”
This is the most awkward conversation ever. I hate it. I’d rather climb Brock like a tree. I’d rather sit on his face.
Oh my god. I blush at that thought.
Brock studies me. “Seriously, you all right?”
“You danced really good tonight,” I tell him, glancing down at the floor so I don’t lock eyes with him again.
I swear when our eyes lock it makes me want to strip naked for the man. I know, there’s something seriously wrong with me.
I’m not drunk, so I know it’s not that.
“Thanks,” he says, and then he kills me with his boyish charm. He smiles, and it’s all crooked and freakishly adorable. His eyes light up as he gazes at me, and seriously I wonder if he’s feeling the same way I am.
“I…” I start, but then my words fall away. Before I can finish my incomplete thought, Brock’s got me pinned against the elevator wall. His hands plunge into my hair, and his mouth attacks mine, his tongue pressing at the corner of my lips, begging for me to open for him.
And oh, I do. Boy, how I open for him.
Our tongues clash together, an electric current passing between us. His hard body pins me, and his hands roam over my body.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all fucking night,” he whispers against my lips.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say as a mere statement, but don’t want him to take me seriously. Because we definitely should be doing this. A lot more of this.
“As always, I don’t agree with you,” he says between peppering kisses along my neck. “In fact, you’re so wrong it hurts.”
I smirk. “Even while making out you find a way to fight.”
He wraps a hand around one of my wrists and pins it above my head. “I’m not fighting. I’m just letting you know this is happening, whether it’s right or wrong.”
Our eyes lock. My pulse vibrates through my system.
“What happens in Vegas,” I say with a small shrug of my shoulder.
His eyes light on fire. “Stays in Vegas,” he finishes the phrase. “Willow,” he whispers, his eyes still connected with mine. “What are you saying? You’re going to need to spell it out for me.”
“I’m thinking—” Oh god, what am I even thinking? “—bridesmaid-with-benefits.”
His dark eyes search mine. “We are in a different time zone, so I guess this doesn’t count, right?”
I’m willing to rationalize this any way I can so it happens. Because not letting Brock touch me right now is a no-go. I need him. Unlike I’ve ever needed anyone before.
He lets go of my wrist, his hand trailing through my hair, over my cheek, across my jaw, and landing on my collarbone as the elevator dings open.
“Fuck,” he whispers, stepping away from me.
My mind’s frazzled and I’m seriously not expecting to see Lake standing on the other side of the elevator doors.
“I was hoping we could talk, Willow,” Lake says, his blue eyes bouncing between mine and Brock’s.
“Now’s not a good time, buddy,” Brock says, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the elevator. “Now, I suggest you run on back to your room like a good little boy, or else you’re going to be hearing Willow screaming my name all night long.”
Lake’s mouth hangs open, and Brock doesn’t even wait for a reply as we brush past him and head down the hallway toward our room.
We fumble together as we try to get the keycard to open the door. I giggle as the card falls to the floor, and I swiftly retrieve it. In the quick second I was down there, grabbing the card, I noticed how the bulge in Brock’s pants was ginormous.
“Uh,” I say, as the door pushes open.
Brock and I rush inside, slamming the door behind us.
“You have about three seconds to get that sexy-ass dress off,” Brock says, kicking off his shoes.
“Or what?” I sass back, watching the match ignite behind his eyes.
“Or else I’m going to make you pay for not doing as you're told.”
I shake my head, parking a hand on my hip. “Even now you’re trying to start a fight.”
He steps closer, removing his shirt and tossing it to the ground. “I’m not starting a fight. I’m making a promise.”
I move closer to him, unable to keep my hands off his solid chest. There’s muscles for days, and he’s tan.
His skin is literally the color of strewn gold, and it makes my mouth water.
I run a hand over his pec. “Don’t make me promises, Brock.
Only while we’re in Vegas, pretending to be a couple can we do this,” I say, laying down ground rules to protect my heart.
He grabs my ass, pressing me against his hardness. “Understood, but it’s been longer than three seconds, and you’re about to be punished.”
I bite my lower lip, blinking my long lashes up at him. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he breathes out, undoing the buckle of his belt. “Willow, my heart’s pounding. I can’t remember the last time I was this fucking hard in my life.”
I watch as Brock removes his belt from his jeans, and gives it a snap. It’s loud, and it reverberates throughout the room. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time my heart pumped this ferociously for another man.
Lake never got my blood pumping like Brock is right now.
“Are you ready to take your punishment?” he asks, his eyes completely blazing with heat. He snaps the belt again, and my mind wonders how he’s going to use it on me.
“I’m not into pain,” I rush out.
“You should have thought about that before you defied me.” He nods over at the bed. “Now, get on the bed.”
I raise an arm to lower the zipper on the back of my dress, and Brock tsks me.
“Leave it on. You didn’t take it off in three seconds, so now I’m going to remove it from you.”
“You are?” I ask, climbing onto the bed. “How?”
He studies me like he hasn’t quite thought everything through, but then his face morphs and he has this wicked smile. “Come here,” he says, stepping up to the foot of the bed.
I’m on my knees, moving closer toward him as he motions with his head for me to turn around. He takes the belt and loops my wrists together, behind my back.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even though I know exactly what he’s up to.
“Willow, you’ve been teasing me all night. Now it’s my turn to see how you like it.”
My eyes widen as they meet his. “Oh,” is all I can say, because honestly this is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever done in the bedroom, and I don’t want it to end.
“Face down on the bed. Ass in the air,” he demands, and I do as he says.
My hands are tied behind my back, and there’s no real way to get into the position he wants without just letting myself fall. I laugh as I do, and Brock pulls at my hips, helping me get my ass in the air.
I’m still fully clothed, including the four-inch heels.
“I love the shoes,” Brock says, taking a step back to appreciate the view.
I turn my neck so I can see him. “Thank you. I wore them for you.”
“And you’re going to keep them on all night long,” he whispers as he brings his hand down, cracking his palm against the flesh of one ass cheek.
“Ow,” I say, although it didn’t hurt at all. I think I’m more shocked than anything at all. “Brock,” I whine. “That turned me on,” I say, the vibrations of his slap rippling through me.
He pushes my dress up and over my ass, pushing it even further up my hips. “Holy fuck, Willow. You’ve had no panties on this whole time?”
“Oops. I forgot.” I was being daring earlier.
He unzips his jeans, pulls his dick out, and fists it with one hand. “I’m so fucking hard.”
And oh my god. His dick is big enough to sink the Titanic. He's gigantic, and I worry about how it’s going to fit inside me.
He catches me staring at it, and I’m sure I look horrified at the thought of it stretching me wide open. “You like how big it is?”
“It’s so big,” I tell him.
I can see the pride swimming in his eyes. “Ever been fucked by anything this big?”
I whisper out a ‘no’ as the bed dips as he climbs onto it, on his knees, his dick so close to touching the bare skin of my butt cheek.
“I want to come all over this perfect skin,” he says, grabbing at my ass, kneading the flesh in his hand. “But first. I need to keep punishing you.”
“Not being able to touch you is punishment enough,” I tell him, trying my best to reason with him. I want to touch every part of him.
Especially the angry head of his dick. It’s big. Engorged, and completely throbbing in his hand.
“Oh, you think you’ve been punished enough?” he asks me, his voice completely oozing with sarcasm.
“Yes,” I fight back.
“Not a chance in hell, Willow. By the time I’m finished with you tonight you’ll never disobey me ever again.” He drags his lower lip between his teeth, spreading the precum at the tip of his dick down the long shaft of it. He raises an eyebrow, and I smile.
“Wanna bet?”