Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
Willow
“Willow? Are you listening to me?” Anya says, snapping me from my daydream.
I blush, realizing I’ve been thinking about her brother this whole time. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“It’s like you’re on another planet. The sex must have been good last night,” Felicity says with a wink.
I shake my head and mumble under my breath. “We didn’t even have sex.” And it’s true.
Last night I had one of the most erotic sexual experiences of my life, and it didn’t even involve the actual act of lovemaking.
That’s crazy, right?
All I know is Brock worked my body over and over, and then he kept my orgasm from me. He said it was to punish me. However, after last night I don’t feel very punished at all.
When I woke up this morning, Brock was gone. It’s not like he slipped out of our room to get away from me, or anything. I know the guys had an early tee time to play golf.
Now I’m sitting down at breakfast with the ladies, and we’re scheduling out our day.
“Well, whatever happened between you two love birds must have been wild,” Hartford says with a big grin. “I’m so happy for you. I know you always said Lake wasn’t great in the bedroom.”
I blush. “He was just okay. I feel bad talking about him. I think it was just a chemistry thing.”
“But you and Brock have it?” Clara asks.
I nod with a small giggle. “Definitely.”
Clara reaches across the table, placing her hand over mine. “That’s how you know he’s the one.”
My eyes widen. “The one?”
“Maybe by this time next year we’ll be back for your wedding,” Anya says with a laugh.
“We just got together. This is all moving a bit too fast.” I wish I could tell the ladies the truth. That Brock and I are only enjoying ourselves while we’re in Vegas. But I don’t want to share that secret.
I want to keep it all to myself. Just like I want to keep Brock all to myself. I know today we’re supposed to be doing things to prepare for the wedding, but all I can think about is staying holed up in my hotel room all day with Brock.
“We’ll meet at the pool in an hour,” Felicity says, rising from her chair. “I need to feed the baby.”
Anya fusses over the baby before Felicity walks away. “I’m so happy Shepherd and Felicity were still able to come to Vegas. I know a new baby changes everything.”
“It was so nice of Felicity’s mother to offer to babysit so they could hang out with us,” Hartford adds. “Can I tell you all a secret?”
“Oh my god, are you pregnant?” Anya’s eyes are huge.
Hartford laughs. “No, not yet. But Paxton and I want to start trying as soon as we’re married.”
“Aww,” I say, loving that. All my besties are growing up so quickly.
“Griffin and I were talking last night about getting married. He told me he’s wanted to marry me since he first realized he was attracted to me. Like when he first got home from culinary school. I never even knew he had a crush on me for all that time.” Anya’s eyes glisten with unshed tears.
“I love him for you,” I tell her. “I think he would make a great husband.”
“Me too,” Emma says. “I know I only just met you and him, but you two really are perfect for one another.”
“Thank you,” Anya says, wiping away tears. “I never thought I’d ever fall for somebody so hard. Like it’s just like we click.”
I nod, knowing exactly what she means about clicking with someone. Last night with Brock, I felt like everything had finally clicked into place between us.
Who knows, maybe the reason we fought so much growing up was this energy between us that couldn't be contained. And now that we’re in each other’s orbit, it’s working for us.
However, I still like pushing his buttons. Especially like last night. I loved how he punished me. It was fun.
And it wasn’t like we sat down and planned how we were going to spice things up in the bedroom. It just happened.
Like we could read each other’s mind.
That’s silly, I know, but something’s happening here. I can’t get my mind off Brock.
“You look like you’re really thinking hard there, Willow,” Clara points out.
“I think I have a crush on my boyfriend,” I tell everyone at the table.
“Those are always the best crushes,” Shayne adds. “When Damien and I first got together I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was deliriously happy, and felt butterflies every time I laid eyes on him.”
I nod. “That’s how I feel.”
“I still feel that way with Ben,” Clara adds. “Like when he walks into a room my eyes light up.”
“Your whole face lights up,” Emma says. “And so does he. Ben loves you so much.”
“Axel loves you too. You should see how that man clocks your every movement,” Clara says.
“You all are so lucky,” I say, wishing I could find somebody who looks at me like that.
Brock only views me as a Vegas piece of ass. Somebody to pass the time with. It depresses me a little until Anya smiles at me.
“I’ve noticed the way Brock’s eyes shine when he’s staring at you, Willow. You should have seen him last night,” Anya says.
Hartford nods. “For real. He was all smiles when he saw you last night. That boy is whipped.”
Ha. As if.
However, I wonder if what they’re saying is true. Did Brock look at me in any certain way?
An hour later, I’m sitting by the pool, enjoying a Pina Colada. We're all out here—Hartford, Anya, Felicity, February, Emma, Clara, and Shayne—having fun and chatting away about the wedding that’s coming up.
I honestly can’t wait to watch Hartford walk down the aisle.
She’s going to be a stunning bride, and I’m so excited to see her in her dress.
Anya is already planning an elaborate toast, while Felicity and Emma are discussing the latest wedding trends they’ve read about.
Clara is flipping through a bridal magazine, pointing out different flower arrangements, and Shayne and Hartford are debating the best songs for the reception playlist.
The guys are still playing golf while we bake in the Nevada sun.
It’s not hot at all. In fact, it’s sort of perfect on this sunny October day.
The gentle breeze keeps us cool, and the clear blue sky makes everything feel like a picture-perfect moment.
We’re lounging on comfortable pool chairs, dipping our feet in the water, and occasionally taking a refreshing swim.
“I don’t think he’s whipped,” I say absentmindedly, recalling the conversation from brunch earlier, my mind conjuring up ideas of Brock using a whip to punish me. Oh my god. What has Brock done to me? I grab my phone from my little clutch.
“He’s totally whipped. Do you see the way he stares at Lake? All possessive and shit,” Hartford says. “I wouldn't be surprised if they fight before the end of the trip.”
“I would put money on it,” Anya says. “I know Brock. He doesn’t like to share. He’d never share with us growing up.”
“I guess growing up with that many brothers makes him not keen on sharing,” Felicity says.
She looks glamorous with a big floppy sun hat, and a long see-through robe over her one-piece bathing suit.
She told us she’s still carrying some of the baby weight from having August, but I think she looks amazing.
I open up Brock’s name and send him a little text.
Me: Hi.
It’s short and simple, and I feel giddy after I hit send.
Brock: Hi. I’ve been thinking about you all morning long.
Me: Sorry I fell asleep.
I blush at the memory. I tried to stay awake, but I guess my body had been waiting for a release like that for years. I couldn’t have stayed awake if I wanted to. And boy, did I want to.
Brock: It’s okay. I know how good I am. I wore you out.
I smile, tapping away at the keys, laughing at Brock’s cocky reply.
Me: Maybe you bored me to sleep.
Brock: Ha. I don’t think so, Willow. You definitely weren’t bored into sleeping. It’s okay, you don’t have to admit you have a little thing for me.
Me: I do not have a thing for you.
Even after I type the words, I know I’m lying. It’s crazy, but I’ve developed this full-blown crush on Brock. And I’m not sure what to do about it.
Brock: Don’t worry. Tonight you definitely won’t be bored.
Me: Promise?
Brock: Willow, I promise I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have before. I’m going to make you scream louder than you ever have before, and I’m going to make you literally crawl up the walls in pleasure. I can’t wait to be deep inside you.
My skin erupts into flames. I’m sure I’m blushing, and I don’t even care. I squeeze my legs together as I try to calm my pounding heart.
Me: I’ll give you credit for one thing, and one thing only… your dirty talk is on point.
Brock: You can try to deny the fact that you loved having my tongue all over you. I know the truth. You want me…almost as much as I want you.
Me: How bad do you want me?
Brock: You have no idea, but I’ll show you tonight.