Chapter 20
TWENTY
Brock
She makes me feral. No woman has ever made me feel like that, but Willow, damn she’s everything I never knew I wanted.
That blow job she gave me before we left for this rehearsal dinner was earth-shattering, mind-blowing, and fucking epic.
She truly was sucking me off like a damn pornstar.
And now, now my fingers are deep inside her tight, wet pussy while we sit at my brother’s rehearsal dinner.
It’s daring and thrilling. The idea of being caught just amplifies everything.
Watching her, hearing her, touching her, it’s sensory overload in this crowded room.
Yet, I crave more. I need her orgasm as badly as I need my next breath. I need to watch her fall apart because of my touch. I need to hear her say my name while her release soaks my hand. I need to feel her pussy squeeze my fingers while she falls over the edge.
And damn, if I don’t want her to need it just as badly.
My fingers are pumping into her at a furious pace. I can’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous face as she fights so hard from shouting out her pleasure. Her teeth are digging into her lip as she lets out soft moans and fuck, I find it hot as hell.
“Fuck, your pussy is dripping wet,” I whisper, biting gently on her ear.
To anyone looking I’m sure it just looks like we are a couple holding each other close as we enjoy the other’s company. Obviously, Tripp had no idea when he sat down before I chased him off.
“Fuck, Brock,” she moans in a whisper.
“You like this, don’t you? Not just the pleasure I’m giving you, but the thought of being caught. It’s turning you on more, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she says a little louder.
I chuckle, moving my thumb up to rub her sensitive clit. “Anyone could walk over right now and catch me finger fucking you, but your greedy pussy makes it impossible for you to tell me to stop, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she whispers, reaching over and digging her nails into my arm. “Don’t stop, please.”
I move my fingers at an impossible pace as I rapidly rub at her clit. Her pussy is getting wetter as she begins to tighten around my fingers.
“That’s it, beautiful. Give me your orgasm right here in this room full of people,” I whisper, grinning against her.
Her hips move as my fingers continue driving into her hard and fast. I’m trying my best to keep us hidden, but it’s becoming more difficult to care at this point. My sole purpose right now is to get my girl—fuck, Willow—off.
“I’m so close,” she cries into my neck, digging her nails deeper into my flesh.
“Good girl, don’t fight it. If this room hears you cry out my name I might just come with you.”
Her pussy tightens on my fingers and I groan, kissing the top of her head. Her hips move faster and I feel her body shaking.
“That’s it, beautiful, give it to me,” I whisper. I push my thumb against her clit and twist my fingers and she explodes.
“Brock,” she whispers, over and over.
She didn’t shout it out, it was just loud enough for me to hear, making this erotic moment turn incredibly intimate.
“Fuck, you’re soaking my fingers,” I say, continuing to slowly pump into her.
When her grip on my arm starts to loosen and her body begins to relax, I slowly pull my fingers out of her, causing her to flinch.
“Fuck,” she whispers, lifting her eyes to mine.
Something happens when our eyes meet and I feel like my heart stops or maybe it starts. It’s as if suddenly we become connected in a way that I’ve never experienced and I fucking love it.
I adjust her panties with my other hand as I bring my fingers, covered in her release, up to my mouth. I lick them before pushing them into my mouth, sucking them clean.
“That’s so sexy,” she whispers, staring at me.
“Fucking delicious.”
“All the food is okay?” Anya says, sitting down in the chair next to Willow.
Willow clears her throat and straightens herself up, as she nods. “Yes, everything is fucking amazing.”
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I say, winking at Willow.
“Why are you guys sitting back here all alone? You should be up with the rest of us. You’re missing the stories that Mom and Hartford’s mom are telling about them.”
“I think it’s best if we keep our distance. Don’t want to cause any problems with Lake,” I say, wrapping my arm around Willow.
“Oh right, I can’t believe you actually hit him.” She laughs, shaking her head. “I wish I could’ve seen it.”
Willow joins in and now both of them are laughing. I watch Willow as my heart pounds harder in my chest. Seeing how happy she is and knowing that I’m part of the reason why, is a powerful feeling.
“You gonna hide out back here all night?” Callum asks, sitting next to me.
“Probably,” I say, shrugging.
“Yeah, I don’t blame you. Mom is over there crying now,” he says.
“Aww, she’s happy,” Willow replies.
“Callum, we know you aren’t capable of understanding what that black hole in your chest is for, but most people get emotional at weddings,” Anya says with a genuine laugh.
“Speak for yourself,” Shepherd says, sitting down next to him. “I’m not emotional at weddings, but I might cry if I don’t get to spend any alone time with Felicity.”
“Is my perfect nephew being a little cock block?” I ask.
“Fuck you,” he says, crossing his arms.
“Oh, everyone is allowed over here now?” Tripp asks, tentatively sitting next to Anya.
“Why wouldn’t we be allowed here?” she asks while looking at him.
I feel Willow tense beside me and I lean over, pressing a gentle kiss below her ear.
“We were in the middle of a private conversion,” I say, lifting an eyebrow as I narrow my eyes at him.
“Leave them alone, Tripp. It’s all new and exciting. It’s the beginning of something wonderful,” Anya says, smiling at us.
I want to tell her she’s ridiculous. I want to tell her she’s so damn wrong. I want to tell her she has no idea what she’s talking about. But I can’t. Because as my fingers lazily trace Willow’s shoulder, I do feel like it’s the beginning of something wonderful.
This relationship between us is fake, I know that, but what I’m feeling is so fucking real. I have no idea if Willow feels it and right now I don’t want to know. I’m having the best time with Willow and I don’t want anything to fuck that up. Even if it is just temporary.
The sound of a fork tapping on a crystal glass causes all of us to turn our attention in that direction. Paxton stands up and smiles, holding up his glass of champagne.
“First, I want to thank you all for being here. I know when Hartford and I came up with this destination wedding idea, it was probably a lot to take in.” We all laugh and he looks down at Hartford.
“But, what my girl wants, my girl gets.” There are a few sighs and some aww’s from the crowd.
“We appreciate you all so much for taking the trip out here and helping us celebrate our marriage. Hartford and I are so grateful for all of you and we are so thankful that you are here with us. Tomorrow when I get to marry this beautiful girl, I’m glad you are all here to witness it.
So, here’s to all of you, loving us as much as we love you. ”
It’s a nice speech coming from my brother. I wouldn’t have expected him to have such heartfelt words to say. I guess love really does change certain parts of you.
Hartford stands up and kisses Paxton, causing everyone to cheer.
She laughs and looks over at Anya. “Usually when a bride picks her maid of honor it’s her best friend.
” She looks up at Paxton and smiles. “But, I’m marrying my best friend.
” He pushes a piece of hair off her face and nods.
“So, I went to my best girl friend and that’s Anya.
Being Paxton’s sister, I couldn’t have thought of anyone better to stand up beside me and I know she’s been dreading this, but it’s time for her speech. ”
“Oh shit, you’re speaking?” I ask, laughing.
“Bite me,” Anya whispers.
“You’ve got this baby,” Griffin shouts.
Watching the way Anya and Griffin smile at each other is pretty amazing. Love really is in the air.
“She’s been so nervous about this,” Willow whispers, searching for my hand.
I link my fingers with hers and rest my hand on her thigh. “She’s going to kill it,” I say, watching Anya stand up.
“I’ve fought my entire life to be the best, but in this case, I’m incredibly honored to be second best.” We all laugh and she smiles at Paxton and Hartford.
“It’s no surprise to most of us here that Paxton and Hartford are getting married.
My brothers and I saw the love between them long before they admitted to each other.
Paxton and Hartford have been friends since kindergarten and anyone who can put up with Paxton for that long is someone special. ”
“Or someone crazy,” I shout.
Willow elbows me and I chuckle.
“Well, Brock isn’t all wrong. You have to be a little crazy to join this family.”
“You’d be crazy to not want to be a part of it,” Felicity says, standing behind Shepherd.
Shepherd reaches up and pulls her down for a kiss. It’s sweet and very unlike my brother. Although, I guess that’s not true anymore. The grumpy ass he was no longer exists.
I shake my head as I realize, it’s because he fell in love with Felicity.
“Hartford has been part of the Atwood family and I always considered her to be family. To be my sister. But tomorrow, she will officially be an Atwood, and my sister.”
Griffin steals the last chair at the table, staring at Anya as she looks at Paxton.
“My big brother is going to be someone’s husband.
I’m so happy for you, Pax. You’ve been my sounding board and always the one in my corner.
I love you so much and I couldn’t have picked a more perfect person for you to spend the rest of your life with.
” He blows her a kiss and damn, I think I’ve got some dust in my eyes because they’re a little watery.
“Now, please raise your glasses for Paxton and Hartford. Two amazing people who deserve all the happiness in the world. I love you both.”
Everyone cheers when she finishes and as Paxton and Hartford make their way over, Griffin grabs Anya and holds her tight.
“Oh my God, are you crying?” Willow asks, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“No, the fucking dust in this room is ridiculous,” I say, blinking rapidly.
She turns in her seat and smiles at me before wrapping her arms around my neck. “Don’t hide your emotions, Brock. It’s sexier when you’re honest and a guy who can cry happy tears for his brother is pretty damn hot,” she whispers.
I squeeze her tightly as I press a soft kiss to her neck.
“Wait until we get back to the room and I show you just how fucking sexy I find it when you say things like that to me.” I kiss her neck again, nipping at it as I pull away.
“Hope you’re not tired because I plan on making you scream my name more than once. ”