Chapter 25
twenty-five
. . .
brOCK
My hand slid down her wet stomach and dipped under the warm water. She spread her thighs right away. I pressed my thumb firm against her clit, rubbing slow, hard circles over that sensitive little nub.
Her breath hitched. She tipped her head back, her hips rocking up.
“Fuck, right there,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my forearm.
I wanted to make her come right there in the tub, but the way she was grinding against me was driving me crazy. I needed to be inside her bad.
“Sienna,” I rasped. “We can’t do this here. Let’s get out, please.”
I pulled my hand away and she let out a soft, disappointed whine.
She stood up, water running down her body, her skin flushed pink all over. Her dark hair was plastered to her back, and those brown eyes looked heavy and hazy as she stepped out onto the mat.
I followed her out and grabbed a towel off the rack. Before I could even hand it to her, she took it from my hands and let it fall on the cold tile floor.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
She sank to her knees on the towel and gazed up at me. All that stress from earlier was gone.
She wrapped her hand around my cock. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Fuck. I’m already so worked up, I wanna save it for when I’m inside—”
She took me into her mouth, swallowing my words. The heat and her hands short-circuited my brain. She stroked what her lips couldn’t reach, while her tongue swirled around me.
I let out a low groan, my fingers sinking into her wet hair. “Goddamn, that’s it.”
She pulled back just enough to flick her tongue against that sensitive spot under the head. The quick, wet lashes had me trembling, low groans tearing from my chest.
I was barely holding it together. After a few more seconds, I eased my hips back, slipping free.
“C’mere,” I said, voice rough.
I caught her under the arms and lifted her against me, ignoring the protest in my shoulder. She gasped into my mouth as I kissed her hard, her damp body pressing flush to mine.
I walked her backward until her thighs hit the vanity, then spun her to face the mirror, just like that first night in the hotel.
I pressed up behind her, my cock sliding against her skin as I pulled her hips back.
“Look at you,” I murmured, reaching around to cup her breast, thumb rubbing over the nipple. My other hand slid down between her thighs and found her soaked, hot, and more than ready for me.
I leaned over her shoulder, my lips brushing her ear. "Can't get enough of you like this. So fucking pretty and dripping for me."
Her reflection stared back at me. Flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, dark hair sticking to her shoulders. Perfect.
“Stay right there,” I said. “I’ll grab a condom.”
Her hand shot back and grabbed my wrist. “You don’t need it.”
I froze, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “What?”
“I went to the clinic in Sheridan last week. I’m on the pill. You’re safe.”
The thought alone, me sliding into her bare, nothing between us, just sinking in, filling her completely—
Fuck.
My cock throbbed. She didn't have to tell me twice. I gripped her hips and pushed into her with one long, slow stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
“So goddamn tight,” I hissed.
It was almost too much. Hot, wet, with no barrier. I locked my jaw and held still, breathing hard through my nose, fighting like hell not to come right then. I wanted to make it good for her.
I started moving slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. She moaned, her eyes fluttering in the mirror. I couldn’t look away from her face, drunk on the way her mouth fell open every time I bottomed out.
“Tell me what you want, darlin’… Want me to touch you like I did in the tub?”
She shook her head, wet strands of hair sticking to her flushed cheek. “No… just like this.” She reached back, grabbed my hand, and pressed it firmly to her chest. “And keep your hands on me.”
I’d give her anything she asked for.
I slid my hands up her stomach and filled both palms with her soft, heavy breasts. I squeezed them, rolling and tugging her nipples between my fingers, dying to pull more of those desperate noises out of her.
She cried out and pushed back against me.
I gave her what she wanted. I drove into her with the same steady rhythm, drawing loud moans from her. The sound of my hips slapping against her filled the steamy bathroom. My hands stayed on her breasts, calluses dragging over her nipples as I ground into her.
The mirror fogged up, but I never looked away from her reflection. I watched her fall apart, lips parted, gasping with every thrust.
“That’s it,” I growled against her ear. “Let it go. Just you and me right now.”
“Brock—please—”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes met mine in the mirror, wild and hazy.
“I got you.” I thrust deep and hard. “Right here where you belong.”
She met my thrusts, rolling her hips back to take every inch. Being inside her like this was fucking with my head. Every little flutter and pulse squeezed tight around my cock.
I lost rhythm. “Goddamn, you feel too good. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Then don’t,” she panted. “I want you to come inside me.”
“No way, Starlin’. You first.”
I reached around and pressed my middle finger against her swollen clit, rubbing circles while I kept driving into her.
“C’mon, baby. Come all over my cock. I wanna feel you squeezing me.”
"Brock—" The word tore out of her, half a sob.
She clenched around me so tight I had to grit my teeth not to come right then. Her body went rigid, shuddering hard as her nails scraped the counter, moaning and pulsing around my cock.
That pushed me right over the edge. I drove into her one last time and came hard.
A rough groan ripped from my chest. I stayed deep inside her, spilling hot and heavy. She was clenching me tight, pulling out every drop.
I breathed heavy against her neck while the steam curled around us. The cool, fresh scent of peppermint from her shampoo still clung to her damp hair. The mirror had fogged over completely, our reflections hazy in the soft light.
We stayed locked together for a long minute, just catching our breath.
Eventually, she let out a satisfied sigh and turned her head to look at me.
“How’s that shoulder holding up, cowboy?”
She was trembling, completely wrecked against the counter, yet she still had enough breath left to get mouthy while my cock was still inside her.
A deep laugh rumbled out of me.
“Shoulder’s fucking perfect.” I rolled my hips just to hear her gasp. “Best damn physical therapy I’ve ever had.”
“Good. I’ll make sure to help you more often.”
“Anytime you want, darlin’.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder before nipping it lightly. “Come on… let’s get you in bed.”
I grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, then took her hand and led her into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the mattress while I pulled the quilt back. I used the towel to pat the last drops of water from her skin before tossing it aside.
Once she was warm, I climbed in beside her and dragged the heavy blankets over us. She curled into me, resting her head on my chest and throwing her leg over mine. Her hand settled flat on my stomach.
For a few minutes, the wind howling outside was the only sound in the quiet room. But I could feel her heart rate picking back up against my ribs.
“Brock?” she whispered into the dark.
“Yeah?”
She lifted her head. “What are we going to do if I get fired?” Her voice wavered. “I’d… I’d have to go back to Chicago. And I don’t want to leave you.”
I hugged her closer, running my hand slowly up and down her back.
“I don’t want you leaving either, Starlin’,” I said quietly. “But if you decide you need to go back for a while… I’ll come see you as much as I can. I’m on the road half the damn year anyway. We’ll figure it out. I’m not losing you that easy.”
Sienna lifted her head, looking at me in the soft moonlight spilling through the window. “You mean that?”
"Every word."
Silence stretched between us. She rested her cheek over my chest again, her fingers stalling against my skin.
She let out a heavy breath. “I'm so used to fixing everyone else's problems. The one time I actually trusted a guy—”
I felt my jaw tighten, but I kept my hand moving slowly down her back.
She tensed. “God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be bringing this up right now.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I murmured. “I want to hear it.”
She let out a slow, shaky exhale. For a moment I thought she might change her mind, but then her voice came out quiet.
"We worked together. He screwed up and begged me to take the blame." Her fingers picked at the blanket. "I did, and I got demoted. Then, I found out he'd been cheating on me the whole time. He only confessed because he wanted to move out of our apartment."
She tried for a smile, but it barely held.
"So... trusting a guy who says he's got my back? Not really my strong suit anymore."
My jaw tightened. No wonder she held onto control so damn tightly. Some bastard had used her to save his own ass, then twisted the knife on the way out.
I couldn’t claim to understand that kind of betrayal, but I did know the scar it left behind. That hollow certainty that depending on someone just gives them a place to stick the knife. My own brother had walked out on us and never looked back. I learned to brace for impact too.
I pushed the anger down. She didn’t need that from me tonight.
“Thanks for telling me,” I said softly, brushing my thumb over her lower lip. “I’m not him, Sienna. I won’t screw you over like that.”
Her eyes darted away. A tiny frown pulled at her brows, but then her shoulders finally relaxed against me.
“I know,” she said. “And I’m trying, Brock. I really am.”
My throat locked up. After all of it, she wanted to try. With me.
I pulled her in tighter, my arm wrapping around her waist, and pressed my mouth to the top of her head. Held it there.
“I know you can handle everything on your own, Starlin’,” I murmured against her hair. “But from now on, I’m right here. You give me your trust, and I won’t let you down. I’ve got you.”