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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Brock is right on time. I should know a man like him would be. Just like I should have known that his truck would be giant. Fit for a man like him.

Shiny and new. It’s as black as a gleaming onyx. The seats are plush black leather and nicer than those of any vehicle I’ve ever owned. Or probably will own.

If the man could eat me with his gaze, I’d be done.

Blushing like a teenager under his heated looks, I heft myself inside the beast truck.

When I slide into the seat, I’m hit with a wave of his soap, woodsy cedar and mint. The smell is so good it makes my heart stutter and spin. Brock Mitchell smells like my next addiction.

“You came,” he says with a sly grin.

“I did.” He just doesn’t need to know that when I say I came, I also came in the shower after our little encounter.

Guilty as sin.

That little relief was my only hope for sanity in this situation. A trip to the toy store is first on the agenda for my day off. Many dildos might die in the process of trying to save our jobs.

I turn in the seat and watch as he expertly steers us onto the highway and away from Lynn’s Cove.

“So, big guy, I have to know this… are we officially breaking county policy by going out together in the evening?”

“Depends on how you define fraternization. I mean, I hang out regularly with the guys in the evening.” His expression says there’s something he’s not saying.

I prompt, “But…”

His jaw tightens. “I’m not sleeping with them.”

“You’re not sleeping with me.”

His eyes drift over to me, full of heat. He says one word. “Yet.”

“Brock,” I scold and grit my teeth.

He drives in tense silence for a few minutes, weaving in and out of traffic.

“I have no clue what I’m doing,” I mutter.

“I think we’re pretty clear on the fact that we want each other.”

Rubbing my clammy palms on my jeans doesn’t help at all. “Y-yes. I think that’s safe to say. I mean, we almost set your office on fire.”

He groans. “Tell me about it. And the shower… that was just criminal.”

“What do you want, Brock?”

He signals and changes lanes smoothly. “Avery, I’m not going to beat around the bush about this.”

His lids lower, and he turns to burn me up with his firestorm gaze. “I want you every way a man can have a woman.”

I bury my face in my hands. “You’re going to make me lose my breath again.”

“I want to make you lose your breath. Every single fucking way I can.”

I can’t take this. All I can do is groan and drop my head back. “Can we just go on like a normal date and get something to eat?”

“Of course. That’s where we’re going.”

My insides are shaking and heating like the sun is shining on my ovaries. “But you want more.”

“Fuck, yes.”

Gulp.

He drives, and the energy in the truck reaches thermo-nuclear.

I make a meep sound that horrifies me. I’m coming unglued. “I don’t know if I can take this. It’s making my brain fry.”

“Your brain, honey? I think it’s making your panties fry too.”

I squirm around in my seat.

He careens off the exit. I hang on as I pant like I’ve been running. “Where are we going?”

“I need to get off the road before I kill someone. My dick is draining all of my blood right now. ”

My eyes skitter down to the monster bulge in his jeans. “The baseball bat is back.”

“It’s been like that since the first night we kissed.”

“I… I just can’t believe that you didn’t go find another woman. One that hasn’t walked out on you.”

He skids to a stop on the side of the road. Slams the truck in park. Nostrils flared, he says hotly, “I didn’t want any other woman, Avery. Don’t you get that? I’m willing to risk it all because I can’t stop fucking thinking about you.”

I’m stunned silent while my heart rattles around on vibrate mode. I try to swallow and can’t.

“You’re like some kind of poison,” he says with a dark laugh and closes his eyes, letting his head fall back on the seat’s headrest.

Voice like gravel, he continues to baffle me. “I’m serious. The hunger I have for you is… unprecedented.”

I’m staring at his profile. Frozen. On the outside, at least. Inside, things are going wild.

His chest vibrates with another humorless laugh as he turns those eyes on me. “You should like that word, little genius.”

I whisper, “Okay, you get dictionary points for that one.”

This time, his laugh is replaced with a growl. “Unstoppable.”

I grin. “Okay, another point.”

“Unquenchable.”

Disbelief in my voice, I ask, “Really?”

He grunts and shifts in his seat, flexing his hands on the wheel. “Really. Unslakable.”

“Aren’t you quite the linguist?”

“Cunnilinguist.”

I give him a little eye-roll and relax back into the seat. I should have seen that one coming. I’m suddenly hit by the fact that I feel… happy. My cheeks are burning, but my breathing is even. Although I’m pretty sure something that will require medical attention is happening behind my sternum.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, but insanely happy.

It feels so foolish. Not like I can fall head over heels for the man. He’s off limits in the worst ways. Plus, I need to keep my head together. Gunnar needs me to have my shit together when he gets released. It’s only a matter of days. And Brock is a father… he’s got so much responsibility. All of the eyes of the town are on him too.

“Hey, Chief?”

“Yes, little genius.”

I make a face. “Will you quit? I’m nothing special.”

Brock holds my gaze as he says, “Let me be the judge of that.”

After another tense silence, I whisper, “I like the way you look at me.”

Voice dropping an octave lower, he asks, “Like I want to rip your clothes off and have you for dinner?”

“Like you… yes, want to–*gulp*–eat me… but like you respect me.”

He reaches for a tendril of my hair and wraps it around his finger, rubbing his thumb over the strands. “Because I do.”

He laughs darkly again and shifts in his seat. “But the truth is, I’ve got my own motives. I stole you away tonight with the complete intent of talking you right into my bed.”

“I thought you said we are taking this slow.”

“We are, but I need you to know what I want.”

My heart flutters around like it’s got wings. “Fair enough. Is that all you want? Just sex?”

He turns the tables on me. “What do you want, Avery?”

How I wish I knew. I probably answer too quickly, but it’s the truth. “Relationships are trouble.”

His laugh is rough and short. “You don’t have to tell me.”

I ask the question again. “What do you want, Brock?”

Licking across his completely biteable bottom lip, he says hotly, “Everything.”

All the air inside the truck disappears. I try to suck in a breath, but get nothing. For thirty seconds, I can’t do anything but feel the opposing sensations of cold and hot that are coursing through my body. Finally, I say, “That’s… kind of sudden.”

“Is it? Isn’t a year enough time to think about all the ways I want you?”

Rattled, I shove my hands in my hair. I let out a rough breath. “It did feel like forever.”

He grabs my arm, and gently pulls me so I’m facing him. Searing me with a look that makes my body flare hot, he lets his eyes devour me. Voice rough, he slays me, “The wait is over.”

Oh. God.

My mouth goes dry. There’s suddenly a gigantic cotton-ball stuck in my throat. I’m so high on his lust that my head might as well be in the clouds. Before I can stop myself, I’m confessing, “I’ve never wanted to be seen the way you look at me.”

“Good.”

When I’m eager or nervous, I tend to ramble, so I force myself to simply say, “I’m out of my comfort zone here.”

Totally confident, the man says, “I’m not.”

“You’re going to have to break me into this sex with the boss thing. ”

He growls low in his throat. It’s an utterly masculine sound that vibrates me as he leans toward me. The scent of him surrounds me and makes my ovaries squeal. “I’m happy to oblige. But I have to warn you, I’m a greedy mother-fucker when it comes to sex.”

Nervous as a mouse, I stutter, “You are? I don't even know what that means.”

The light glints in his green eyes. They’re sparkling with intensity. I love looking at Brock. Especially now. Energy simmers around him, thick and inviting. His eyes fall to my lips when he says, “I am. I want it all. I want to eat your sweet little pussy until you come screaming on my tongue. I want to take you against the wall as I spank your ass. I want to take you in the shower, fuck yeah, in the firehouse shower too. I want to bend you over my kitchen table and stuff you full of my raging hard dick. Right in the middle of my desk too. I want you to ride me in this truck, right here in the driver’s seat. Then I’ll lay you down and fold you up, and fuck you until we both break.”

Oh. My. G-god.

Who is this man? And how did I get here?

Brock Mitchell is a dirty girl’s wet dream. Too bad I never thought I was a dirty girl, but my vagina is screaming, “Me! Me! Me!”

He just looks at me. Eyes glittering with masculine confidence. And I try with all my might to keep my seams from popping.

Okay. Ooookay. Meltdown on aisle one.

Burning up, I fan myself and try to steady my breath. It’s impossible. My voice sounds foreign to my own ears. “I knew you were direct. I didn’t know you were going to dirty-talk my ear off.”

He reaches slowly for me and wraps his powerful hand around the back of my neck.

“Sweetheart, this is the kind of man you get when you say yes to me. I want to be clear on this, Avery. I want you. I’m dying to take you.”

“I… I’m a little s-shocked over here. You might need to find a defibrillator.”

“I know CPR,” he says quickly with a wicked grin.

I laugh, sounding like I’ve lost my marbles. “I have a feeling you know a few other tricks.”

My imagination runs away from me and I shiver from head to toe.

He makes a rough sound as he holds my gaze, his eyes full of every dirty thing he wants to do. “I’m more than capable of taking care of you, gorgeous. But this is what I need you to know. You’re safe with me, Avery.” He brushes the coarse pad of his thumb over my cheek, then says, “I might be an animal, but you say no, you say slow down, you say go easy, and I will do exactly what you want. Always. You’re always safe.”

“Thank you,” I whisper with my heart trying to tear out of my throat.

God, I want this man. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.

Our breathing is loud as we stare at each other. The air is crackling until I slip out of my jacket. Then the space in the truck of his cab goes white hot electric. His breathing grows rougher.

I’m about to do something so nuts… I don’t even know who I am right now. It’s like my shell cracked open and this crazy woman came out.

The sound of the zipper on my jeans is insanely loud.

I push them off as I kick out of my little black slip-on sandals. Cool air from his truck vents makes goosebumps rise all over my legs.

“You know that thing you said you wanted to do in the truck…” I motion toward the steering wheel.

His body tenses. I slip off my panties and start to crawl toward him. “I’d like to try that. Now. Before I orgasm from just looking at you.”

With a feral growl, and a flick of his wrist, he frees his ridiculously big cock. If I let myself look at it too long, it will scare the life out of me.

So, I keep my eyes on his eyes instead.

He holds up a hand. “Give me a second. Just one.” And it barely takes that for him to sheathe himself with a condom that was in his wallet. Then he lifts me, like I weigh nothing, and settles me across his lap. Tucking my knees along his thighs. His thick, scorching hot, cock is pressed between us.

He takes my face in his big, strong hands. Rubs his thumbs back and forth over my cheeks. “I must have had a coronary because craziness like this only happens in heaven or movies.”

Some of the tension eases in my chest. I manage a tiny strained laugh. “I can’t believe it either. I cannot believe I’m climbing on my boss’s lap, in his truck on the side of the road. I’ve lost my mind.”

“We’ve lost our minds. But right now, it’s fucking glorious.” His breathing speeds as his cock throbs between us. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

His fingers find my clit, circle around through my folds. “God, you are wet for me. I don’t like to fuck without foreplay because I’m so big, I’ll hurt you, but…”

I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of his fingers on the place I’ve been dying to feel them.

“But what?” I ask from somewhere in outer space.

“We’ll go easy.”

“Okay,” I breathe in a rush, because I’d pretty much agree to anything right now except getting out of this truck without feeling him touch me.

Brows drawing together, he studies me. “Hold on. You’re shaking.”

My words come out in a rush. “I’m excited.”

“But not afraid?”

I lift my lashes. We’re eye to eye now. I always have to look up at Brock. Something about being on even ground makes me braver. "No. I’m not afraid. I can’t tell you why. But I’m not going to overanalyze it. I just want you. Please, Brock, just make the ache stop.”

The sound that comes from his throat is primal and incredibly sexy. It sears through my blood, floods my pussy with heat. He raises me with strong hands and aligns me on his cock. As he lowers me down onto him, he wraps me in his arms.

He’s big. So big. I can’t move. All I can do is enjoy the delicious stretch of him filling me.

Flexing his fingers against my hips he breathes out in short, hard breaths. “Finally. Finally. You are so worth the wait, sweetheart.”

For a few seconds, I just close my eyes and breathe. Safe. I’m safe. Brock’s got me. Just this once, I can let go.