Page 25 of Denim & Diamonds

He wrapped one arm around my waist and hoisted me up to my toes. His other hand pushed me down against the countertop. “The only thing you should trust right now is that you’re not going to be able to walk right tomorrow.”

Brock laid his body over me and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to leave marks.”

I whimpered. “I want you to.”

He reached between my legs, pushed my underwear aside, and groaned when he touched me. “Fucking wet. You knew I’d give you whatever you wanted. I’m just a fucking toy to you.”

“You’re not a—”

Whatever I was about to say was lost when I felt him nudging my entrance.

His smooth, hot cock was hard as steel. All of the air left my body as he pushed inside.

Brock buried himself in one rough thrust, not stopping until his hips were flush against my ass.

One of us was shaking, but I couldn’t be sure which .

“Is this what you want?” he growled. “You want to feel how angry I am with you?”

“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes, please.”

Brock grumbled a string of curses as he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in deep.

He did it again and again, over and over.

It was harsh and angry, but nothing had ever felt so good.

I was going to be sore as hell tomorrow, probably have a bruise or two on my ass, but right now I felt nothing but pure ecstasy.

My orgasm hit brutally hard, which seemed fitting considering the mood.

“Brock!”

He kept going, thrusting harder and harder. My legs shook, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck! ” His roar echoed around the empty room as he sank deep and stilled. I could feel his heat seeping into me, and my body pulsed all around him.

After, we were both panting. Brock stayed bent over me, his front to my back. He turned his head and rested his cheek against my body. When I felt wetness, I knew he was crying.

“Brock…”

“Don’t—”

I swallowed and nodded.

We stayed that way for a very long time, both crying silent tears and holding on tight. Eventually, Brock disappeared into what I suspected was a bathroom and came back with a towel. Without saying a word, he cleaned me up.

I turned to face him. “Can we stay here for a little while?”

His jaw clenched, yet he nodded .

We sat back in front of the fire, and I rested my head on Brock’s lap. Eventually I must’ve drifted off to sleep. When I woke, the sun was coming up, yet I found Brock in the same position he’d been in when I’d nodded off.

“Have you been sitting there like that this whole time?”

“I got up to add wood to the fire a few times.”

“You didn’t sleep?”

He looked over at me. “I can’t let you leave with what we did earlier.

You deserve better.” Brock took my hands, weaved our fingers together, and brought them both to his mouth for a kiss.

“When I get over the anger, I’m going to remember you for what you are: a woman worth the risk of getting hurt, a woman who isn’t an angry fuck, but someone you make love to. ”

Tears filled my eyes once again. Brock pressed his lips to mine, and every pent-up emotion I’d been holding back found its way into the kiss. It was passionate, beautiful, even. In that moment, I made the decision to give myself to him fully, even if I might never be the same after.

Brock guided me to lie back and climbed on top of me.

When he lined himself up at my opening this time, he kept his gaze locked on mine while he pushed inside.

He glided back and forth lovingly, taking his time and going slow.

Once he was fully seated, his eyes closed briefly.

“I’ve always thought a little place by the lake was heaven.

I was wrong. Being inside you is better. You feel incredible, February.”

We moved together, our bodies rocking in unison, kissing like the lovers we were right now. It was the most connected and emotional experience of my life. Brock became my world, and in the moment, I never wanted to live anywhere else.

Too soon though, the tension grew to be too much. As much as I didn’t want the moment to end, it was coming, fast and furious. Brock’s thrusts grew harder, his jaw tightened, but neither of us could stop it.

“Brock…”

“Right there with you, sweetheart.” His voice was strained. “I feel you squeezing me.”

My orgasm took root, and my eyes fluttered closed.

“Open, February. I want to watch you give everything to me, at least this once.”

That was all it took. I moaned as my body contracted and pulsed, feeling waves of warmth spread through my chest. When I started to come down from the high, Brock sped up his thrusts. He looked into my eyes as he released, and I will never, ever forget the moment.

He kissed my lips gently for a long time after, still gliding in and out. Brock pushed my sweaty hair back from my face. “Crazy about you, Red.”

I turned and kissed the palm of his hand with a smile. “Crazy about you, too, Lumberjack.”

***

We pulled up to Sierra after the sun was already up.

“You want me to drop you at the door?” he asked. “They can’t kick you out when you’re being discharged today anyway.”

I smiled. “Nah. I’ll use the ladder for old times’ sake.”

We drove around the back of the building, and Brock pulled up at our usual spot under my window. He killed the engine.

After I gave him his phone back, I made sure he had my actual cell phone number.

“I don’t know how to say goodbye to you,” I whispered.

“So don’t.” He pushed up his shirt sleeve, revealing his wrist, and unhooked a bracelet he always wore. It was a simple silver bar. I’d noticed it a few times before but had never gotten around to asking if it had any significance—one of the many things I’d never get to ask.

“Give me your wrist,” he said.

I held out my hand, and he clasped the bracelet around it.

“My grandparents got together a month before my grandfather went into the military. She was a jewelry maker and made him this. The numbers engraved on the bar are the coordinates to the land you were on today—where I’m building my house.

It was their land for fifty years. I want you to have this in case you ever decide to come back.

That way you’ll always know where to find me. ”