Page 33 of Denim & Diamonds

“Yeah, definitely. We can stop and pick up some takeout on the way. What are you in the mood to eat? I keep a folder on my phone with my favorite restaurant menus.”

Brock smirked. “Trust me, what I’m hungry for isn’t on any menu.”

***

A streak of sunlight slipped between the blinds, rousing me from sleep. I found Brock standing next to the window in his boxer briefs. He stared out between the slats, looking lost in thought.

I pushed up to my elbows. “Hey. What are you doing out of bed so early? ”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“And here I thought I did such a great job wearing you out last night.”

Brock smiled. He walked around the bed and sat down next to me. Lifting my hand to his mouth, he kissed the top. “I feel like a fish out of water here, Feb.”

My heart squeezed. I pulled the sheet to cover my bare breasts and sat up. “Here in New York or here with me?”

“Definitely not here with you. This City just overwhelms me. It’s got too many damn people and too much noise.”

“It’s undeniably different than Maine.”

“How do you ever feel settled? Or relax with all the crap going on out there?”

I smiled. “I’m not sure I do. I basically run on adrenaline eighteen hours a day and then crash because I’m exhausted.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy.”

I weaved my fingers with his and squeezed. “I loved the time I spent with you in Maine. It’s beautiful up there and so peaceful. But if I’m being honest, I like the honking and sirens. I feel alive here in New York.”

“I feel alive, too. Like someone put two paddles on my chest and turned the voltage up to full blast.” Brock looked down at our joined hands and stayed quiet for a long time. “Is there anything important to you located above 82 nd Street?”

“What do you mean?”

He shook his head. “I hate that damn subway. I figured the park is about a forty-five-minute walk from here.”

“I’m not following... ”

He looked me in the eyes. “I’m not sure I’m wired for the constant rush of this place, but if this is what you love and what you need, I’m willing to find a way to make it work for me on a part-time basis.”

My heart started to race. “Oh my God, Brock. Really?”

He nodded. “Neither of us wants to give up everything. So why not both give up a little and see if we can work out fitting into each other’s lives? Think you can meet me halfway, or at least a third of the way? Come up to see me some weekends?”

I whipped the sheet off and crawled over to straddle his lap. “I can definitely do that.”

“Then I guess I got myself a girlfriend, if that’s what you want?”

I nodded fast. “ I want. I want .”

Brock held up a finger. “But no more subway. That shit is horrible.”

“You’ve got a deal. We’ll just do a lot of walking, boyfriend .

” I smiled and pressed my lips to his, and we fell into a long, passionate kiss—one I hoped told him how happy he’d just made me.

Lord knows, Brock certainly felt happy, at least part of him did anyway.

He was rapidly hardening beneath me. When our kiss broke, I wriggled from his lap and stood.

Brock grabbed my hand. “Where do you think you’re going?”

My answer was to drop to my knees and reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I’m going to show you how happy you’ve just made me.”

“If that’s how you display happiness, you can expect me to keep you smiling a lot .”

I licked the wide crown and swirled my tongue around, looking up beneath my lashes as I took the taste of him into my mouth. “Show me, Brock. Show me how you like to be sucked.”

“Fuck,” he growled. “You couldn’t be any more perfect.”

Brock dug one of his big hands into the back of my hair and wound a clump tightly around his fist. “Open wide, sweetheart.”

My body tingled with anticipation as I lowered my jaw and hovered over the length of him. He guided my head down slowly, then used my hair to gently pull me back up again. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as he slipped out almost to the tip. “Just like that, beautiful. Suck my cock just like that.”

He guided my head down again, the second time making me take him a little deeper.

Brock’s dick swelled in my mouth as we fell into a rhythm.

When I moaned, his grip on my head tightened, and he started to move me faster.

A switch seemed to flip, and he went from cautious thrusts to more carnal ones.

Before he’d been holding back, stopping when he reached a certain point in my throat, not forcing me to take the full length of him.

But now he pushed my head all the way down, letting out a string of curses as he hit the back of my throat.

My eyes watered as I swallowed his thick, full length, and I felt a bite of pain when he yanked my head back up by my hair—though it turned me on more than I could’ve imagined.

“Babe,” Brock growled. “I’m going to come. Fuck , I’m gonna explode .”

The throaty sound of his voice and the way the words shook as he tried to restrain himself made me desperate to break his last bit of self-control .

Brock loosened his grip on my hair, giving me the chance to pull away before he came. But I didn’t want to stop. Instead, I looked up at him again, letting him know I’d heard his warning before lunging forward and swallowing him to the root without any guidance.

“Fuck,” he roared. “ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! ”

Hot cum streamed down my throat, while Brock’s body pulsed and jerked. He was still panting a minute later when I wiped my mouth and climbed to my feet.

“Jesus Christ, babe.” He gulped air. “ That might be able to get me on the subway.”

I giggled. “I’ve actually seen that done on the subway.”

Brock hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Come here.” He ran his knuckles down my cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“I really want to make this work, Red.”

“I do, too.”

“Just to be clear, I’m not saying that because of the incredible blow job.”

I laughed. “Sure, you’re not.”

His lip twitched. “Alright, you might’ve given me a bit more incentive…”

I leaned in and rubbed my nose against his. “I really want it to work, too.”

“I’m crazy about you, Red.”

“I’m crazy about you, too, Lumberjack.”