Page 69 of Denim & Diamonds

Oh God. Two words. That’s all it took, and I was on fire. I ached for this man.

“Walk to the kitchen counter,” he gritted. “Don’t turn back around.”

My body pulsed with electricity. I would’ve done anything he said. I stepped to the kitchen counter and held on to the edges.

Brock walked up behind me. The sound of his belt buckle coming undone and zipper going down was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. “I don’t have any fucking condoms.”

“I don’t care. I have an IUD, and I trust you.”

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.