She should not be doing any digging, though. That was Chase’s job.
“Figured, might as well. I have the RCMP database at my disposal. Couldn’t hurt to look into Myles a bit. See if he’s got a file in HR on sexual harassment and stuff.”
“And?”
Fuck. What had she found?
Her mouth drooped into a frown. “Not much.”
“But I think I’m going to talk to Wendy and Marlise. They both slept with Slade. I’d like to see if he was as rough and forceful with them as he was with me.”
Brock really didn’t like the idea of Krista digging around on Slade. If Slade found she was snooping in his past, shit could hit the fan for her. And it’s not like Brock could just barge into the station and throttle a cop.
Clenching his jaw, he moved his hand to her elbow and encouraged her to stand up. She did. “Let’s talk about it over dinner. The baby needs food. And I’m starving, too.”
A coy smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. He motioned for her to begin climbing the stairs.
“Another stir-fry?” she asked, heading up the steps.
He grunted, wishing their relationship was more than just roommates who fucked and that he could reach out and pinch her ass. “Kung Pao. Baby needs vegetables.”
“Mmm.”
“Hungry?”
She reached the top of the stairs, then lifted her shirt over her head. “Not for food. It’s been a shitty day, and I’d rather forget it altogether if I can. Even just for a bit. What do you say,roomie?”
Brock’s stomach grumbled at the same time his cock jumped to life in his jeans. “You are a horny little thing, aren’t you?” He grunted, removing his black T-shirt and following her into the kitchen. Suddenly his hunger could wait. Hehadn’t gotten laid on the regular like this in ages and couldn’t remember the last time the sex was this good, either.
She nibbled on her lip again. “When you look like that I am.” Her eyes drank him down, lingering long on his abs and pecs before fixating on his biceps. She seemed to love his arms, digging her nails into his muscles whenever she came. Unlike the marks on her wrist, he loved the marks Krista left on his skin. Bite marks and nail trenches, scratches up his back. She really was a little lioness, and he loved it.
He took a few steps toward her, reaching for the button on her pants. He had her naked in seconds. Now all he had to do was get her beneath him. Her chest heaved with each breath, and he allowed his eyes to drift down her body. Her hands cradled her lower abdomen, and that’s when he noticed a faint, but noticeable—because he’d put it there—bump. It was barely discernible, and to anyone else they would have just chalked it up to maybe a second cinnamon bun at lunch or something. But they both knew better. He allowed his big hand to cover hers, and for just a moment, they stood there quietly in the kitchen, her completely naked and him nearly the same, bonding over the little miracle in her belly.
She smiled up at him, linking her fingers with his. “It’s official. I’m starting to show.”
He grinned back, his heart rate picking up at the intimacy of her actions. It was one thing to be balls deep inside her, but the gentleness of her touch, of their linked fingers was freaking him out. He swallowed down the nerves and made sure his smile was extra big. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
Her eyes were glassy and full of emotions as she gazed up at him. “Who are you, Brock Hart? I can’t figure you out. Bossy and demanding one minute and then sweet and saying all the right things the next.” Her smile was small. “Some days I feel like I’m living with two different men.”
He swallowed and tried to remain in control. Since she moved in, he’d felt like hewastwo different men, and it was freaking him the fuck out. He droppedhis hand from her belly, unlinking their fingers in the process. His smile faded as well. He needed to get back to the task at hand. And that task was fucking. Fucking he could do.
She seemed to be waiting for him to answer. She cocked her head sexily to the side and nibbled on that goddamn bottom lip again. But he had no answer for her. He didn’t recognize himself either. So instead he did what he could, what he wanted to do, what they bothneededhim to do. He took her. Hard.
Their bodies mashed together as he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her toward him, devouring her mouth and forcing her lips apart. Lips roamed, teeth nipped and hands frantically peeled away the last shreds of clothing that remained on his body. She leaped up onto his hips without warning and locked her ankles around his back. His hands had a firm grip on her luscious ass, and with driving force, he bulldozed them over to the nearest wall, plastered her up against it and slammed home.
He pumped up into her with rhythmic vigor, his arms flexing with the weight of her petite frame. He dug his fingers into the plump flesh of her ass, relishing the way the globes contracted as she met him thrust for thrust as best she could.
She snagged his bottom lip between her teeth and chuckled when he gasped from the sudden snap of pain. It felt like she’d drawn blood, but he didn’t care. He loved his little lion and how ferocious she could be. Her nails raked down his back, clawing at him, grappling and pulling him harder and deeper into her. He growled as he nipped her shoulder, allowing his mouth to slowly travel farther down her arm, alternating between naughty bites and sensual kisses. But then his mouth landed on the bruise. On Slade’s hand print, wrapped purple and blue around her tiny, pale wrist, and he fucking lost it.
Like a rabid beast, he let out a growl that made her eyes flash open and her whole body tremble against his. He picked up speed, hammering into her even harder, claiming her, all of her. Demolishing any trace or mark that Slade may have made on her body. She would never belong to anybody but Brock ever again. Nobody else could have her.
He was seconds away from coming. Everything felt so damn good—the way her hot little pussy squeezed him like a fist, her nails digging into his biceps, and her teeth on his neck. The woman was vicious, and he loved it. He’d never felt more alive than when inside Krista. She tightened herself even more around him, tossed her head back against the wall and let go.
“Oh … G … od!”
He lifted his head up to watch her. Her eyes fluttered shut so she could ride out the waves of euphoria in the dark. He let his mouth fall to the crook of her neck, nipped her just below the ear, inhaled her sweet scent and joined her in her bliss.
He poured himself inside her, finding his release and letting his walls, the walls he’d so carefully built around himself, crumble down for just a second.
