“Ready for you, baby,” he said.
She went up on her elbows. “I want to taste it first.”
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at her words. “You don’t have—”
His words turned into a moan as she moved forward and took his tip into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth—he really was big—and she tasted Brock for the first time. Salty and perfect, like the rest of him. She slid her tongue down his shaft then twirled it around the base of the tip while Brock dug his hands into her shoulders and said her name.
After a minute, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and tipped her chin up. His eyes were wild and shining. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that, and that’s not how I want it to happen. Not the first time.”
He picked her up and centered her on the bed. Brock straddled her while he looked down the entire length of her body. His fingers trailed down her belly, raising goosebumps until they got to her panties. She lifted up as he removed them and tossed them aside. She thought he would enter her immediately—his cock was weeping—but he bent and kissed her belly first. Then he moved lower, blowing warm breath over her most sensitive areas, until his tongue found her clit. He thrust into her with his fingers while he flicked her clit with his tongue. Her pleasure built as the room went out of focus. Everything he did sent her higher and closer to her release.
When she felt the first waves crash over her, she cried out his name. As her orgasm ebbed, Brock stroked her gently, easing off at the perfect rate. He kissed his way back up her torso until the head of his cock nudged her opening.
“Yes,” she whispered. And he entered her. He drove in deep, filling her, stretching her, letting her know how much he wanted her. That he couldn’t live without her. “Brianna,” he growled. “Need you so much. Need you always. I’m where I belong. I’m home inside you. Right where I belong, baby. Always.”
At his words, her desire built again, until she found herself on the brink of a second orgasm.
“Come for me again, baby,” he urged. “Come around my cock. Wanna feel it, Wanna feelyou.”
Her inner walls pulsed as she called his name, and she felt his cock respond. Brock thrust one more time before tensing and roaring her name.
She didn’t care if the neighbors heard—if the entire world heard. Brock was hers, and she was his, and they were safe and together and that’s all that mattered.
Chapter 18
Brock stirred when he heard Brianna make a painful little sound in her sleep. Now that she was past the adrenaline and endorphins, her body was letting her know it was not happy about the wreck yesterday. He rubbed her bare shoulder until she settled again, then got up to get the extra-strength ibuprofen from the kitchen. He was angry at himself for not keeping her ahead of her pain—she should’ve taken a dose before they finally went to sleep and now she’d be chasing the pain this morning. He’d supplement the meds with another massage and make sure she was extra-hydrated to keep her muscles from cramping. Her band was due to perform last in the morning set—somewhere around ten forty-five—which gave her some time to recover. They’d been given the option last night to cancel their performance, but not a single musician would sacrifice the opportunity; not even Twila, who was banged up the most.At least I dislocated my shoulder and not my vocal cordsthe singer had joked.
Brock checked the clock on the microwave—six-fifteen. He’d slept in. He grabbed the bottle of pills and snagged a bottle of water from the fridge and returned to the bedroom. Brianna was half-awake in the early morning light. Her sex-tousled hair lay across the pillow and the sheet was tucked below her breasts, giving Brock a glorious view.
“Time is it?” she asked sleepily. She stretched and grimaced.
“Time for you to take some ibuprofen.” Brock settled on the edge of the bed while Brianna sat up, completely unconcerned about the bedsheet falling to her lap.Oh yeah, I could get used to this every morning. He shook two pills into his hand and passed them to her, then handed her the opened water bottle. “It’s just after six, so we have plenty of time for me to give you a massage and then how about a nice, hot shower?” She took a swig of the water and started to put it down on the nightstand. “Oh no, you need to drink all of that. Staying hydrated will help with the stiffness.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Badger.” She grinned before she downed the water.
He pretended to growl. “I will badger the hell out of you if it means you’ll recover faster.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “Now, lie down on your stomach and I’ll rub your back.”
“Can’t a girl pee first?” she teased. “All that water, you know.”
“Only if I get to watch you walk naked to the bathroom.”
“I think I can do that.” Brianna started to get out of bed and winced. “Damn, I felt fine last night.”
“It’s catching up with you. Where does it hurt?”
“A little bit all over. But, mostly my upper back and shoulders. Kinda sucks, since I have to perform today.”
Brock helped her up. “Let’s see how you feel after a massage and the meds kick in.”
“I hope everyone else is okay,” Brianna said as she walked—blessedly naked—to the en suite bathroom. She closed the door before Brock let his expression show—fury at Jerold Glass. Brock had checked in briefly in the middle of the night, responding to a text from Kyle. It didn’t take much for the cops to catch Glass, and thankfully he and his girlfriend didn’t resist arrest, though Jerold screamed at her the entire time for being ‘too stupid’ to outrun them. The man was obviously disqualified and cooling his heels in jail but that wasn’t enough to cool Brock’s fury. Brock would drop Brianna off at the festival just before the gates opened, then meet up with Kyle and the others for a debriefing.
Brianna came back to bed and Brock spent the next half-hour working out the knots in her back. He made her drink another bottle of water and then they took a nice, long, hot shower together where they got dirty at the same pace that they got clean. The festival’s food stalls were open for breakfast, so they decided to grab a breakfast burrito and coffee there. Brock fought her on the coffee, insisting she stick to water but Brianna swore she could not remember a single note without her caffeine.
“Besides, I’m feeling great after someone spoiled me this morning,” she said as she went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. They were behind the main stage where there was an area for musicians to relax in privacy and get ready for their gig. They stood in the shade of giant cottonwoods, the St. Vrain curving behind them in the woods. The rest of Brianna’s band was there as well as the other contestants, all getting ready to play in a couple of hours. Since one of the groups was down a fiddle player, Brianna and Amber agreed to fill in, switching off in the middle of the set.
“I love to spoil you, as you’ll find out,” Brock responded. “I have to go, but I promise I’ll be here to catch your set.”
“I know you will. I love you.” She kissed him again.
