Her hands halted, and she flattened them on his chest. Confusion mixed with need in her expression. “Brock, there’s too much between us. You’re not telling me the truth.”
He jerked slightly, tugging back her head and enjoying her quick intake of breath. “You and I are separate from all the bullshit in our lives.” The woman had a right to make her own decisions, especially one this absolute. Even so, he didn’t have it in him to play fair, so he left his fist in her hair and his fingers on her trembling thigh. “This is your decision.”
“What?” She blinked and dropped her gaze back to his mouth.
He tightened his hold until she couldn’t move her head and watched as her eyes widened in surprise and then need. “If you want, I’ll take you back to Flossy’s right now.” He’d have to keep watch to make sure she stayed safe. “But if you stay, you’re all in. No more hiding behind a cold case, no matter what we find out. No more trying to stay emotionally absent. You decide to remain with me tonight? You’re staying and seeing us through.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking both scared and hopeful. “Brock, that’s crazy.”
“Maybe,” he allowed. “But it’s absolute. I give you my word that I don’t know who shot Hank, killed Tammy, or destroyed that EVE victim who disappeared. Regardless, all of that stays separate from us. From you and me. No matter what we find out, we’re in this together. I don’t do the dating game—or any other games. This is it. I feel it, you feel it, and you’re no coward. In or out, Olly?”
She took in a deep breath and exhaled, so much cautious hope in her eyes that it looked like she might refuse. “I’ll do my job, and if that means arresting one of your brothers, it’s going to happen.”
“That’s fine. We’ll deal with it if it happens. But we’re solid regardless.” He’d have to find a good lawyer.
“I don’t see how, but I’ll give it a chance. Okay.” She steeled her shoulders, even though he still controlled her head. “All in, then.”
His body settled, and his mind cleared. “Good choice.” Then he kissed her again, giving her all of him. Somehow, kissing her felt like a new experience. No question remained—she was the one for him. Liquid flames spread through his veins, gliding like century-old wine throughout his entire body. Need pounded harsh and wild in his groin. Nerves fired down his spine, up his legs, and right to his balls with a fiery demand. He finally gave her what she wanted, sliding the pads of his fingers across her sex and dipping into her panties.
She moaned into his mouth, and he scraped his thumb across her clit, setting her off. The climax took her hard and fast, and the second she relaxed, he pressed two fingers inside her, prolonging the waves consuming her body.
Even then, he didn’t release her sweet mouth. Instead, he gently bit her bottom lip, smiling as she jumped. Then he kissedthe small nip. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he turned and laid her on the rug, pushing her down and kissing her neck, clavicle, and then her breasts. He looked up to see her dark hair pillowed all around her with the barely there burning embers from the fire he’d stoked that morning illuminating her like a goddess. “You’re beautiful, Ophelia.” And she was all his.
She watched him, her eyes soft, her body moving against his. Reaching for him, she caressed his cock. “I’m on the pill, Brock. And I’m safe.”
“I just had a checkup and am safe.” He couldn’t wait any longer. Steadying himself on his knees, he wrapped one arm around her waist and partially lifted her, flipping her onto her hands and knees. Grabbing her hips, he started pushing inside her. She gasped and arched her back, but he was relentless, finally burying himself to the hilt.
Nothing in the entire world had ever felt so good. Her body pulsed around him, caressing him, clamping on so strongly his fingers dug into her hips. He slid out, torturing them both, and then slammed back in. She moaned his name.
At the sound, he lost control. Gripping her tightly, he pounded into her, his vision going dark. Hard and fast, he went as deep as possible, feeling her all around him. Her body started to quake, and he instantly slapped her ass. Hard. “Not until I say,” he ground out.
She whimpered and somehow tightened even more around him. The woman might fucking kill him. The sound of flesh on flesh and their ragged breaths filled the night, and the smell of wild strawberries surrounded them both. His body heated, and electricity zapped down his torso to land in his balls. She threw her head back, and all that glorious hair fell down her spine.
Her body trembled again, and he could feel her quaking around him. His hand automatically landed on her butt again, and she squeaked, stilling. “Don’t even think it,” he warned,hammering into her even harder. The fire roared for him, and he was almost there. She felt tight, hot, and so wet he never wanted this to end.
Her body clenched around him tighter than any vise, and flames licked through him. “Now,” he ordered, sending her over.
She cried out, her body undulating as the climax took her. Pleasure blasted through him, and he shuddered as her sweet body constricted around his cock with a vicious heat. He emptied himself into her, letting her wring him out. Her body softened and went lax. She murmured his name.
It was absolutely everything.
While he still had the strength, he pulled out of her, lifted her around the waist to spin and toss over his shoulder, stood on shaky legs, and then walked to his bedroom. “Round one is a tie. Let’s see who wins the next few.”
Ophelia finished showeringwhile Brock cooked breakfast, thankful to have a little space. The night had been both wild and incredible, but in the morning light, she felt unsettled. Perhaps a little vulnerable. Or a lot. She’d never felt like that before. He’d been thorough and controlling in a way she wouldn’t have guessed she’d like.
She would’ve been wrong.
Slipping out of the shower, she wrung her hair out, letting the mass dry down her back. Then she borrowed one of his overlarge flannels and padded out barefoot. The smell of bacon hit her first, and her stomach grumbled, so she continued beyond the fireplace to the kitchen, stopping short at seeing both Christian and Ace sitting at the table.
Brock placed a heaping platter of scrambled eggs and bacon on the surface before moving for her. Then, in front of two of his brothers, he curled his hand around her nape, leaned down, and kissed her. It wasn’t a sweet peck or even a good-morning smooch. It was full-on, hot, and possessive.
Her mind spun, and her body swayed toward his. Warmth brushed her front, and heat blasted down her entire body. How she could react to him like this after such a consuming night, she’d never understand. Then he turned her. “Olly and I are together. Period.”
Ace blinked, his eyes bloodshot and his whiskers longer than the last time she’d seen him. “Congrats?”
Christian didn’t blink. Didn’t so much as twitch. His dual-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and his whiskers were neatly trimmed somehow. “She’s a Fed.”
“I’m fully aware of her job,” Brock countered. “But she’s mine. You’ll protect her as such.”
