He raises his eyebrow and I know his interest has piqued.
“You scare me?” I whisper.
Tenderness crosses his face. “Why?”
“I’m just one girl. You’ll probably be bored with me in a week.”
He shakes his head as he wraps his arms around me, and in that moment, I know it’s going to be all right. “You’re an idiot.” He bends and gently kisses my lips. “I’ll probably be bored of you in two days.”
I giggle. “Please work on some new romantic material,” I mutter dryly.
He kisses me. “This is how I am.”
“I like you how you are.” I squeeze him in my arms. “But as the boss of us, I would like you to research the romantic material manual, please.”
He chuckles. “I’ll look into that.”
“I’ve had the worst week, and I’m terrified this is going to fall apart and you’re going to hurt me?” I whisper.
He brushes the hair back from my forehead and studies my face. “Maybe.” He shrugs. “I don’t know, Tully, I’ve never done this before.” Our lips meet again.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” I whisper up at him.
He smiles against my lips. “What?”
“You teach me the physical things that you need me to know, and I’ll teach you the emotional stuff that I need you to know.”
His eyes search mine. “I don’t know how good of student I’ll be.”
I reach up and brush his hair back from his forehead. “I’m just asking you to try, Brock.”
He nods and wraps his arms around me. “Okay.” He kisses me softly. “We can try.”
I smile into the darkness, my heart racing wildly in my chest. His body is still inside mine as he lies behind me.
I’m back in his arms and all is right in the world. He tenderly kisses the side of my face and I smile against him as he holds me close. He feels it, too, I know he does.
We just made love, and unlike all the other times, he was gentle and loving and everything feels so right. He slowly slides out of me and kisses my lips as he holds my jaw in his strong hands. “You want a glass of water?” he asks.
“Please.” I doze back off in the darkness.
“Here you go.” I open my eyes to see Brock in front of me holding my phone out.
I lean up onto my elbow. “Huh?”
“Call him.”
“What?”
“Call him and tell him you’re with me. You’re not to speak to him again unless I’m in the room.”
I frown as I look up at him. “What?”
“You heard me.” He sips the water from his glass casually. “Dial the number. Now.”
“I’m not calling him with you listening.”
He stands at the side of the bed completely naked. “Oh, yes, you are.” He rearranges his dick with his hand. “You want to do this thing between us.” He raises his chin defiantly. “Let’s go.”
“Let’s go? What the fuck does let’s go mean?”
“It means I don’t do things by halves, and if you belong to me then I won’t have you speaking to him when I’m not here.”
“We’re friends, Brock.” What the hell?
“No. Your friends are Callie and that weird girl. This other guy is your ex and I don’t do exes.” He clenches his jaw and I can see his agitation building. “If you’re with me, you don’t fucking talk to him.”
“Brock, this is going to be a drawn-out, painful conversation. It may take hours.”
He sits on the bed. “I’ve got all night.”
“I’m not doing it with you listening, Brock.” I get out of bed in a rush and storm into the bathroom. “I can’t believe that you even think that I would.”
He storms into the bathroom behind me. “Oh, you better believe it. We can drive around to his house if you’d prefer.” He nods as if processing that thought. “Yeah. Let’s do that. Let’s go and see him together. I want to meet this fucker, anyway.”
I turn the shower. “Have you gone fucking crazy?”
“All week I’ve been going fucking going crazy, Tully, thinking you were with him.”
I scowl and get under the hot water. “You’re an idiot. Why would I be with him when I was calling you every minute of the day? He lives in Melbourne and he’s going to London. I haven’t been with him for eight months.”
He crosses his arms and glares at me.
“What?” I snap. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t do the jealousy thing, Brock.”
“I do.” He growls. “Get fucking used to it.” He storms out of the bathroom and I hear him go downstairs.
I close my eyes as my heart beats hard in my chest. Simon was never jealous.
Not once. God, Brock’s like another species of man entirely, one I’m not used to.
I take my time to shower, and then I put his robe on and head downstairs. I find him lying on the sofa pretending to watch television. I know that Simon is in the air flying to London, so I’m going to let him think that he won.
“Fine, I’ll call him now,” I say.
Brock snaps as his eyes stay glued to the television.
I bite my bottom lip to hide my smile and I dial the number. I hate to admit it but having a guy getting jealous over me feels kind of hot. The phone rings.
Oh shit, what if he actually answers?
You have reached Simon Austin.
Your call is important to me.
Leave a message after the beep.
Have a nice day.
I smile as I hear the message. His voice is such a contrast to the aggressive message on Brock’s machine. I wait for the beep.
“Hi, Simon, it’s Tully. I really need to talk to you. I’ll call you back tomorrow night.” I glance over at Brock, and he raises his chin in satisfaction, thinking he’s won that argument.
Little does he know I’ll be calling Simon tomorrow when he’s not around.
There is no way I’m having this conversation in front of Brock.
I hang up. “Are you happy now?” I ask.
He pats his lap, and I smile and crawl over to him, curling up in a ball when he kisses my forehead. “Don’t fuck me around with him, Tully. I won’t stand for it.”
I snuggle into his chest and I can feel him begin to relax. “I’m not going to, Brock. There is no need to be jealous. I’m a one-man kind of girl and I’m with you now.” I kiss his chest.
He puts his pointer finger under my chin and lifts my face to meet his. “I don’t do things in halves,” he whispers. “If I’m in, I’m all in.”
“I know.” I smile softly, and I have to wonder if this is the reason he has never gone down the girlfriend path before. Maybe all in has always been too much for him to take. “How about you put that big dick all in?” I whisper as I widen my eyes to lighten the mood.
He smirks and then pulls me over his lap to straddle him. he looks up at me as I brush his dark hair back from his face. We fall silent and just stare at each other.
“I really like you.” I smile softly.
“You’d better.”
I wake to the feeling of a large erection in my back. Brock is nestled against me.
“Good morning, Tully Pocket.” His lips drop to my neck.
I reach back and cup his face. “Good morning.” I smile. “Is that thing always hard?”
“Only when it’s around you.”
“Hmm.” I smile sleepily. “Smart dick.”
He kisses my shoulder. “Genius, actually.”
I giggle as I roll onto my back. “And what does your genius dick have to tell me this morning, Mr. Marx?”
He looks down at me with his big brown eyes, his face alight with mischief. He looks so playful. I run my fingers through his thick hair, and then down over the dark stubble on his face. “He just wanted to check on your girls.”
“My girls?” I frown.
“Yeah. You know? Your party girls.”
He cups my breast and then runs his hand from my knee up to my thigh where his fingers find that spot between my legs. He circles at just the right pressure. He pats my sex, as if I am supposed to know what that means.
My brows rise and I giggle. “My vagina is my party girl?”
He nods slowly with a naughty grin. “One of them.”
“What’s her name?” I smirk.
He narrows his eyes. “Princess Pussy Porridge.”
“What the hell?” I burst out laughing. “Porridge? What the hell is porridge.”
He chuckles as he bends and takes my nipple into his mouth before moving on to trail kisses down my stomach. “The breakfast of champions, that’s what it is.”
I smile goofily as he pulls my legs back to the mattress and sucks hard.
My breath catches instantly and I’m rendered speechless.
“Feed me, wench.” He growls as he bites me, and I laugh, resting my hands on the back of his head.
God, this man is simply delicious.