by Karen Renee
Before he could respond, I pulled away from his fingers, and used my body to push him to his back. My sense of accomplishment was short-lived because he pushed back, and I was on the bottom again.
“Hate to say it, baby, but this first time is gonna be fast as hell, so you’re not on top this round. When you bounce on my dick I want to last long enough to enjoy the whole show. Now, gimme that condom.”
“Nope,” I said, popping the ‘p’.
His chin dipped as he gave me a stern glare.
I smiled. “Lift up. I’ll do the honors for your beautiful cock.”
He closed his eyes and shook his head, but he lifted up and I rolled the condom on expertly.
“Cocks are not beautiful, Sunflower.”
“Neither are pussies, but this is no time to talk about that, B-Rock.”
Hovering over me his eyes glittered. “You are damn beautiful, and so is your pussy, but you’re in no position to judge that beauty. I am, and I’m gonna sink into it right now.”
His cock brushed me once, twice, and then he slowly entered. I wasn’t sure if he went slow because he liked it like that or if he was going slow because I was tight. It had been close to a year since I last had sex, and my eyes closed while I savored the feeling of him inside me. When he was fully seated, he lowered his torso to me, kissing my jaw.
His hands slid down my arms, capturing my hands at our sides. “Your pussy is like a vice, honey. Feels really fuckin’ good.”
I held his gaze, expecting him to withdraw, but his head lowered and he kissed me long and wet. It was a hot kiss, and I tried to free my hands so they could sift into his hair, but he held firm. Our heads slanted, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Our breathing was picking up, and I felt his light smattering of chest hair against my nipples. Again, I tugged against his hold on my hands, but he hummed, “Mm-mmm,” into my mouth.
I tore my lips free. “Brock, I’ve got to touch you, honey.”
A tiny smile curled his lips. “Like it when you call me ‘honey,’ and actually mean it, baby.”
My hands weren’t free, but my legs were, so I planted my feet on the bed so I could grind my hips and give him a hint. It was time to get this train moving.
His eyes flared. “You’re gonna make me lose control, Cecilia.”
“Good,” I whispered, and moved my hips again.
The eye-flare turned into glittering eyes, and he withdrew, only to slam back into me as his lips came down to crush mine. He pounded into me, and demonstrated exactly how relentless he could be. It was fast, forceful, and ferocious. His control had snapped and he released my hands, so I plunged them into his hair before he could break our kiss. Then my hands slid along his body. One went to his chest and I circled his nipple before I pinched it. My other hand went down his back to clutch his ass and hold him closer to me.
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed as he kept at me.
“That’s my line,” he breathed out just before he sucked at my nipple.
“Yes,” I moaned.
With a fist to the mattress, he hovered over me, and his other hand went between us to find my clit. His fingers rubbed at me, and I ground my hips into him.
“Come, Cecilia. Not gonna last much longer,” he said in a supremely husky voice.
No man had ever cared about whether I got mine or not. Not ever. So, I wasn’t sure if it was his order, or just how damn fine his fingers felt, but chills ran down my spine and my orgasm hit with a force I had never experienced. My pussy was still spasming around Brock’s cock when he thrust one last time, lowering his weight to me. His exhale mingled with a low groan and I could feel him twitching inside me, signaling his release.
“Wow,” I breathed and he lifted his head.
“You said it, Sunflower.”
I exhaled sharply. “What’s with this ‘Sunflower’ business?”
“You remind me of one. Golden hair, your gorgeous eyes, plus your long-ass legs and arms.”
My hand skated from his ass up and across his back. “If you say so.”
He grinned. “The song by Post Malone doesn’t hurt either.”
I nodded slowly. “All righty then.”
His skin was softer than I thought it would be beneath my hands. There was a light coating of sweat on him, and I liked that. My mind started down the dangerous path that I liked having sex with Brock. That had to stop. He might seem serious about me, but no way could we be a serious item.
His nose brushed along my jaw. “Sorry to say it, babe, but I gotta get rid of the condom. I’ll be right back. Hope you’re ready for another round because I’m still half hard.”
He pecked my lips and made his way to the bathroom. Watching him go, I saw his ass was even better naked than it was in his snug-fitting jeans. The tan line was just as stark on his back and I again wondered how he got those lines. Not that I was complaining, but he did not strike me as a pool-side lounger. The faucet turned off, and moments later Brock sauntered back to the bed.
“How’d you get so tan?” I blurted. “If you don’t mind me asking. You study outside a lot or something?”
He smirked as he settled in beside me. “Or something.”
I could let it go, but for some reason I wanted to know more. “And that something would be?”
He fluffed a pillow before he settled his head on it. “I like to surf. Don’t get to do it too often, but when I do, I make the most of it. To hear my Pop tell it, I’m gonna make some damn dermatologist a shitload of money when I’m Pop’s age.”
I chuckled. “Well, some SPF goes a long way against that, you know. I’m just glad to hear you’re not one of those guys who lounges by the pool and shit during the summer.”
He snaked an arm under my shoulders. “Nothin’ wrong with layin’ by the pool. Especially if someone as hot as you is there too.”
I turned to look at him. “Well, now, aren’t you smooth?”
“No, now it’s time for you to ride me,” he said, pulling me on top of him.
“Like a cruise?” I asked, referencing the song ‘Sunflower.’
He smiled. “You want to solidify your nickname-sake, have at it, Sunflower. I’m not gonna stop you.”
I WOKE UP NOTICING a heavy weight on me, and after a couple blinks I realized it was Brock’s arm across my torso.
This was new territory for me, too.
On occasion, before I got out of the life, I found myself in bed with my pimp, Marco. But if his arm was on me, then he was waking me with it.
Brock’s arm held a comforting weight of protection and possession.
I liked it, but I couldn’t like it. This was not something I deserved. Even though it might have been bad for me, I soaked up the feeling of his muscular arm on me. That didn’t last long because visions of what it would be like to wake up like this every day quickly filled my mind. If that wasn’t self-torture, I didn’t know what was, so I slowly slid out from under his arm and went to the bathroom.
I did my business and went to the two sinks at the vanity. Between the sinks I spied some mouthwash, so I swished some around for a few seconds while I washed my hands. As I dried my hands on a charcoal-gray hand towel, I realized my dress was on the bedroom floor and I should’ve picked it up beforehand. Quietly, I opened the door, jumping a foot in the air when I saw Brock standing in my way.
“Good heavens, you scared the hell out of me.”
He looked me in the eyes, then trailed his gaze down my body and back up. “You a coffee drinker?”
“Yeah, but I’ll get something when—”
His fingers skated along my chin. “You aren’t leaving yet, honey. I got plans for you this morning.”
My head tilted. “What if I have to be somewhere?”
His lips quirked. “Do you? Because I’m thinking the only place you have to be is in my bed.”
I didn’t have to be anywhere. As enticing as another romp in his bed was, it was a bad idea. Between not being fully awake and contemplating this bad idea, I w
as too slow to answer and Brock called me out.
“Didn’t think so.”
He moved past me into the bathroom, swatting my ass as he did. “Hurry up, Sunflower. I won’t be pleased if you’re not there when I’m finished.”
Shaking my head, I closed the door so he would have some privacy. I grabbed my dress and shoes off the floor and debated getting dressed. Taking orders was not my strong suit, and I wondered if it ever would be. Yet the notion of what Brock’s plans entailed intrigued me.
No. It was better to make this a clean break. Last night was great, and sharing his bed for the night was better since his bed far and away surpassed mine, but he needed to move on. He was way out of my league.
Tying my dress closed and shoving my feet into my heels, I tip-toed out to the living room. I heard the faint sounds of the bathroom door opening when I was half-way to the door. Before I went any further, the doorbell rang with a soft melody. A door on the other side of the living room was wide open, and I heard someone groaning from that room.
Brock stalked past me wearing navy blue basketball shorts which rode low on his angular hips. He looked over his shoulder at me and arched his eyebrow.
“Not happy with you, woman. I get rid of whoever this is, we’re having words.”
“‘Having words’?” I whispered to myself.
Who did he think he was? I was just a chick he brought home from the club. It was high time to get out of there. My purse sat on the breakfast bar, I grabbed it and dug my phone out. As I waited on my Uber app to open, I realized Brock had opened the door and two sets of eyes were on me.
Casting my gaze toward the door, I fought to keep my mouth closed. I didn’t go for men old enough to be my father, but the man standing just inside the apartment was sexy. Between his eyes, the shape of his nose and the set of his lips, there was no doubt he was Brock’s father.
Definitely time to jet.
I looked back down to my phone, but Brock’s irritated voice forced my eyes back to him. He was far closer to me than I expected.
“You better not be settin’ up a fuckin’ Uber.”
My eyes narrowed. “I ‘better not be?’ Did I hear you right?”
“Damn straight,” he said, and snatched the phone out of my hand.
I gasped. “What are you doing? It’s time for me to get out of here, and obviously you have other things going on with your father here. Well, I’m assuming he’s your father, but... gracious, I’m babbling. It’s clear your family is here. I’m just gonna go. So, give me my phone, Brock.”
I couldn’t tell if he cleared his throat or swallowed laughter, but a strange sound came from where the older man stood and Brock and I both looked to him.
“Save it, Pop,” he bit out.
I glared at Brock. “That wasn’t nice. Seriously? You talk to your dad that way?”
A wheezing sound came from the man, and I knew he was holding back laughter.
Brock glared back at me, but his words were directed at his Pop. “Shit ain’t funny, Pop.”
“Sure seems that way from where I’m standing,” a new voice put in.
I looked to the open doorway and saw a sweatpants-but-no-shirt wearing man who could be nobody but Brock’s brother Gabe.
“Fabulous,” I muttered under my breath.
“Fuck off, Gabe.” Brock said over his shoulder. He stepped closer to me. “If you would’ve listened—” Brock started.
“Yeah! If I would’ve listened, things would be all kinds of awkward right now. No thanks. I’m just going to—”
“If I can step in here, miss. You’re right. I’m Brock, and Gabe’s, father,” he said, jerking his head toward Gabe. “Neither of them have anything going on with me exactly. I decided to drop by, unannounced, to take them to breakfast. I do this once, twice a month, when the spirit moves me.”
“More like when Marnie moves him,” Gabe muttered.
“Gabriel. This is the first time I’m meeting this woman. The least you can do is keep the smart-ass in check.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because that sounded just like something my mother would say to me or Tennille if the tables were turned.
As my laughter waned, I thought I heard a strange groan from Brock. He turned toward his father. “Pop, this is Cecilia. Cecilia, this is my pop, Warren Sullivan.”
I stepped forward extending my hand as Warren approached. He took my hand and raised it to his lips. “Pleasure to meet you, Cecilia,” he murmured just before he brushed his lips against my knuckles.
No one had ever greeted me like that, and I was flabbergasted. So I muttered the only word that came to mind, “Likewise.”
“God! Pop, really? You’re gonna scare off the only live one–”
“Gabe,” Brock and his father clipped at the same time.
A sheepish look crossed Gabe’s face as he approached. “Sorry. I’m Gabe, by the way, Cecilia. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, taking my hand and shaking it.
Up close I could see where Brock and Gabe resembled one another, but there were differences. Gabe had a natural happy-go-lucky air about him, and since he was also shirtless I could see his body was muscular but lankier than Brock’s. He was younger, so I wondered if he still had time to bulk up or fill out.
Warren shook his head. “Good Lord. Both of you traipsing around here shirtless with a lady in the house. You, I can see, but Gabe, get an undershirt, at least.”
I widened my eyes at Warren. “It’s all right, really. I’m leaving.”
All three men spoke.
Warren said, “No, you’re not.”
Gabe said, “Don’t do that.”
But Brock’s growly, “Like hell you are,” took all of my focus.
I glared at him and was ready to launch in when Warren spoke again.
“Cecilia, you’re here, my boys are here. And really, having a woman to keep us company will be a refreshing change of pace.”
I smiled as brightly as I could. “No, thank you. Really, I have things to do—”
Brock stepped in front of me. “What are they? Those things?”
I hadn’t expected Brock to do that in front of his father. I stared at him too long.
“Right. You got nothin’.” He looked to Warren, who was sitting down on the sofa to our side. “Don’t let her leave, Pop. Seein’ as I have her phone, it shouldn’t be too hard.”
I lightly poked Brock’s chest. “Why do you care? And why so many questions?”
His eyes glittered at me while his lips quirked up but it didn’t seem like a happy quirk. “I ask a lot of questions, babe. Always have.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say he didn’t last night, but that would have given too much away.
“I’ll be five minutes tops,” he threw a glance over his shoulder. “Gabe you need to—”
“Fuck off, Brock. I’m all about free food even if I’ve only had three hours sleep.”
Remorse moved over Warren’s face. “Sorry, my boy. I should have known you worked last night.”
“No problem, Dad. Be right out.”
The two brothers went opposite directions to their rooms and I was left standing staring at a smiling Warren. “I won’t bite. You can take a load off those high-heels, and I promise I won’t make any small-talk while the boys get ready.”
My chest lurched with a silent chuckle and I planted my ass on the couch next to Brock’s Pop.
I DIDN’T BELIEVE IN a lot of things, but for some crazy reason I believed in guardian angels. It stood to reason that my angel was a high-ranking veteran or had lots of practice. Mainly I figured this because I hadn’t been arrested, hadn’t OD-ed, I didn’t have any STDs...and believe me, at rehab they kept up with that religiously. In my mind, my guardian angel had to have played a role in my ability to stay clean for the last nine months.
Yet again, I had to give serious thanks to my guardian angel. While it was a little thing, my quick prayer that the four of us were seated at a table instead of a rou
nd corner booth was suddenly answered when the IHOP hostess saw a huge puddle of milk on the bench seat.
She turned to Warren, “I’m sorry, sir. Would you mind a table? Or if you give me ten minutes—”
I cut in. “A table would be great. If you don’t mind, Mr. Sullivan?”
Warren gave me a look and I thought he sensed my unease when he nodded at the hostess. It was my intention to sit next to Warren, but Brock’s large hand at my back guided me to a seat next to his. I glanced up at him, but I wasn’t going to put up a fight. His eyes were expectant and when I said nothing he grinned.
Damn the man, but I felt that grin from my chest to my crotch. Hanging my purse on the back, I pulled my chair out and sat down. Brock sat down and quickly draped an arm around my shoulders.
I looked down at his arm and then up to him. “You sure you don’t want your arm on the chair instead of me?”
His lips twitched before he said, “I’m sure.”
I picked up my menu like Warren and Gabe had, but Brock stayed still with his arm on me. Before I could chance a quick glance at him again, Brock leaned toward me. At my ear, he whispered, “Don’t worry about me. I know what I’m having, but it won’t be near as sweet as what I would’ve had for breakfast.”
I turned to my menu while I sighed as quietly as I could.
“Brock Hudson,” Warren admonished. “It’s poor form to say suggestive things to a woman in the presence of others.”
My head shot up. With my focus on Warren, I asked, “I thought it was Rock Hudson?”
Warren chuckled ominously. “Right you are, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I was naming my second-born ‘Rock.’ Hell, Brock was a concession I wasn’t that comfortable with either, but it beat the hell out of Rock.”
Across from me, Gabe unwrapped his silverware. “Yeah, our crazy deadbeat mom named all of us after Hollywood actors from the forties and shit. Our brother Vamp got the best names.”
I tilted my head because the name Vamp sounded familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on why that was. Gabe took my expression as wanting to know what he was talking about.