Seducing the Bridesmaid

by Katee Robert

  Not that she was going to be wearing either long.

  The shoes, though, would stay. He’d already decided that after the first night. Brock unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Then he just looked at her, watching her nipples pebble and her breath hitch.

  “If you could see the way you’re looking at me right now…”

  He brushed his thumb against her nipple and along the underside of her breast. “How’s that?”

  “I don’t have the words.”

  That spoke volumes. Regan always had words. He cupped her breasts, enjoying the feeling of them filling his hands, and then followed the line of her sides down to her panties. Part of him wanted to draw this out and just enjoy touching her, but he felt like he’d been waiting forever to get her into his bed. “Lose these. Leave the heels.”

  “You don’t have to tell me twice.” She climbed off him and stood at the edge of the bed to slide them down her legs.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the growing pile of clothes. Her gaze fastened onto his chest, and he could almost feel the stroke down to the fly of his jeans. Jesus. Brock stood and pulled them off, leaving him standing as naked as she was.

  “It’s really not fair how amazing your body is.” She reached out a shaking hand to touch first his arm, then his chest, then down his stomach. “Not even a little bit.”

  “Come here.”

  Her eyes drifted closed as he wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her, trying to put the whirlwind of emotions he felt into the way his tongue stroked along hers, his hands digging into her hips, the moan he couldn’t hold back when she reached between them to touch him.

  But she wasn’t getting away with guiding things—not after the last few times.

  With a grin, he tumbled her back onto the bed, earning a laugh. Even sprawled out, with her hair everywhere, she was a study in perfection. Regan pushed her hair out of her face. “Tease.”

  She had no idea. He slid down her body, taking his time exploring her, the curve of her hips, her toned ass, and those legs. Christ, her legs were enough to bring a man to his knees. He stroked her from hip to ankle once, twice, three times, until she was shaking from the near innocent touch.

  “These fucking shoes. You know, I used to be a boob man, but I think you’ve ruined me.”

  “Told you so.”

  He took an ankle in each hand and spread her legs slowly, until she was completely exposed to him. She didn’t fight, didn’t argue, didn’t do anything but arch her back a little to give him a better view. “You’re going to keep these on.” He knew he’d said it before, but Brock couldn’t get over the image of her naked except for these goddamn pink heels. It was one that would be permanently imprinted on his mind.

  “Mm-hmmm.”

  He moved back up to settle between her thighs. She was already so wet for him, he nearly groaned as he explored her with his fingers, paying close attention to what made her catch her breath and moan. Finally, the temptation was too much. He leaned down and dragged his tongue over her. Her entire body went taut, but there was no finesse or teasing now. He wanted to feel her come against his mouth and he wanted it now.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Regan nearly thrashed them both off the bed at the first contact his tongue made. Brock’s growling laugh against her heated flesh didn’t do a damn thing to calm her racing heart—neither did his hands pinning her hips to the mattress. Had she thought she was lost the first time they kissed? This was being lost.

  She never wanted to be found.

  The next lick nearly sent her to the moon. Her reactions were almost embarrassing, but she couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of her mouth. She hadn’t let anyone close enough to do this in a really long time, and it was painfully obvious that her body had missed the lack. Even more, this was Brock. Everything this man did to her made her crazy.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth, laying his teeth against her. Before she could register the shift, he had her pinned with one forearm across her lower stomach, freeing up his other hand to… “Oh my God.”

  He stroked her with two fingers while his mouth worked her clit, the contrasting sensations nearly too much to handle. She couldn’t stop her hips from trying to move with him, and his sound of appreciation only spurred her on. The pressure built, leaving her feeling as if she were frantically chasing something just out of reach.

  Then Brock twisted his fingers and sent the world crashing down inside her. Even as she dug her fingers into his hair, she wasn’t sure if it was to hold on to him while she was losing every bit of herself, or to keep him doing that thing with his tongue. He gentled his movements, switching to long licks, almost as if he was savoring her taste.

  His next words confirmed it. “Like I said—sweet.”

  Regan’s reply was lost as he moved up her body, pausing to nip her hip bone and flick first one nipple and then the other with his tongue. When it seemed like he was all too content to play with her breasts, she gripped his hair and pulled him up into a kiss. She tasted herself, but that was swept away with the feeling of his hands on her as he settled between her thighs.

  Brock drew away enough to say, “Condom.”

  She nodded because she was so damn glad he was thinking about safety. All she could focus on was getting him inside her as quickly as possible. He was back before she had time to miss his warmth, condom in place. She half expected him to slam into her, but he hadn’t been joking when he said this would be on his terms.

  As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he pushed against her, his cock sliding over her clit. It wouldn’t take much to change the angle, and knowing that only heightened the sensation of him sliding against her.

  “You are so fucking wet.”

  “For you.” The words slipped out, baring her soul for him the same way she’d bared her body.

  From the way he stopped moving, he knew it, too. Brock propped himself on his elbows and looked down at her. There it was again, the vulnerability that had made her back away after they had sex in the truck. Well, she wasn’t going anywhere now. She cupped his face, meeting those endless dark eyes, and gave him everything. “Only you.”

  He reclaimed her mouth as he slid slowly into her, taking his time despite the way she tried to arch to pull him deeper. She actually cried out when his hips finally met hers, the full feeling washing over her.

  But he didn’t move.

  She grabbed his shoulders and tried to wiggle or arch or something, but he had her well and truly pinned. “Brock.”

  “Yes.” He leisurely kissed her neck, as if he had all the time in the world and she wasn’t in danger of coming apart around him.

  “I need you to start moving.”

  “Not yet.”

  Her desperation built with every second he spent kissing her and driving her crazy by making her wait. She finally got enough leverage to slide, just a little, and that tiny movement already had sparks building behind her eyes. Right when she was teetering on the edge of oblivion, he moved.

  Again, it wasn’t what she expected.

  He pulled out of her almost completely, and then started the slow slide into her again. She thought she might die from needing more, but that smooth movement seemed to drag him over all the right places. Then he tilted his hips and she buried her face in his neck and she screamed his name.

  Up until this point, Regan felt pretty secure in her orgasms. They were great, they got the job done, and sometimes her head even spun a little.

  This one blew all of them out of the water.

  She blinked up at Brock, trying to make her mouth work long enough to say…something. It was a lost cause. She could barely string two thoughts together, let alone clearly convey exactly what she was feeling in that moment.

  “We’re not done yet, Regan.” He pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. Having him at her back, his hands urging her up onto her hands and knees, made her whimper. She wasn’t sure she had it in her to go again.


  But then he was pushing into her, and she decided she could take a whole lot more if it meant him touching her like this. And now, finally, he slammed into her, taking her breath away. She started moving in counterpoint, pushing back as he shoved forward, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room even as the pressure once again began building inside her.

  “Oh my God.” Not again. She couldn’t handle another one.

  He leaned forward and pushed her shoulders down, leaving her with her ass in the air and completely at his mercy. The new angle was nearly painful, but that feeling was what sent her spiraling. “Brock.”

  His grip on her hips tightened as he slammed into her one last time. He cursed. “Holy shit.” She shuddered, so overcome that she couldn’t manage more than that. He collapsed next to her, leaning over to kiss her forehead before lying flat on his back. “That was something.”

  “Yeah.” She wasn’t sure what else there was to say, except she was a freaking idiot for waiting this long to hand over the reins. Maybe if she’d stopped fighting herself back at the scavenger hunt she could have spent every night getting her mind blown by this sexy beast.

  Every night…

  She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly eleven, plenty early enough that she didn’t have an excuse not to go back to her bedroom. Shit. She bit her lip, hating that, for the first time in as long as she could remember, she wanted to spend the night with someone—and not just for another round of sex. She wanted to wrap herself up in his Southern goodness and fall asleep in his arms.

  “Stay.”

  She frowned at him. “What?”

  “I can see your mind racing. Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you.”

  His words so closely mirrored what she’d just been thinking that she smiled. “Okay.” After all, they’d taken some huge steps forward tonight. Leaving now felt like a betrayal of that.

  So she let him draw her into his arms and laid her head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat, slow and steady, stayed with her as she drifted off to sleep.

  …

  Regan woke up with a smile on her face. The blame for that rested solely on the naked man wrapped around her. All that tan skin and muscled shoulders and… She had better stop before she worked herself up again. After having sex no less than three times last night, she wasn’t sure she could take another round and still be able to perform her bridesmaid duties later today.

  Brock murmured in his sleep and pressed his face into the crook of her neck, and she sighed. He might not have been part of her plan, but she was going to make room for him in her life anyway. She couldn’t imagine doing anything else at this point.

  They’d talked a little last night in between making love—because it was making love. There was no other way to describe how he’d touched her and the deep level she’d responded on. He’d made her feel priceless and cherished and taken care of. It was no easy feat, but somewhere along the way, he’d sneaked past the barriers she had up to keep everyone out.

  Just before they fell asleep, they’d decided to take it one step at a time. Maybe it would work out, maybe it wouldn’t… Okay, that was bullshit and she knew it. Now that Regan had gotten a taste of what it meant to have Brock in her life, she’d fight tooth and nail to keep him there.

  But right now, she had bridesmaid duties to deal with. Kady and the rest of them were meeting for breakfast, and then to get their hair and makeup done, which meant she was already late. Again. She’d never worshipped being on time the way Christine did, but this showing up late was getting ridiculous.

  She kissed Brock’s cheek and slid out from beneath his arm. Dressing quickly, she tried to calculate how much time she had to shower and get ready before she had to meet Kady. Not enough. Oh well, it wasn’t like she had to put a whole lot of effort into hair and makeup since they were getting both done professionally.

  Regan slipped out of the hotel room, carrying her heels. She froze when she met Logan’s gaze, several doors down. His hair was mussed and his shirt was buttoned up wrong. His eyes went wide as Sophie ducked out of the room and laid a killer kiss on his lips.

  Holy shit.

  The little brunette disappeared back into the room and the door shut, but all Regan could see was the shell-shocked look on Logan’s face. He obviously hadn’t thought anyone would be out and about to witness what just happened. Then he gave a sheepish smile and the tension building between them broke.

  She gave him a thumbs-up and turned for the stairs, relief making her feel as if her shoulders just lost a huge weight. Logan wasn’t any more interested in her romantically than she was him. If she hadn’t been so damn determined to show him what a great candidate she’d make for a life partner, she might have noticed that he had eyes only for Sophie. Though she never would have paired them up, obviously Colton’s little sister was bringing more to the table than met the eye if she was causing that look on Logan’s face.

  I bet Sophie likes to camp.

  Regan shuddered and hurried up to her room. She showered and changed in record time, not bothering to do more than blow her hair dry. Even though she knew it was silly, she couldn’t keep the bounce from her step as she strode down to the lobby.

  There was no missing the small group of women in the bridal party. Kady looked a little shell-shocked, but the smile never left her face. Both Julie and Christine seemed just as happy—obviously the latter had worked things out with her man. Even Sophie seemed to shine a little brighter than she had when she first showed up in Colorado.

  Or maybe Regan was seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses because she’d had the best sex of her life last night with a man whom she was already falling head over heels for.

  Just thinking about Brock made her smile. God, she was ridiculous.

  Julie caught sight of her and waved. “There you are. I thought we were going to have to send a search party.”

  “Can we never talk about search parties again?”

  Kady snorted. “It’s not every day resort guests get lost in the freaking woods. I’m sure the staff will be telling that story for years to come—and so will we.”

  “I’m never going to live that down, am I?” Christine cringed.

  “Serves you right for going into the woods. You’re lucky you didn’t get murdered by a squirrel.” Thinking back at her brush with death, Regan shuddered.

  “I was more worried about the bears,” Christine said. “I think I was convinced Tyler was one at one point.”

  Kady patted Regan’s arm. “Honey, I know this may come as a shock, but squirrels aren’t actually responsible for any deaths annually.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “Bears might be, though.”

  Bears were the threat everyone worried about. Regan knew better. “Says you. I say they just covered up the murder. I’ve seen that YouTube video.”

  Christine sighed. “I don’t know why I bother. You’ll never see the glamour of the great outdoors.”

  “Because it doesn’t exist.” As the other women kept ribbing Christine about getting lost, she turned to Sophie, ready to stop talking about the nightmare being surrounded by trees was. “How was your night?”

  Sophie blushed a deep crimson. “J-Just fine.”

  “I’ll bet.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “He’s a really great guy.”

  “I know.” Sophie shot a glance at Kady. “Can we not talk about this now? I don’t need my brother or the other two Amigos getting wind of it.”

  “Sure.” Regan smiled. “I think they’re all going to be plenty busy today.”

  “Hey, there are no secrets among friends.” Julie stepped between them and looped her arms about both their shoulders. “Let’s go get some food. I’m hungrier than a badger with a hangnail.”

  “I swear to God, Julie, half the time I don’t know what the hell you’re even talking about.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Brock hadn’t been to many weddings, but he suspected they
were all barely controlled chaos behind the scenes. Colton’s was no exception. They made it to the chapel with what he thought was plenty of time to spare, but most of the seats were already full.

  Julie appeared as if by magic and gave him a push. “Bride’s mother.”

  As he approached the woman who looked shockingly like Kady, he heard Julie murmur to Reed, “How am I supposed to concentrate when you look like a bona fide gentleman in your bow tie?”

  The look on his friend’s face was one Brock had never seen before. He wasn’t brooding or sitting back and watching everyone around him. He was staring at Julie with something like wonder in his eyes. As if he couldn’t quite believe she was real.

  Brock could sympathize.

  Who knew that Colton’s happily-ever-after event would be the thing that sparked both him and Reed into their own happiness?

  God, he was such a sap. But spending time with Regan last night was enough to put stars in the most jaded man’s eyes. The way she’d responded to him sexually, made him laugh, and challenged him… He barely knew which way was up right now.

  Even waking up this morning alone hadn’t been enough to damper his good mood, probably because of the pile of panties she’d left on the nightstand—all tokens of their week together. It was a wonder she had any left to wear. Hell, maybe she hadn’t. He’d be sure to investigate that thoroughly at the first opportunity he had.

  Brock delivered Kady’s mother to her assigned seat and walked back up the aisle. And there she was, standing between Julie and Christine and shining as bright as the sun. Regan caught him watching and winked, and it felt like his heart was suddenly too big for his chest. She excused herself and made her way over to him. “Hey there.”

  “Hey, yourself.” This was the first time he’d seen her in flats outside the gym, and he found he kind of liked that she barely reached his shoulder. “What do you say that after the ceremony, we find a quiet corner and get into some trouble?”