‘Can’t Doreen stay here in her house?’
‘Mum needs twenty-four-hour care, it’s too much for Dad. The first time she left the house to wander down the street, Dad panicked, he was in a state. And that’s not good or fair on him.’
‘And you have to work, sometimes odd hours.’
‘That’s right.’
‘Not that I would want it any different—okay?’ Sofie paused and when she got what she wanted—Brock’s nod—she continued, ‘What if you set up her room at the village to look just like theirs here?’
‘Dad and I have discussed it. He thinks it’s more than just “their room”, it’s everything. How it feels, smells like her perfume.’ He grinned. ‘Sometimes Dad uses her atomiser, sprays it in the wardrobe. It’s Mum’s home.’
Sofie’s mouth trembled and Brock became a blur. She sniffed and pulled in a deep breath.
‘Sofe?’
‘I’m okay. It’s just that I’ve never come across a family with so much love, care and understanding for each other. Except for Claudia and Jennifer, of course; I love them with all my heart; just like I’ve seen here today. Your hearts are bound and you’ll move heaven and earth to make your Mum as comfortable as humanly possible. It says a lot about your Mum and your Dad, and you.’ She slowly nodded, emphasising the importance of what she said.
Brock hauled Sofie to him and crushed her to his body, his mouth came down on hers, his tongue swept in, and Sofie forgot time and space as she opened herself to all that was Brock, and gave as good as she got. He moaned into her mouth, his hand trailed down to cup her bottom and he tucked her pelvis into his groin.
Oh my!
***
For the first time in many months, Doreen had lain down on Brock’s bed. Exhausted, she had fallen asleep instantly. Holding her hand, Walter sat in a comfy chair and snoozed by her side for several hours. They stayed for dinner, which Sofie prepared, and it was late evening when Sofie kissed Brock’s parents goodbye.
‘Take good care of your girl,’ Walter told his son, giving him a man-hug.
‘Always, Dad.’
Brock helped his mother into the passenger seat of his parents’ car, and came back to stand next to Sofie. Hand on her hip, he hugged her closely to his side as they waved at Walter and Doreen heading back to the village and the safety of twenty-four-hour care.
Brock took Sofie’s hand and led her inside. ‘Babe, thanks for feeding us. Your lasagne’s not bad,’ he said, with humour in his voice.
‘Is that so? I think it’s better than “not bad” seeing as you had two helpings.’
‘You’re right, it rocked.’ He gave her a lopsided grin.
Together they cleaned up the kitchen, sipped wine and started to watch a movie, Brock’s choice this time, Vin Diesel’s Pitch Black. Sofie was either hiding behind a cushion, or shoving her face into his chest, unable to watch. He’d offered several times to turn it off, then when the alien bit someone’s head off, she dived into his lap. Brock laughed and without asking again turned the TV off.
‘The only good thing about that movie is Vin,’ Sofie declared. ‘You want to know why?’
Brock stood with her in his arms. ‘I think you’re going to tell me regardless, but let me hazard a guess, you think he’s sexy?’
‘Maybe, but the one thing that gets me is his voice. It’s almost as good as yours.’
Surprised, he stopped in his tracks, and stared down at her, then laughed a full-bellied laugh that had her bouncing on his chest. ‘Babe,’ he said still chuckling, ‘the wine’s gone to your head. You’re a cheap drunk.’
‘Could be.’ Sofie glanced around. ‘Why are we in the bathroom?’
His hands moved to straighten her, but he didn’t put her down. Sofie took the opportunity to swing her legs around his waist, and her arms went around his neck. His hands moved to grip her bottom. She liked that, his big hands under her cheeks, squeezing them. Then again it didn’t take much for Brock to turn her on. He could do it simply by locking eyes with hers as he walked into a room.
‘We missed out this morning and if you’re okay with it—’ his sexy voice rumbled low ‘—I want to take you in the shower.’
‘Take me?’ Sofie asked, fingers digging into his shoulders, her girlie parts pulsing in readiness.
‘Yeah, Babe, take you.’ He pressed his lips together and hummed, although it sounded more like a growl and a reaction to tasting something so delicious he couldn’t keep quiet. ‘Been thinking about your wet naked body against mine all day.’ His fingers dug into her bottom, massaging. ‘Been thinking about me inside your warm, sweet place, wrapped around my cock. Don’t get me wrong, you know as well as I do there’s more to this than sex … a whole lot more.’ Then he grinned. ‘You want to play?’
‘Oh yes please,’ she said on a breath. Just thinking about it sent a delicious shiver through her, which made him grin, and growl.
Then for no apparent reason, his expression changed, he looked worried about something. ‘I know you saw my back this morning, you have a problem with that?’
Sofie shook her head. ‘Never.’ And immediately went for his T-shirt, yanking it up.
Naked within seconds, Sofie made Brock turn around. He didn’t hesitate. She held herself in check as the light played down over the injuries on his shoulders and back. She ran her hands over his skin and kissed his fading scars.
‘Sofe …’ Brock’s voice laboured, tense. He shook his head, and dropped his chin to stare at the floor.
‘Brock honey.’ He turned to face her. Tears pooled and threatened to spill down her cheeks. She didn’t think it was a good idea for him to see how it had affected her.
‘Sofe … Babe, don’t.’ It wasn’t a plea exactly, but it was close.
He didn’t want sympathy or pity. Okay then, she’d turn it on its head, make light of it when in truth there wasn’t any.
‘That would’ve fucking hurt!’
Head back, Brock burst out laughing. Still chuckling, he caught her eyes, and said, ‘Come here.’
Sofie walked into his arms. He dipped his head and whispered against her mouth, ‘You take my breath away.’ His tongue slowly traced her lips then plunged into her mouth to tangle with hers; Sofie moaned. He picked her up and moved into the shower. Warm water cascaded over them from the biggest shower head she’d ever seen. He lifted her up and automatically her legs went around his hips. She squirmed, grinding her sex into his abdomen. He easily held her up with one arm, the other slid up her thigh, her ribs, and teasingly cupped her breast. His thumb swiped back and forth across her nipple, then his finger and thumb twirled and gently pulled. Sofie gasped, arching her back, thrusting her breasts at him. His head moved down to suck on one nipple then the other. His cock nudged her folds; she wriggled, allowing it access. The tip slipped in. She was so wet he easily penetrated further. Then deeper … and deeper.
Wanting him to fill her, Sofie pushed down, then up and down again, and Brock followed her rhythm.
Her back hit the tiles and Brock went deeper. ‘Ah yes … Brock, yes!’
‘Fuck, you’re amazing.’ His hand went between them and slid down until he found what he wanted, her clit, and his fingers swirled over the swollen nub. ‘I love your pussy. I want to taste it, lick it, kiss it.’ He started to pull out.
‘No-no-no! Don’t do this to me again!’
Too late, her toes were on the floor, water cascaded over his back, and he was on his knees, his face in her pussy, doing exactly what he said he wanted to do.
‘Oh God, yesss!’ Sofie rocked her hips over his mouth, sliding her clit back and forth over his tongue. Brock moaned as if he couldn’t get enough. Wanting more, he darted his tongue into her entrance, then tongue flat on an outward sweep, he laved back over her clit and inner lips, then gently sucked and kissed her there.
Sofie’s legs buckled, her hands gripped his head, pushing him in deeper, harder.
‘Oh God! Don’t stop, never stop!’
Bu
t he did.
‘Agh! No!’ Sofie cried out.
He pulled back and kissed his way up to nuzzle her belly, licked her navel, then continued kissing past her ribs to the valley between her breasts; hands cupping them, he slowly moved to the right nipple, sucking on it hard while his fingers slid back and forth through her folds and over her clit. Then his attention went to her other nipple. Sweet, slippery wetness gathered between her thighs.
Brock murmured, ‘Jesus, Babe, I need to get inside you.’
‘Yes, do it.’ Arms around his neck, and with Brock’s help, Sofie’s legs went around his hips. He was back nudging her entrance, then he eased inside her, filling her, stretching her, making her swollen nub slide against his thick shaft. Brock began to pump faster. Sofie clutched his shoulders and held on, riding his cock, her orgasm building, feeling the sweet sensation flow and tingle through every cell in her body.
His mouth came down on hers, all the while working his hips hard, rotating, grinding them deep into hers. Then it hit. ‘Brock …’ Sofie whimpered his name.
‘Babe, need your mouth,’ his order husky with need.
With Brock’s demand Sofie reflexively clutched his shaft deep inside her. She lunged at his mouth and groaned down his throat with each electrifying pulse that flowed through her body. Seconds later, Brock drove in hard and fast, then stilled, grunting with every wave pulsing through him.
Head buried in her neck, Brock murmured, ‘Fuck! You’re wild.’ He shook his head, as if they’d just shared something truly wonderful and out of this world.
‘I take it that’s good?’ Sofie asked, knowing what he meant, but needing confirmation.
Lifting his head, he gave her a wicked, you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me grin. Pausing as he scanned her face, his dark eyes softened, and became achingly tender. ‘Babe, you don’t hold back, you give me everything. That’s what I mean about wild. You trust me enough to be wild. You have no idea what that means to me.’
Sofie’s heart flipped; mind spinning, she whispered, ‘Oh …’ It was all she could come up with.
‘I see you get what I’m saying.’
Sofie slowly closed her eyes and nodded, then looking at him again she said, ‘But Brock, what we just did was hardly wild.’
He chuckled, settled her on her feet, and murmured, ‘Spread for me, Babe.’ And cupping water between her thighs, he washed her.
Sofie couldn’t get over how tenderly he cared for her.
‘Wow, Brock!’ she murmured.
Holding her firmly between the thighs, he straightened ‘You want to sleep comfortable?’
‘Absolutely!’
He grinned, turned the water off, reached out and grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her shoulders. ‘About being wild? You’re missing my point, Sofe. Every time I caught your eyes, there you were, open to me. No act, no veil of some description, no secrets. All you. You giving me that, I can at least look after my girl.’
Sofie started to shiver, not because she was cold, but rather a reaction to what Brock was saying. This very private gorgeous guy just gave her all of himself.
He picked her up under the arms and moved her to the wall radiator. ‘Warm up while I get dry.’ He leaned in, his rough stubble scraping her skin as he nibbled then kissed her neck; and Sofie giggled with pleasure.
Chapter 8
Brock twisted around to turn the bedside light off, then came back and pulled the covers over them.
Sofie couldn’t wait any longer, she had to ask, ‘What happened to you? How did you get those scars?’
‘Afghanistan.’ His fingers dragged the hair away from her face; eyes penetrating hers, he gently said, ‘It’s not a bedtime story, Sofe. We’ll talk about it another time.’
‘Okay.’ Brock was right, but she wondered if he would ever tell her, perhaps it was too painful to go back there. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he snuggled into the back of her neck, then he breathed in, moved slightly to her shoulder and kissed her there. Sweet tingles flowed down her spine.
Her ex, Jett, had never been one to cuddle after sex, he always rolled over, his back facing Sofie, and seconds later he’d be snoring. She wanted to believe Brock meant to make his afterglow cuddle a permanent thing. She loved every moment and hoped it would be like this always. When she and Jennifer were little they used to snuggle, it was their way of giving and receiving unconditional love and affection. Without warning Sofie’s throat thickened. Why she remembered this now was a mystery, but there it was, this is what they did, especially after an abusive barrage from their mother. Their father was weak, but he stole a hug now and then, as long as their mother wasn’t looking. When she happened to see him, he copped the abuse as well: ‘You’ll make them cry-babies. They’ll never get on in the world, they need to harden up.’ Once their brother Bret was old enough, they’d steal him out of his cot and cuddle him too. Sofie pressed her lips together trying to hold back a sob. Brock’s hand, resting on her hip, moved to her belly; she clasped it and drew it up to her chest. Tucked in so tightly, he would have felt the hitch in her breathing. There was no point in trying to hide her emotions. None at all.
Hand pressing into her hip, he turned her around to face him, and she quickly buried her face in his chest.
‘Babe, what’s wrong?’ his voice a worried rumble near her ear.
‘I—I don’t know.’
‘Yes you do, Sofe, come on, give.’
She took in a deep breath and tried to explain. ‘I’ve never had this, what we’re doing right now. You holding me. You feeling there’s something wrong so you turn me around. You, not lying there silent and getting on with falling asleep, but caring enough to ask, what’s wrong. Not satisfied with being fobbed off, but pushing for an honest answer. I’ve never had that, never. Growing up, Jennifer and I …’ she sniffed and pushed on, ‘then Bret, we helped each other as best we could, but difficult when we didn’t have the skills, going by instinct, going by what we needed when all we’d been fed was crap since the moment we were born.’
‘Sofe,’ Brock murmured tenderly. ‘There’s nothing I can do to change how you feel except give you more of this.’ His arms squeezed her to him and tucked her in closer. His hand went to her chin, lifting it, then he curled himself forward and softly kissed her. ‘I don’t know how anyone could mess with someone as beautiful and as sweet as you.’
‘Oh, that’s nice.’ She nuzzled her face in his hand and nibbled his thumb.
‘Sofe … You gotta stop that.’
‘Why?’ she mumbled around his fingers.
Suddenly, she was on her back and half of Brock’s heavy weight rested on her body, his thickening shaft nudged her thigh. ‘You serious?’ he asked, and keeping his eyes trained on hers, he grinned, and rubbed his rough chin back and forth across her nipple.
‘Oh, that’s … that’s good.’ She giggled, then let go a long sigh. ‘I’d love to but I don’t think I have the energy.’
Bending his head he sucked on the nipple then, with a pop, released it. ‘Okay, but just saying, I’m ready when you are.’
‘This could possibly happen around five-thirty.’
‘Don’t tease me. But later? I’m here.’ He leaned over her shoulder and asked, ‘You okay to sleep now?’
‘Yeah, night, Brock.’
He kissed the back of her neck. ‘Night, Babe.’ Then he kissed the curve of her neck. ‘See you at five-thirty.’ His lips on her skin sent tingles through her body, it was lovely, but she hadn’t the strength to do anything about it. Her eyelids slowly closed and within seconds, blessed sleep took over.
***
Brock reckoned it was all Sofie’s fault, she’d planted the idea in his head, and now there was no ignoring it. At around five an ache in his groin woke him. He lay on his stomach, knee bent, his raging hard-on pressing into the mattress. Sofie’s leg was slung across his thigh, her hand on his arse cheek, fingers twitching in her sleep. With one eye covered by the pillow, he opened the other and gazed a
t her beautiful face. He’d had an episode during the night, and woken in a sweat, breathing heavily because of a nightmare he could only vaguely remember. He was pretty sure he hadn’t yelled. Luckily it wasn’t like that every night, only when something triggered his active mind, like Sofie asking about his scars and his time in Afghanistan. He’d put her off, but that wasn’t going to last forever. If they were going to make their relationship grow, then she deserved to know what happened. He gazed into her relaxed, sweet face, thinking he’d only tell her the barest minimum. Why burden someone with that fucked-up shit, so unnecessary? Her fingers dug in. And Brock’s grin widened.
She smacked her lips a few times, slowly opened her eyes and mumbled, ‘I could feel you staring at me.’
Brock chuckled. ‘I woke up with your hand on my arse.’
‘Hmm, how did that happen?’
‘Babe, it’s not my hand on my arse,’ he said half into the pillow.
‘I need to pee.’ Sofie giggled, smacked his butt and rolled out of bed.
She came back a few minutes later softly squealing, ‘Oh my God!’
Brock bolted up. ‘What—what is it?’
‘It’s only just after five.’ She rubbed her eyes. ‘I need more sleep. Not enough sleep.’
Brock lifted the covers and Sofie flopped head first back into bed. Then he rolled out of bed.
‘Where are you going?’
‘Same place you went.’
‘Oh …’
He did his business and brushed his teeth as well, then cranked up the heat. Armed with lotion, he headed back to his room and to Sofie. Brock had plans and couldn’t stop the grin if he tried.
Her lifted the covers, rolled Sofie onto her stomach and straddled her thighs.
She wriggled her arse and mumbled, ‘Hmm, that’s nice.’
‘I haven’t started yet.’
‘Must be the anticipation.’
‘Uh-huh.’ He slathered his hands with lotion, warming it, then taking his time, he slowly massaged her neck and shoulders, moving down her back to her hips and bottom. By then he was so hard, the ache so deep, it hurt. But he kept massaging and Sofie’s moans of pleasure intensified his own. Then she started to writhe and arch her back, an invitation Brock couldn’t ignore. His slipped his hand between her legs and, bending down, he whispered against the warm skin of her back, ‘Babe, you’re so wet for me.’ He slid his hand up to massage her belly, then back down to her folds; slipping in, he found her sweet spot, his fingers easily finding Sofie’s entrance, drawing out her wetness, then wrapping his hand around his cock, he slicked it over the head and shaft. ‘Babe, raise your hips.’
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