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“Our past is the past.” She tosses my earlier words at me.
“I know, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to stalk to his office and beat the shit out of him. He put his hands on you, Joey. That’s not okay.”
“It could have been much worse. I pushed him off, he stopped, and I removed myself from the situation.”
“I feel sick when I think about what could have happened to you. He needs to be punished.”
“Not you too.” She sighs. I can hear the sarcasm in the tone of her voice, and it pisses me off.
I move out of her hold and climb out of bed. My feet carry me back and forth over the plush carpet as I pace the distance of the room and back, over and over again.
“Brock?” she whispers. This time it’s fear and uncertainty that I hear.
I stop next to the bed, bracing my hands on the mattress. I can make out her form but can’t see her features. “He put his hands on you,” I grit out. “He threatened you, Joey. The man made you feel as though your only choice was to quit a job that you loved. That’s not okay.”
“I’m okay.” Her voice is soft.
“Thank fuck for that,” I say, letting my anger at what she went through take over. I’m well aware that it was minor compared to what it could have been, but he put his hands on what’s mine, and he needs to pay for that.
“I don’t know why you can’t just let this go. I’m here. I’m safe, and nothing happened, not really.”
“Why?” I ask in disbelief. “Because when anyone hurts someone I love, I get pissed. Why are you letting this go so easily?” My chest is rising at a rapid pace, and my pulse is thundering in my ears. How can she not see that this is not okay?
“W-What did you say?”
“Forget it.” I stand back to my full height and walk toward the window, staring out into the dark of night. How do I make her understand what she means to me? With all this fucking sneaking around, I can’t show her that I’m damn proud to call her mine. And I’m hers, and that alone gives me the right to be pissed off about this. I go three days without her, and this bomb is dropped, and she doesn’t understand why I can’t let it go? Unbelievable.
Bracing my arms on the frame of the window, I bow my head and will myself to calm down. I don’t want to be a dick to her. That’s not what this is about. I just want her to take this seriously.
It’s not until her hands slide around my waist and she rests her head against my back do I feel as though I can take a full deep breath. Neither one of us says a word as we stand here in the darkness, just holding on. Eventually, she slips under my arms so that we’re face-to-face.
“Brock?” She’s hesitant.
“Yeah, Sunshine?”
“You said that you love me.”
My lips twitch with a smile. Dropping my arms from the window, I pull her into my embrace. “More than anything.” Ihate that I blurted the words out in anger, but it doesn’t make my feelings any less true. I didn’t even realize I’d said it until now. I replay the last five minutes, and sure enough, I said the words that have threatened to spill from my lips for weeks.
I feel soft hands press against my cheek, which has me dropping my head to look at her. Standing here by the window, with the light of the moon, I can make out her features. She’s staring up at me, and in her eyes, I see the love I feel for her reflecting back at me. “I love you too.” My chest feels like it might explode from the love I have for this woman. To hear her tell me that she loves me too is a moment I will never forget.
Dropping my hands to the back of her thighs, I lift her into my arms. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Sunshine. So fucking much.” Then I kiss her. I put everything that I have into this kiss. It’s hot, wet, passionate, and us. It’s everything that I feel for her wrapped up in the mutual pressing of our lips together. Sliding my tongue past her lips, I taste her properly. I let her know how much I missed her these past three days and how much I love her with every stroke of my tongue against hers.
She grinds against me, and my cock throbs at just the thought of pushing into her sweet pussy, but that’s not what this night is about. I don’t want our first time to be after a fight—if you can even call it that. I still just want to be with her. Hold her and kiss her as if my life depends on it. So, no matter how much my cock protests, I’m not fucking her tonight.
Instead, I carry her to the bed, and I sit. With Joey still on my lap, I keep kissing her. Now that she’s straddling me, my hands are free to roam, and roam they do. She moans, a sound from deep within her that has my cock hard as steel. Ignoring the ache, I bury my hands in her hair and kiss her hard.
“Brock?” she whines.
“Not tonight, baby. Not with your brother in the next room. This is all you’re getting tonight.”
“Fine,” she grits out. Her hands press on my chest, pushing me back on the bed. My hands settle on her hips to hold onto her as I move back on the bed. Joey adjusts her position and begins to rock back and forth. She’s riding me, taking what she wants, what she needs from me through the thin layer of her silk panties and my boxer briefs. She’s seeking her pleasure.
My hands slide under her baggy T-shirt to cup her breasts. I tweak her nipple with my index finger and thumb, and she moans. It’s louder than what I’m comfortable with since Caleb is in the room just down the hall. Sitting up, I take her mouth with mine, swallow her moans and cries of pleasure as her orgasm crashes through her.
