Sometimes he would lick and suck relentlessly until she was right there.
Then the next time he would give her clit slow, teasing rubs with the tip of his tongue, just enough to push her along.
It was too much and not enough. Over and over until she was begging. “I can’t do this anymore, Brock. Please.”
“You can. And you will.” His thumb made slow passes over her as he kissed the inside of her thigh.
Her head rolled from side to side as the orgasm once again tried to get traction. “I can’t.” She reached for him, grabbing his hair, trying to force him to end it now.
Brock pulled her hands free, holding her wrists tight at her sides as he used his shoulders to shove her legs higher, wider. “This one is mine, Eva. I will take it when I’m ready for it and not a second before that, you understand me?”
How was that the most awful, but single hottest thing a man had ever said to her?
She was stuck, held in place while he gave her only what he wanted her to have.
And it was as unbearable as it was arousing.
“I will always give you what you need, Eva.” His mouth was everywhere that wasn’t useful. Brock sucked her labia. Slid his tongue along her slit. Carefully avoided the thing that could send her over the edge.
At this point it wouldn’t take more than a single touch.
“But sometimes you will have to be patient. Trust me to take you where you deserve to go.” One thumb stroked the inside of her wrist as he blew a warm stream of air across her clit.
Trust was something she didn’t have to offer. Not him or anyone else.
She didn’t even give it to herself.
“I can’t, Brock.”
“Just this. Just trust me in this.” His voice was softer than before. Like he knew how much he was asking of her.
Like he understood.
Eva squeezed her eyes shut. Tried to close out the way he made her feel.
“Only this. Only here.” His mouth was against her again. “Trust me.”
He didn’t give her the chance to answer, because the second the words were out his tongue was on her, stroking with relentless efficiency, shoving her back up the same path he’d taken her countless times.
But this time he didn’t stop.
The second before she tumbled over the edge his lips closed around her, sucking with the same rhythm Brock set with his tongue, sending her body curling up and around his, holding onto anything she could find as she came apart.
Out of control.
Out of her mind.
Out of her body.
Lost to something that terrified her.
But then he was there. Warm and solid.
Strong.
Real.
His arms held her tight, his weight held her down. Kept her safe from the demons threatening to steal this moment.
Make it theirs.
Eva clung to him as the world spun out of control.
Her world spun out of control.
This was never supposed to happen. It wasn’t fair.
Wasn’t right.
Except there was no stopping it. Not now.
Probably not ever.
“I’m so sorry.” She shook her head, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I didn’t mean for this to—”
“Shh.” His lips were soft as they moved over her skin, skimming the line of her collarbone before working up her neck. “Relax and just be with me.”
It sounded so simple.
But Brock didn’t know. Didn’t understand the truth of how things usually went. He thought he knew the worst of it, and to some extent he did.
But there was another, completely different sort of worse.
One that was just as devastating.
“But—”
His thumb pressed to her lips. “No. No buts.” The thumb moved, making way for his mouth.
He held her close, his body a steady weight that grounded her at a time where all she wanted to do was flee.
Protect him from what could be hiding in the shadowy parts of her. What she never wanted to risk setting free.
“It will be okay, Eva.” His hands cradled her face, tipping it toward his.
She made herself look at him. Made herself show him the truth she couldn’t say.
But the fear clawing at her didn’t scare him.
Didn’t make him pull away.
Because Brock was stronger than she was. Braver.
He smiled down at her, thumbs skimming her cheeks. “It’s okay to be scared.”
Not true.
Brock thought love killed and he was still here. Still trying.
She thought the same thing.
And wanted to run from this man with everything she had. Get away before she could prove them both right.
“Say you still want this.” He shifted over her, the movement of his body making Eva notice something she missed.
He was naked.
Eva looked between their bodies, eyes locking on his condom-wrapped dick, long and thick and straining.
And he was still asking for permission. Giving her the choice to do what she wanted and run.
Or be brave and stay.
Because this wasn’t a casual fuck. Not even close.
This would change everything. Push her over a line there was no coming back from.
And maybe it was already behind her.
Eva looked back into his eyes, dark and warm and so full of promise.
The line was definitely already behind her.
She nodded. “I want this.”
“Thank God.” The air left his body, dragging out with a low groan as he pressed into her, long and slow.
She’d never been so full. Physically. Emotionally. Her dams were at the point of breaking. Swelling with a flood they might not be able to control.
So she held onto him, relying on someone else for the first time in her life.
Praying she wouldn’t let him down. Wouldn’t make him regret every second of this.
Wouldn’t hurt him.
Brock’s body rocked into hers, that same perfect rhythm he had before lifting her up again, carrying her with him. Taking them both to places she’d already been.
Only because he took her there.
He held her so tight she could barely breathe. His body was hard, muscles flexing and bunching beneath the heat of his skin as his movement became less controlled. Less careful.
“Eva. I can’t—” His voice broke as his forehead dropped to hers. “What do you need?”
Brock thought something physical was holding her back. That a simple touch here or there could finish what he started.
But it wouldn’t.
She pulled him closer, trying to find the same strength he had as she pressed one palm against his cheek. His eyes locked onto hers and held, giving her nowhere to hide.
No way to pretend.
“I think I might just need you.”
The truth wasn’t always easy. Sometimes it hurt. Sometimes it made things worse.
But it was always best.
And it was the only way she could keep him safe from the demons she inherited.
She would always have to give him the truth, no matter how much she didn’t want to.
And this was one of those times.
Brock’s gaze didn’t budge as he moved faster, hips jerking as his body pushed into hers. “Come with me then.”
Joint climaxes were a fantasy. Something made up by someone who thought orgasms could be timed.
Commanded into happening.
“Now, Eva. It’s time to come now.”
The sharpness of his voice. The swell of his cock. The slap of his hips.
Somehow it all worked.
Brock made her come on demand.
“That’s my girl.” His voice was a low growl in her ear as he ground into her, the friction of his body taking a perfectly great climax and making it almost unbearable.
Unbelievable.
His movements slowed as his bo
dy pressed hers deeper into the mattress. His breathing was ragged in her ear, choppy and rough. “You okay, Tatum?”
“No.” She pushed at his chest. “What in the hell was that?”
His big body didn’t budge from hers.
“That,” he leaned up to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, “was more than fucking.”
CHAPTER 15
“WHY ARE YOU already awake?”
Brock turned as Eva stumbled her way into the kitchen, one of his shirts hanging almost down to her knees. “I’m an early riser, Tatum.”
“Ew.” She peeked into the coffee cup sitting on the counter beside the maker. “Can I use this?”
“Didn’t think you were a big coffee drinker.” He poured a slow stream of milk into the pan in front of him.
“I’m not.” She filled the cup and blew across the top. “Normally.”
Her cheeks barely flushed.
“Are you saying I shouldn’t have kept you up so late?” He stirred their breakfast, grinning at her.
“I’m saying I didn’t realize you were a freaking machine.”
“If I remember correctly, you were the one concerned that I might only be able to go for one round.” He watched as she walked to go sit at the table set between the small kitchen and living room.
“I didn’t realize you were going to take that as a challenge.” Eva leaned back in the chair, tucking her knees close to her chest, sock-covered toes hanging over the edge of the seat.
“You sure about that?” He turned the burner down to low and went to where she was, leaning in close. “Because I’m pretty sure you knew damn well I would take it as a challenge.”
Eva smiled up at him, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “Maybe I knew.”
Brock leaned down to catch her smiling lips. “Does that mean you worked up an appetite?”
“As a matter of fact, I am feeling rather famished.” Her smile stayed, warm and soft.
He’d made more women breakfast than he should admit. It was a parting gift of sorts.
Not Eva. This was a carrot. One he planned to keep dangling in front of her, teasing her along with him.
“Good.” He kissed her again, careful not to let it snowball out of control.
Because that’s what she did to him. Eva looked innocent and harmless, but the second she opened her mouth there was no denying the threat she was.
And he couldn’t stop himself from standing right in her path.
“What’s on the menu this morning?” Her eyes followed him back to the stove, watching over the rim of her coffee cup.
“Biscuits and gravy.”
“Does this mean you’re a one-trick pony in the kitchen?”
He was used to women stroking his ego. Telling him he was handsome. Charming.
The best they’d ever had.
“You are a skeptical woman, Tatum.” He shot her a grin before leaning down to pull the biscuits from the oven. “But for the record, my kitchen game is as on-point as my bedroom game.”
“Interesting.”
“What’s that mean?” He set the hot sheet pan on the butcher-block counter between them.
Eva shrugged. “It just means I’ll believe it when I see it.”
He stared her down. “You’re doing it again.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Doing what?”
Brock leaned against the counter, hands braced on the smooth surface. “And you know what? It’s probably going to work.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Like hell she didn’t. “If you want something from me, all you have to do is ask.” He rounded the counter and prowled back toward her. “I will give you anything you want, no taunting required.”
“Anything?” Her feet dropped to the floor and she sat up straight.
“Anything.”
Eva’s knees separated, legs spreading wide as she skimmed up the hem of his shirt. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
He couldn’t look away as the shirt slid higher, exposing more and more of the soft skin of her thighs. His dick was hard before the fabric cleared her pussy.
She pushed her legs wider, skimming two fingers over the dark hair covering her pubic bone.
He was on his knees as they slid lower, stroking over the line where her labia met. Brock slid one hand behind each of her knees, pulling her feet off the floor, rocking her back in the chair, watching as she continued to tease herself.
Finally her hand moved, abandoning her pussy to wrap around the back of his head, pulling him close, putting his mouth where she wanted it.
She was as honest in her desire as she was in everything else.
Almost everything else.
He licked along her slit, teasing her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue as he slid two fingers into her, matching the strokes of each, building her up fast and hard.
Letting her immediately fall.
Because she had breakfast to eat.
He carefully set her feet back on the floor and pulled down the hem of his shirt, kissing down the inside of her thighs as he went.
“It’s stupid how good you are at that.” Eva’s head was back, face pointed toward the ceiling.
“Glad you are happy with the services I provide.” He stood, scooting her chair around to face the table.
Her laughter filled the cabin.
He’d been up here countless times. Always to be alone. Reset after a hard job.
It was where he planned to go when Wade left with Bess and Parker. Their arrival shifted more than just his friend’s life. Bess opened the door he tried to keep locked.
He always thought falling in love with a woman was the risk. That as long as he didn’t get close enough to care, he would be safe.
But he wasn’t in love with Bess.
And he still felt the pain when she was shot. The deep, void of desperation when he saw his friend holding her bleeding body.
In that second Brock knew he wasn’t safe anymore.
That falling in love wasn’t the only way a woman could break him.
It was the reason he let Eva in. Because the risk was already there. And he never saw it coming.
Brock broke open a biscuit and covered it in gravy. It was in his hand when he heard a sound.
Eva straightened in her chair, eyes locked on the front door. “Brock?”
He dropped the plate to the counter and ran to grab her, pulling her body in close as he dragged Eva away from the windows and into the hall. His hand clamped over her mouth as she started to speak. Her eyes locked onto his.
She barely nodded.
He pulled his hand away and leaned out of the protected space. Eva grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back, fingers digging into his skin. Brock carefully pulled her hands free and held up one finger as the sound of the sled engine came closer. This time she stayed put as he leaned out to pull his handgun from on top of the fridge.
Brock tucked against the corner of the hall, watching around the break in the wall, Eva’s body shielded by his.
The snowmobile engine cut off and a second later boots stomped up the stairs.
“Brock. Let me in. It’s fucking cold out here.”
“Is that Shawn?” Eva peeked around the corner. “What in the hell is Shawn doing here?”
“I don’t know.” Brock switched on the safety to his pistol and went to open the door, stepping back when Shawn came in along with a rush of frigid air.
The team’s coordinator was bundled up in all white, pants, coat, mask. Brock peeked out the narrow window beside the door at the all-white sled parked in front of his cabin. “What’s going on?”
“I’m starting to think about building my own place like this.” He peeled off his coat. “You got any coffee?” As soon as his boots were off, Shawn was heading into the kitchen and grabbing a cup from the cabinet.
Brock glanced to where Eva was still tucked into the hall, watching Shawn make himself at home.
“What are you doing here, Sh
awn?” Brock tried again. No one ever came out here. It was too far. Too isolated.
“I needed out of the fucking office.” He downed half his coffee before setting the mug on the counter in front of him. “Did you know Harlow changed all Dutch’s passwords?”
“What?” Harlow was a lot of things, but she didn’t seem like the kind to put the whole team’s safety at risk just to prove a point. “Did you fire her?”
Shawn’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Why? Because Dutch couldn’t sign into his Netflix?”
“She changed his personal passwords?”
“Every damn one of them.” Shawn shook his head as he polished off the rest of his screaming hot beverage. “Credit cards, banks, Amazon.” He snorted. “Poor guy couldn’t even listen to his fuckin’ Spotify.” Shawn pointed at him. “Then when he finally got it all straightened out, he saw she’d deleted all his saved songs and replaced them with gospel.” His eyes lifted to the ceiling. “Not that there’s anything wrong with gospel, but it’s not the kind of shit that gets you pumped up for a work out.” He poured the rest of the coffee into his cup. “I can’t handle their shit, Brock. The two of them are going to make me lose my mind.”
“You should probably bake her brownies.” When Shawn looked her way Eva shrugged. “Girls like brownies.”
Brock pointed at her. “No more porch brownies. You understand me?”
Eva scoffed. “I know.”
“What the fuck are porch brownies?” Shawn’s gaze moved between the two of them.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Brock rested his hands on the counter. “So you came all the way out here to tell me Dutch and Harlow are being a pain in your ass?”
He liked Shawn. The guy was calm and smart and organized as hell.
But right now he deserved an ass-kicking.
“No.” Shawn went to take a drink of his coffee, stopping just as it reached his lips. “I came because you guys have to come back to Fairbanks.”
“What?” Eva stepped in beside Shawn. “Why?” Her gaze darted to Brock.
She didn’t want to leave. Eva was enjoying their time together just as much as he was.
Shawn leaned one arm on the counter, turning to fully face Eva.
“Because Mona and Chandler are there, and apparently they have something to discuss with you.”
****
“I CAN’T BELIEVE they wouldn’t just tell Shawn what they wanted.” Eva hadn’t stopped frowning since they left the cabin. He couldn’t see her face on the sled, but he could feel her irritation the whole trip back to the garage.
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