Never Enough

by Elliott, Kelly

  Good Lord, those chaps.

  I was getting more turned on by the second as my mind went to a few different naughty images of Brock in only those chaps. And how wrong was that, with me holding his son?

  He turned and saw me, and a wide grin covered his face. A few guys who worked for the PBR were telling Brock to head on out to the middle of the arena, but he motioned for me. I figured he wanted to take Blayze from me to bring with him.

  I was right; he reached for Blayze—but then he grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

  The fact that the CBS camera was still on him didn’t seem to faze him at all.

  He stepped back, winked at me, and walked out into the arena.

  I stood there, stunned, watching him and trying not to look at the camera that was still pointed at me now. When they realized they weren’t getting anything out of me, the camera crew followed Brock.

  Stella walked up next to me and bumped my arm. I looked at her as she said, in a very country drawl, “I daresay, my son has made a very loud and clear statement.”

  The heat on my face was intense, and I immediately prepared myself for all the things Kaylee was going to say to me. She was going to have a field day with this. Swallowing hard, I replied, “Please tell me that wasn’t on national TV.”

  Stella laughed and clapped her hands. She was enjoying this a little too much.

  Dirk and Ty were both now standing next to us, grinning with pride. The way they supported each other made my heart soar.

  I looked at both men. They were smiling and calling out Brock’s name. I glanced back out to see Brock. He had his cowboy hat off, waving it around. Then he went into an interview with two PBR commentators. I held my breath, hoping they wouldn’t mention the kiss.

  They didn’t, and I let out the breath I’d been holding when Brock and Blayze made their way back to us.

  The celebration dinner was packed with people, including Charles—who was one of Brock’s sponsors—a few bull riders and stock contractors, and family I hadn’t met until tonight.

  Every time Brock’s leg hit mine or he brushed his arm against me, it nearly drove me insane. My body was building up sexual tension I’d never experienced before. I was the epitome of a horny woman desperately wanting sex.

  When Brock laughed, my insides shook. When he leaned in to whisper something to me, the pulse between my legs grew. Hell, when Brock ate, drank, talked to Blayze . . . all of it was whipping up a frenzy inside me. I wasn’t sure if it was the atmosphere, Brock winning today, Brock looking so sexy, or just the idea that maybe he’d make me his tonight—or all of the above.

  I turned to Kaylee, who was sitting next to me. “Is it just me, or is it really hot in here?”

  She took a bite of her food and shook her head. “No, it’s hot in here, but a different sort of hot. I’m pretty sure it’s from cowboy overload. I’m ready to strip off my clothes and ask for one to take me right now.”

  I giggled and bumped her shoulder. “Well, anyone catch your eye?”

  We kept our voices down, especially since Ty was sitting directly across from Kaylee. I couldn’t help but notice every time he stole a glance or two her way.

  With a half shrug, Kaylee replied, “Yeah, I don’t know if I’m ready for that after all.”

  “All talk, no action, huh?”

  She chuckled. “I guess so.”

  I glanced over to see Ty watching us. I looked away and focused on the handsome cowboy sitting next to me. It was then I caught a glimpse of a blonde staring at Brock. Or was she staring at me? I smiled politely, and she looked away.

  I reached under the table and placed my hand on Brock’s leg. I needed to touch him in some way. I was feeling a bit brave, so I moved it to the inside of his thigh. My heart sped up, and I knew if Kaylee’d had any idea of how brazen I was being, she would be proud. I couldn’t help but notice that Brock seemed to tremble for a quick moment. My stomach flipped with excitement at the idea that my touch could make him react like that.

  The gentleman across from me started to ask questions about what I thought of all this. It was Brock’s uncle Danny. I absentmindedly rubbed the inside of Brock’s thigh and didn’t even realize how far up I’d moved on his leg, because I was lost in a conversation with Danny and Stella—until Brock grabbed my hand and stopped me, making me jerk with surprise.

  I glanced his way with an apologetic look.

  He leaned closer to me and placed his mouth against my ear, so only I would hear him. “Are you trying to get me to come in my pants? Because if you keep inching closer to my cock, I’m going to do just that.”

  My mouth dropped open, and I managed to whisper, “No.”

  “Then stop. I already want to be inside you, sweetheart. Keep this up, and I’ll be doing it in the restroom of this restaurant.”

  I sucked in a breath of air. The idea both shocked and thrilled me. I was almost tempted to tell him to meet me in the women’s bathroom.

  Who is this risk-taker Brock Shaw has brought out?

  He kissed my cheek and kept his hand over mine.

  It was then I noticed the blonde again. This time, she was glaring at me.

  Is she someone Brock slept with in the past?

  I wasn’t stupid, and I knew he’d most likely slept with a number of women on the tour. Even though he’d said he wasn’t a man-whore, it didn’t mean he hadn’t slept around. If I was going to be with this man, I needed to realize I might run into women who may have shared something with Brock in the past.

  I noticed Stella and Ty Senior standing.

  “Are y’all leaving?” I asked.

  Stella nodded. “Yes, we’re going to get Blayze back to the hotel. The little guy is ready to pass out.”

  Peeking around Brock, I giggled. Blayze had his head in his hands, groaning about something.

  Brock stood, picked up Blayze, and gave him a hug and kiss. He whispered something into his ear that made the little boy light up.

  When he set him down, Blayze made his way over to me. He threw himself into my arms, and I hugged him.

  “Good night, sweet boy,” I said against his head, and then kissed him on the cheek.

  “Night, Miss Lincoln.”

  He made his way around the table to the people whom he knew, which was pretty much everyone. It was almost like young Blayze Shaw was working the table, as if to say, I’m going to be the next bull rider in this family, and you’ll be able to say that you knew me when. The thought made my stomach ache at the idea of him being hurt.

  After Stella, Ty Senior, and Blayze had left, other people began to excuse themselves. Charles picked up the tab for dinner and told Brock he had done a good job before reminding him of the autograph session he had tomorrow.

  I turned to ask Kaylee what her plans were, but she was lost in conversation with Dirk. It didn’t appear to be a serious conversation, but she wore a slight smile.

  The idea of Kaylee moving here still made me so happy. I knew if she were to stay in Atlanta, we would both feel like two lost souls. She was fitting in so well with Brock’s family and friends.

  Ty joined in their conversation, and I had to chuckle when I realized they were arguing about which was the best Disney movie. Only Kaylee could get two rough-and-tumble cowboys to talk about Disney movies.

  Laughing, I turned my attention away from them. It was then that the blonde who had been staring at Brock stood. She approached Ty and started talking to him as Dirk also stood and announced he was turning in for the night. And Ty was quick to follow, with Kaylee doing the same. The blonde disappeared from the table, and, for some reason, I breathed a sigh of relief, and I had no idea why.

  Brock stood next, but not before leaning down to say into my ear, “Let’s go . . . now.”

  I nearly knocked my chair over from standing so quickly.

  Lifting his brow, Brock smirked. “In a hurry?”

  With a polite smile, I replied, “Slightly.”

  “Thank you, Charles,
for dinner. I’ll see you in the morning,” Brock said with a tip of his hat to the older gentleman.

  “Yes, see you then, Shaw.”

  Brock slipped his hand in mine and led me toward the exit. The blonde from earlier was standing outside, down a ways from us, waiting for her car to be brought up.

  “Who is that?” I asked, motioning to her.

  Brock looked her way and frowned slightly. “No one important.”

  Okay then.

  “She was staring at you almost through all of dinner. Do you know her well?”

  I had no clue why I couldn’t let the subject go. It was clear that Brock didn’t want to talk about her.

  “Yes.”

  That piqued my interest, and I found myself needing to know if he’d had a relationship with her. But “Oh” was all I replied.

  Brock turned me to face him. His hands came up and framed my face. “Not like that. She was Kaci’s best friend and hooked up with Ty off and on in high school; that’s all. She works for Charles now as his personal assistant.”

  I tried not to let the relief show on my face, but I smiled, which earned me one in return from Brock.

  “Were you jealous, Miss Pratt?”

  “No.”

  His lips brushed over mine as he whispered, “Liar.”

  I wanted to get lost in the kiss but remembered we were in public, and I needed to tamp down the urgency of wanting this man’s hands all over me.

  When I broke the connection, I took a step back and caught the dirty look being shot my way from the woman who had been Kaci’s best friend. Now, I somewhat understood the evil eye she’d been sending my way. It only made me want to ask Brock more questions about Kaci, but I wasn’t about to ruin the way I was feeling tonight. Or the way Brock was feeling. I needed to let it go and move past what was clearly me being insecure.

  It wasn’t like me to act this way. Maybe it was all the emotions I had been feeling today. Excitement, fear, happiness, desire. Lord, it was all swimming around inside me, having a party.

  When the Uber pulled up, Brock nearly dragged me to the car. In the back seat, his thumb moved lazily over my hand. Each sweep sent tingles through my body that ended up settling right between my legs. Every now and then, we would exchange glances, both of us knowing how much we wanted each other.

  When the driver pulled up to the hotel, Brock gently guided me out of the car, causing me to laugh. As we walked through the lobby, a few fans stopped Brock for a photo or for him to sign something. I stood patiently off to the side, a grin on my face as I watched the interactions.

  My eyes drifted to the bar. Ty was sitting there with another guy on his left. A woman approached both men, said something to them, and then walked off. I figured they had excused her—until I saw Ty get up, throw money onto the bar, then turn and head in the direction the woman had gone. They met up at the elevator, and both got on.

  My heart dropped some. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because I knew Kaylee actually liked Ty, or maybe it was because my hope that he liked her had just been thrown out the window.

  “Ready to go?” Brock asked me, pulling me from my thoughts.

  “Yes!” I said, a little too eager.

  The ride up in the elevator was heated. We stood next to each other, but another couple was with us, so we had to behave. Even walking down the hall to Brock’s room seemed to take forever.

  The key card slid in. The door opened. We both walked in.

  Then, Brock was all over me.

  He pushed me against the door as his mouth came crashing down on mine. Our hands were everywhere on each other in a flurry of touches. Mine were desperately trying to untuck his shirt, unbutton it, and push it off his shoulders. His hands lifted my shirt over my head and cupped my breasts, and he moaned when my nipples poked against my bra.

  Brock kicked off his boots, making me do the same. I hadn’t really wanted our first time together to be rushed. But there was no denying the passion between us.

  My shaking hands undid the belt buckle, and I silently wondered if I’d have the guts to push my hand into his jeans. Biting on my lip, I did just that. I found his very impressive, hard length ready for me. Wrapping my hand around it, I groaned, and he did the same. His hips involuntarily pushed into my hand.

  Brock jerked my hand away from him and panted sharply. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to come before we even get to the good stuff.”

  The hammering of my heart echoed in my ears, and I watched as Brock dropped to his knees and took off my jeans and panties. His blue eyes lifted, and he smiled.

  “Please tell me you’re okay with me tasting you now?”

  Gasping for air, I asked, “Taste me?”

  Lord Almighty. I knew what he was asking, but my head couldn’t wrap around the idea of his head being buried between my legs, doing incredible things that I knew he was capable of with that tongue of his. I wouldn’t last five seconds.

  Brock stood. His eyes hooded over with a lusty haze. “Has a guy ever gone down on you?”

  I snapped out of my fantasy and nodded. “Yes. One guy, and he wasn’t a fan, so it wasn’t very often.”

  Brock grinned from ear to ear before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me over to the bed. He laid me on the bed and told me to crawl back. I watched as he pushed his jeans down, and then his boxer briefs. I tried to remember how to breathe as I got my first real look at him completely naked. My eyes traveled down his perfectly toned body and landed on his dick.

  I am going to be so sore.

  It was rude to stare, but I had to. It was big and thick. The veins seemed to pulse as he stood there. When he wrapped his hand around himself and slowly started to pump, my breathing picked up, and I felt a flood of moisture between my legs.

  Brock crawled onto the bed and spread my legs wide. Any other man, and I would have been embarrassed. But this man . . . this man brought out a side of me that wanted to be a little dirty. I wanted things I never imagined I would want.

  With Brock, I needed it all.

  Then, he did what I’d almost been about to beg him for. He kissed me on the small bundle of nerves that pulsed with need.

  “Oh God,” I whimpered, the feeling of ecstasy building so fast that it left me dizzy and breathless. His mouth was on my clit, my lips, my inner thigh, then back to my clit again. When I felt him spread me apart with his fingers, I lifted my hips, silently begging for more.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, Lincoln.”

  I gasped for air as I felt his tongue move slowly over me, then flick my clit.

  “Jesus!” I cried out. My hands fisted in his hair as my body took over.

  When I felt his tongue moving soft over my clit, I let out a low moan. The feel of his fingers slipping in and out of me as he sucked harder on my sensitive nub had me arching my back off the bed and calling out his name.

  My orgasm ripped through my body in a rush so blinding, I swore I saw the sun burst into the room. I let it consume me completely, and I felt my body tremble even as I was coming down from my euphoria. I’d never in my life experienced such a rush of ecstasy.

  And holy hell’s bells. This man knew what to do with his tongue and fingers.

  I could feel Brock kissing up my body. He removed my bra, and I still felt like I was half in a dream. He stopped at each nipple, sucking gently. I thought I could possibly come again just from that. Then his mouth hovered over mine.

  “Can I kiss you?”

  I focused on the most beautiful blue eyes ever. Everything was a fog, except for one thing.

  Brock.

  Everything about him was clear. My feelings for him. How much I wanted him inside me. How desperately I wanted his mouth on mine, regardless of where it had just been.

  “Yes,” I breathed out in a heavy voice.

  He pressed his mouth to mine, prompting me to open to him. The salty taste of my own body hit my tongue, causing me to moan. Brock did as well, his fingers slipping inside me
once again. He quickly found the spot that began to build my next orgasm. One press of his thumb on my clit, and another round of pleasure was gifted to me. Brock stopped kissing me as my body shook and trembled with my orgasm.

  “God, I’m already addicted to watching you come,” Brock whispered.

  I opened my eyes and smiled.

  Then, I heard foil ripping.

  “I wanted to go slow our first time, baby, but I’m going to die if I don’t get inside you.”

  I watched him roll the condom onto his length. My lower stomach ached with desire and anticipation.

  Brock moved over me, resting his weight on his elbows as he held on to my head. Our eyes locked, and time stood still. It was just me and him in this moment. I pulled in a deep breath and blew it out, Brock’s name flowing with it.

  He closed his eyes and slowly pushed inside me.

  I wrapped my legs around him, guiding him into me. I felt my body stretch to accommodate his size, and I gasped a couple of times, making him still. The immediate connection I felt sent a rush of heat through my body. This felt beyond amazing. It felt so damn good . . . better than I had ever experienced.

  “More,” I whispered as I nudged him with my legs. When he was completely buried inside me, he leaned his forehead against mine. I knew he felt the connection too.

  “I’m so glad you moved to Montana, Lincoln. You’ve brought me back to life.”

  His words hit me so hard in the chest, I felt my emotions about to tumble out. I wanted to tell him exactly how I felt. That he was the man I hadn’t even known I was waiting for. Longing for. That he would now forever hold a piece of my heart with him.

  That heart quickened as I looked at him.

  Brock didn’t move. He simply kept himself inside me, his eyes still closed, and a million emotions crossed his face. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Feeling.

  I placed my hand on his cheek and whispered, “Brock?”

  When he snapped those baby blues open, our gazes locked again. He pulled out, a pained expression on his face, confusion in his eyes.

  When he pushed back in, he mumbled, “I don’t deserve something so beautiful as you. As this.”

  My fingers sliced into his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. I kissed him with everything I had. I needed him to know what he meant to me. That he did deserve me.