Brock's Hellion

by Nicole Austin

  His teeth nipped her lower lip. She gasped and his tongue surged forward, plundering her mouth, his taste overwhelming her senses as the ice covering her scarred heart cracked and melted. His tongue conquered, possessed. He vanquished her fears and released a flood of emotions she didn’t stand a chance of fighting.

  Brock controlled the kiss, took ownership and she responded. He fisted his fingers in her hair, tilted her head, then held her right where he wanted. And the strangest thing happened—she began to crave the Dominant side of him, to yearn for more. Her entire world narrowed to his soft yet firm lips moving over hers, the slide of their tongues and each of his husky groans.

  Then he shifted again, one hand slipping beneath her jacket, across her belly to palm her breast and pluck at a taut nipple through her lace bra. The other hand dipped under her waistband and panties to stroke along her clit with a featherlight touch. His hands stilled for several long moments, obviously noticing the twenty pounds she’d dropped in the past month before moving on, thankfully without mentioning the dramatic weight loss.

  She gasped and broke the kiss as two fingers framed the bundle of nerves and squeezed. Her hips thrust of their own volition as electric shocks zinged through her body. Brock’s teeth grazed her neck, latched on to a tender spot and held her in place, captive to the rapidly amplifying current crackling between excited nerve endings.

  He played her body expertly, each touch driving her higher and further out of control. Her back arched, thrusting her breast against his hand as she hovered on the edge. So close, she reached for the orgasm.

  “Please…Brock. I need—”

  His teeth released their hold and the damp heat of his tongue teased the artery that pulsed in time with her clit.

  “You beg so sweetly, hellion.”

  Beg. She didn’t beg. Not anyone for anything.

  “Pleeease…”

  She heard the whimpered plea, on some level realizing it had come from her lips while at the same time refusing to admit how easily he devastated all her defenses. There would be no holding back. Not from Brock.

  “Later, when you’re tied to my bed, it will be my mouth on your wet pussy. I will bring you just to the edge, over and over, never allowing you to orgasm. Not until those pouty lips promise me everything I want.”

  Oh God. Brock meant to torture her into submitting. Didn’t he know that he’d already captured her heart? “What?” she panted. “What do…you want?”

  “You, hellion. I want you. All of you. Submitting to my desires in bed.” He pinched her clit and extreme shock waves of ecstasy had Tink crying out. “And outside of bed, you’ll continue to keep me on my toes.”

  Her heart leapt in her chest as her hazy mind fought to comprehend exactly what he was saying. Did he want her to be his lover or something…more?

  Brock’s hand shifted between her legs, two thick fingers driving into her drenched pussy. The heel of his hand exerted exquisite pressure and friction against her clit as the wet slurping sound of his fingers fucking into her drove Tink to distraction.

  Grinding her pussy against his hand, Tink arched harder than a bow stretched to the snapping point. She reached for the orgasm just as nearby voices filtered into the tunnel.

  “Damn, someone’s having one hell of a good time.”

  She recognized Riley’s voice coming from somewhere outside, stunned when instead of chasing her orgasm away, it brought her closer to the precipice.

  “Come on. Let’s go find Mandy and make sure she stays far away.”

  Tink made a mental note to thank Jesse but then all thought dissolved as Brock whispered in her ear. “Come, hellion. Come for me now.”

  That was all she needed. His firm command opened the floodgates and released the raging river of pleasure he’d so skillfully built. Unable to hold back, she screamed, barely aware of a barked curse from somewhere outside the tunnel.

  Brock held her through the storm, riding out her orgasm then easing her back down with gentle touches and the sweetest kisses.

  As her breathing slowed, Tink snuggled closer into the curve of his body, a million different thoughts racing through her head that she refused to voice. A confounding mixture of terror and hope bombarded her. The stress of the past months finally took its toll. Silent tears streamed from her eyes as she trembled.

  What a mess her life had become. How would she ever sort it out?

  “It’s okay, hellion. Let it out. I’ve got you.”

  Of all the people to have a mental meltdown around, of course it had to be Brock. Yet Tink could no more stem the flow of her tears than explain the minefield that lay ahead of her and why he should keep his distance.

  For that brief moment, she just let go. There was no fighting her weakness or hiding from the pain.

  Brock didn’t ask for details or offer recriminations for her vulnerability. He simply held her tight against his strong, capable frame, absorbing her anguish and freely extending unconditional support, which made her cry harder.

  No one had ever held her with such tender care. He smoothed his big hands over her long hair and soothingly rubbed her arm, continuing to hold her long after her tears had dried, ignoring the cold discomfort of the cramped quarters.

  He finally spoke when her teeth started to chatter and shivers racked her body.

  “Come on, hellion. Let’s go home.”

  Chapter Ten

  Christmas Eve and Brock was wound tighter than a six-year-old hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa and his reindeer. But then his hellion had that effect on him. Life would certainly never be boring with Tink by his side. The past week with her had been amazing.

  He waited until after all the festivities were over and they headed to the bunkhouse alone to exchange gifts. Finally!

  Sitting on the side of his bed, he waited for Tink to join him. Now that the moment had arrived, his confidence slipped and nerves got the better of him. He jumped up and paced, fussed with the bow and wrapping on the present, then forced himself to sit back down.

  What the hell was taking her so long? And what if she didn’t get the symbolism of the present? She might think it was silly. Since they hadn’t done a lot of talking about the future was he being presumptuous?

  Fuck! He hated feeling unsure of himself.

  Then the door opened and there she was. And catching a glimpse of Tink was a hundred times better than seeing Santa. As if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, he couldn’t breathe and felt lightheaded.

  Damn, she was one sexy woman. His woman!

  “Have you been naughty or nice?” At the sultry tone in her voice, all the blood left his head and rushed to fill his rapidly hardening cock. He was pretty sure some circuits had fried in his brain, because speech was impossible.

  When he didn’t say anything, her gaze dropped to the floor and she fussed with the shiny black belt cinching the waist of her naughty Mrs. Claus outfit. Blonde hair cascaded from under a red velvet, fur-lined cap. The matching strapless minidress hugged every succulent curve from breast to upper thighs, leaving a beautiful stretch of skin bare above red and white striped thigh-high stockings with shiny black belts buckled at the top. A killer set of strappy black incredibly high heels adorned her small feet and did wonderful things to those gorgeous legs.

  “C’mere, hellion.” The words came out harsher than he intended but Brock was hanging on to his composure by a thread.

  Vivid blue eyes, wary yet smoldering with desire, took his measure for several seconds before she slowly moved to stand before him.

  “Christ, hellion. You are so fucking beautiful. Please tell me that you’re my present because I’ve been a very good boy.”

  A corner of her lips twitched before a smile slowly stretched across her mouth. “Y-you like the outfit?”

  “Love it.” He placed his hands at her waist and stared up into her face, which had always been pretty but now that she’d started to let her emotions show had become mesmerizing. “I can’t wait to unwrap
my present…slowly…with my teeth.”

  Her breathing sped up and the upper curves of her breasts swelled against the dress, which barely covered her pebbled nipples.

  Brock patted his thigh. “Sit on Santa’s knee, darlin’. Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

  Her warm, round bottom touched down on his leg and Brock struggled to keep himself in check. He wanted to savor every second of their first Christmas together.

  “I already got what I want.” She spoke in a soft, almost shy whisper with her eyes downcast.

  “And what’s that, hellion?”

  “You.” When she finally met his gaze, the love filling her eyes would have knocked him on his ass if he weren’t already sitting down.

  There went his tongue, clogging his throat again. Brock picked up the gift sitting next to him on the bed and placed it in her hands. Anticipation glowed on her face as she carefully removed the ribbon and paper then opened the box. She blinked a few times, the cutest expression of confusion crossing her delicate features.

  He reached in, lifted out the heavy doorknob and handed her two sets of keys. One gold keychain was engraved with her name, the other with his. “Oh, Brock,” she gasped.

  “I can’t give you the house yet but I will, Tink. And when it’s built, it would make me the happiest man on earth if you’d live there with me, in our little valley.” He picked up an envelope from the bottom of the box and opened up the new property deed bearing both their names. “It will be ours, together, if you’ll have me.”

  A fat tear rolled down her cheek and his heart clenched. He swiped it away with his thumb then set the box and present aside. “Please tell me that’s a happy tear.”

  She grasped his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his in the sweetest of kisses. Tink kissed him again and again, punctuating each with a “Yes.”

  Brock couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her, bare skin to bare skin, with his cock thrust balls-deep into the tight clasp of her body. Rolling them, he moved over her and removed each sexy piece of the outfit using only his teeth, kissing each inch of satiny smooth skin as it was revealed. Petting her and arousing them both to the point of desperation.

  He stood, quickly shucking his clothes before rejoining her on the bed. Rising up over her, Brock stared down at the amazing woman who had reshaped his life and given him back a part of himself he’d sorely missed. He wanted to give her the world in return.

  “What do you want, hellion?”

  Her eyes widened and she blinked. “What can I have?”

  “Anything you want.”

  The opportunity was too good to pass up. Tink knew exactly what she’d wanted since the first time she’d seen his powerful body naked. Asking for it was the hard part. She tilted her head and stared into his dark eyes, wondering how to word her request.

  “Don’t go getting shy on me now. Tell me.”

  Would he really give her what she wanted, without her submitting? “No Dominance? My way? How I want it?”

  “Anything you want,” he repeated. “Do you want slow and tender lovemaking? Hard and fast fucking?”

  She wanted both but had something very specific in mind.

  “Come on, hellion. Put me out of my misery,” he implored. “Tell me.”

  Her fingertips glided over his thin mustache and the hair shadowing his firm jaw. “That first night in the bunkhouse, when you stripped off your jeans and I saw you naked…mmm. All those chiseled muscles and those strong legs.” She sighed. “I pictured you fucking me standing up. Not against a wall. Just me wrapped around you with your hands holding my ass, sliding me up and down over your cock.”

  Brock groaned and dropped his head, nuzzling her neck. “Damn, Tink.”

  “What?” she pouted. “Don’t you think that would work? You’re strong—”

  He moved fast, startling a squeal out of her. The world spun as he rose from the bed and shifted her in his arms. Her legs automatically wrapped around him, ankles locking behind his back as she threw her arms around his neck.

  A wealth of emotions swelled and tears threatened as she struggled against the onslaught. There was no doubt about it, she loved him heart and soul. Words she’d kept suppressed surged forward. “Brock…I—”

  He leaned back and stared into her eyes again and that was all it took to set her emotions free. She placed a hand over her breast. “You’re in my heart.”

  Brock laughed, ruining the moment. Her temper flared, rose, and Tink prepared to tear him to shreds. How dare he laugh at her declaration? One she’d never imagined feeling or making.

  As she opened her mouth to blast him, Brock quickly closed the miniscule distance between them, bringing their lips together in the softest kiss. With her fingers clasped behind his neck she struggled to increase the pressure and deepen the kiss. He broke the intimate connection and she whimpered at the loss.

  “I hoped and dreamed but never expected I’d receive such a precious gift. I love you, Tink.”

  He reclaimed her lips and she obediently opened to receive more of his drugging kisses, drinking him in, consumed by a greedy thirst for which she would not apologize. There was nothing tentative in her kiss. In a voracious and ravenous blast, she unleashed every emotion held in check for too long. Her kiss was full of hunger and want and need. She dug her fingernails into his back as she tried to burrow beneath his skin. The small bite of pain must have fired his libido, prompting Brock to respond in kind.

  He slid his big hands over her hips, lifting her higher and molding their bodies together. Her breasts flattened against the solid wall of his chest, the crisp hair abrading her pebbled nipples, sending fiery jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. The hard length of his cock settled right where she wanted it, between her widespread legs. She clung to him, pressing her heels into his firm ass, struggling to get even closer.

  She was panting, desperate for more, which Brock readily provided. He thrust his tongue past her lips and consumed her. Devilish fingers kneaded the fleshy globes of her ass as she ground her drenched pussy back and forth along the ridge of his cock, coating him in her cream. She flexed her legs and wiggled, trying to get him where she needed. Heat pulsed, bodies pressed closer but they couldn’t get close enough.

  “I need…” she cried then sucked on his tongue with hard and insistent pulls, showing him without words just what she wanted. What they both had to have.

  “Yes. Now.” Brock’s hands shifted to her hips and he lifted her until his broad cock head notched against her damp opening. Thrusting forward, he pulled her down onto him, stopping when their bodies crashed together.

  She sucked in a hard breath. While it wasn’t the first time they’d gone without a condom since they’d both tested clean and she’d started birth control, the amazing sensation of his bare cock stretching her wide still overwhelmed Tink. “So good!”

  He buried his face in her hair and breathed deep, gulping for air, and she knew he was trying to regain control. But she wanted him wild, passionate and unleashed. The walls of her pussy spasmed at the idea and she clenched around him, squeezing his cock. She flexed her legs, pulling him tighter into her.

  “I want to go slow,” he moaned. “Make love.”

  “Fuck slow.” She contracted her legs and wiggled again, grinding her clit against his pelvis. “Just fuck me, Brock. Hard…fast…now, damn it.”

  Her head spun and her senses reeled as she tried to take it all in, absorb every detail. Burn each touch into her memory. Her pussy ached and became hotter than molten lava. The sensitive tissues felt stretched to the max. It was too much and not enough.

  Brock pulled back and lifted her. She cried out but the sound was cut short as he simultaneously thrust upward and slammed her down. He fell into a steady pace, lifting and dropping her over his cock as he thrust hard, fast and deep. Each hard drive forced her body to accommodate the thick invasion and ended with a solid thump against her cervix. She fought his withdrawal—the empty ache left behind. Rejo
iced in each forward charge—the complete joining of their bodies.

  So good. Full.

  She cried out his name and a wicked grin spread across his lips. Brock swooped in, sealing their lips in a blistering hot kiss that made her toes curl. He bent his knees and she canted her hips, causing his pubic bone to grind across her clit as they came together.

  “Oh yes!” Pleasure gathered, coiled low in her abdomen then burst over Tink. She gave herself over to the sensations as bright flashes of lightning exploded behind her eyelids.

  Brock never slowed or faltered. He powered through her orgasm, keeping it going and driving her higher, pounding into her harder and faster.

  Giving up on breathing, she focused on returning even a fraction of the amazing pleasure he selflessly gave.

  “Ah yes, Brock. Fuck me good,” she encouraged, meeting him thrust for thrust, surprised by a second, even more devastating orgasm blasting outward from her core.

  Brock lifted her and slammed forward twice more before shouting her name as he joined her in ecstasy. As heated jets of cum filled her body, she trembled and dropped her damp head to his shoulder. Replete and exhausted, she relaxed against him, implicitly trusting him to take care of her and get them both back to the bed.

  After they recovered, they made love, leisurely and tenderly at first. As their passion intensified, so did the pace. There was no Dominance or submission, not that night. Just a beautiful joining of two lovers sharing something they both knew to the depths of their souls was right. They belonged together, and shared hopes and dreams for a long future spent wrapped up in each other’s arms.

  * * * * *

  “Why are you being punished?”

  Tink gasped and writhed. Her hips would have bucked right up off the bed if Brock didn’t have her pinned down. And how the hell did he expect her to talk when she could hardly breathe?

  Once again he’d had her on the verge of a powerful orgasm only to pull back and leave her hanging. She’d lost count of how many times he had denied her release. As punishment went it was certainly more effective than the spankings, which she enjoyed.