Brock: The Hottest Guys You'll Love to Love (Best of the Bad Boys Book 2)

by Jessie Cooke

  He took his hands off my breasts and reached down and unbuttoned the top of my shorts. Once he unzipped them, they fell to the floor and I slipped out of them. He reached behind me again and spread the towel on the counter. Then he leaned down and sucked one of my breasts into his mouth as he worked my panties down over my thighs to my knees. From there, I wiggled out of them, kicking them away when they got to my ankles. He brought his lips back up to my lips and then he lifted me up and sat me down on the towel on the bathroom counter. He put his lips on my neck. He had one hand in my hair, using it to gently guide my head where he wanted it. I was moaning again as he sucked on my neck. I reached for his t-shirt and pulled it up as far as I could. He stopped what he was doing and pulled it off. With a sigh, I ran my hands across his hard pecs.

  “You’re so sexy,” I whispered into the mouth that was back on mine. I felt his hands at his waist, unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed them down far enough for them to fall down around his ankles without breaking the kiss. My hands were itching to touch him. I let my fingers skim across the top of the waistband of his boxers and felt him shudder.

  He pulled back slightly from my mouth and breathlessly said, “I want you so bad baby girl.” I let my fingers find their way underneath the waistband and as I ran them across his lower abdomen, they skimmed across the head of his throbbing erection. His body convulsed and I felt the muscles in his stomach tighten. Encouraged, I let both of my hands drop down inside the loose boxers and I grabbed hold of his hard cock. Wrapping them both around it and gripping onto it, I began to slowly stroke him up and down. He felt so good in my hands. He groaned and pinched my nipples with his finger and thumb. That caused me to increase my pace and tighten my grip. I let my eyes feast on the way the muscles in his chest, stomach and arms contracted and released as I stroked him. Looking at him was as much of a turn on as stroking him was.

  He stepped forward and I let my lips drop to his neck. I felt him push the shorts off and then he took hold of my wrists in his hands and moved my hands off him. He moved them up and rested hem on his shoulders and as he pulled me in so tightly that my breasts crushed into him hard I let my nails rake gently across his shoulders. He let me suck on his neck a bit longer and then he pulled back slightly and began sucking and nibbling on me. He worked his way down to one of my breasts and sucked it into his mouth hard. He let his tongue push against the nipple and then circle it. Then, he would suck, push and circle again. It felt so good that I was tempted to touch myself. I was soaking the towel underneath me and I couldn’t take it much longer. He moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment.

  He let go of that breast and kissed down my belly. I rested back on my arms with my hands pressed into the counter and let my thighs fall open. He was still kissing on my lower belly when he took his fingers and let them trace along the crease of my inner thigh, first on one side and then on the other. I was squirming against the towel underneath me. He brought his fingers up higher and let them trace down the middle, skimming the hood of my swollen clit as he did.

  “Oh Brock!”

  He lowered his head even more and suddenly he was parting my wet lips with his tongue. He slid his hands underneath me and pulled me into him so that he could delve his tongue deeper into my pussy. I was panting and whimpering. It felt so good. The sensations were coursing heat through my body as I rocked my hips into him. I was in ecstasy as he sucked my clit into his mouth. He pulled me harder into his face, squeezing the cheeks of my ass hard while he sucked my clit. I wanted to scream.

  Lust, need, passion…all surged through my veins as he tore the orgasm from deep inside of me. He continued to lick and suck softly until I came down from my high and stopped shaking. As soon as he relaxed his grip on me I slid down off the counter. He grabbed me up in a hug and kissed me deeply. Tasting myself on his lips and tongue gave me a primal sort of satisfaction. He tasted like me…now he was mine. I had to put my hands on his chest to push out of his grip. When I did, I dropped to my knees on the cold floor and licked my way around the tops of his thighs. He reached down and wrapped my hair up in his fingers as I wrapped my hand around his cock and sucked him into my mouth. I leaned my head back slightly so that I could take him deep into the back of my throat.

  “Oh Jesus…Uh…Lizzie…Fuck baby!”

  The sound of his sexy voice egged me on. He pulled my hair tighter and thrust his hips forward and back. I flicked my tongue across his shaft as he pulled back and sucked hard with every thrust of his hips. He was looking down at me, watching me the whole time which was turning me on even more.

  “Oh God Lizzie, fuck baby you’re amazing. You have to stop though. Baby girl….” I gave him one last final suck and let my tongue linger on the head of his cock before he reached down and hauled me up to my feet. “Where’s the bed?” he asked in a breathless voice. I slid my hand down his arm…feeling the hard muscles in his biceps, before I grab his hand and lead him to my bedroom.

  Once we were there I said, “Lie down, baby.”

  He lay down on his back and I straddled his hips. He reached up and covered my breasts with his hands, squeezing and kneading and tweaking my nipples as I guided his throbbing cock to my opening. I rose up and then I slid down on him, taking him all at once. We both groaned and Brock said my name again. The sound of my name on his lips was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

  I was so hot that I needed to cum again already. I started bouncing up and down on top of him. He took my hips in his hand and thrust up as he lifted me up and down on top of him. He groaned and panted and the sounds he made were driving me mad. He reached up and grabbed my hair again and used it to pull me down into a hot, wet sloppy kiss that ended up more on my face than my lips because of our frantic motions.

  I put my lips on his neck and kissed and licked and sucked on it. His hands were back on my ass, squeezing and releasing with each thrust of his hips. The pleasure was coiling in my belly like a snake and his thrusts were becoming more urgent. The sensations in my body were all fighting for top spot. I felt his lips at my ear, whispering my name, telling me how beautiful I am and how badly he wants me. That caused the explosion to begin in my chest and work its way down into my belly, finally releasing into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I screamed a little bit as I clamped down on his shoulders, digging into his flesh as the aftershocks hit me. When I was completely empty I felt him grab me tighter and flip me over. He leaned down and placed a whisper soft kiss on my lips. I kissed him back, slipping my tongue in between his lips slowly wrapping it around his as I felt his hips begin moving again. He sat up and I lifted my legs. He took them and placed them on his shoulders and then he buried himself inside of me, deep.

  “Oh yeah Brock…yes baby!” He pulled back and slammed into me again. “Oh baby!” God it felt so good to have him so deep inside of me. I opened my eyes and watched the sexy way his muscles rippled and the intensity in his eyes and all over his face. He gripped my ankles with his hands and raised my legs higher, quickening his pace and closing his eyes. He called out my name again before a look of complete ecstasy crossed his face and his hard body went rigid. “Oh God Lizzie! Oh baby!” He rocked slowly then, gliding in and out until at last his muscles relaxed and he fell forward, catching himself with his arms before he crushed me. He placed a sweet kiss on my lips before falling sideways and pulling me into a tight embrace. I found myself wishing that we could stay like this forever.

  8

  Brock

  I had Lizzie wrapped up in my arms for about half an hour, kissing her along the side of her face and burying my face in her hair before I suddenly realized that her breathing patterns had changed. She was breathing deeply and slowly…she’d fallen asleep, poor thing. She couldn’t have gotten much sleep at all the night before between being with me so late and having the abortion on her mind. I adjusted my body so that I could let her lay on her side with her head on the pillow. I still had one arm underneath her neck and the other draped over
her small waist. I kissed the side of her face again and I just lay there for a long time, breathing her in and marveling at how good she felt. I let my hand rest against her belly. She had a tiny little pooch on the lower part of it. I rubbed it gently and wondered if the baby could feel yet. The thought of a baby growing in there fascinated me. Once again I found myself wishing that it was mine and wondering if she would keep it if it was. It gave me goosebumps to think about it. I snuggled in closer and closed my eyes. I fell asleep like that with my arm draped across her waist and my hand protectively across the baby.

  I have no idea how much time passed…hours, I guess. I woke up to a pounding on the door. I was disoriented at first. It had been bright in the room when I fell asleep and now the light coming in the shades was dimming. The sun was already going down. Lizzie was still asleep in my arms. The one that was underneath her was asleep and although I was trying to pull it out so that I could get the door before it woke her, it wouldn’t move. I leaned as far back to the other side as I could and used the momentum to slide it out.

  “Hey,” she said. I thought I imagined it because she hadn’t moved.

  “You awake, baby?”

  “Yeah, what’s all that noise?”

  “I think someone is at the door.”

  She rolled over and looked at my face and smiled. Her hair was fanned out all over the place and her eyes were red. She had sleep marks on the cheek she was laying on. She was incredibly gorgeous. I had to remind myself to breathe.

  “Hi beautiful.”

  Another pounding on the door caused her to sit up. She looked as disoriented as I felt when I woke up. “Who the hell is that? What time is it?”

  “I’m not sure.” My phone was in the pocket of the jeans still on the bathroom floor. “It’s getting dark.”

  Lizzie’s phone started ringing then. She drew her brows together and reached across me to get it. I grabbed a tit. I couldn’t help it.

  “Pervert.”

  I nodded and grinned as she looked at the face of the phone with an even more confused look. “Lance?”

  I could hear Lance’s voice on the other side and then I realized I could hear it outside the front door too. Shit! He told me he was going to talk to her tomorrow. Why is he bothering her with this tonight?

  “Lizzie why won’t you answer the door?”

  “That’s you banging on my door? Where the hell is the fire?”

  “I’m sorry but we’ve been knocking for ten minutes.”

  “We? Who else is here?”

  “Um…can you just come to the door please?”

  “I’ll be right there.” She disconnected the call and then looked at me and said, “Do you know what’s going on?”

  “I have no idea. He said he was going to talk to you, but I thought he was going to wait until tomorrow.”

  “Damn! I guess I better go see what he wants. Why on earth would he bring someone else with him?”

  I shrugged again. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t know.”

  She got up and I watched with pleasure as she put on a pair of red lacy panties a matching bra and a tank top. She fished around in her drawer until she found a pair of yoga pants and she pulled those on. Her ass looked so hot in them that I felt my cock twitch again already. She grinned at me as she wound her hair up into a messy bun and used a clasp that was on her dresser to pin it up. “Maybe you should get dressed?”

  “I thought I’d wait here and when you finished…” She reached down and picked up a pillow we’d knocked onto the floor and threw it at me and giggled.

  “Get dressed pervert.”

  “Okay, but it’s your loss.”

  She giggled again. “I know,” she said. “I’ll suffer through it.” She pulled the bedroom door shut as she went out to let Lance in. With a sigh, I got up and went into the bathroom to find my clothes. I pulled on my shirt and my boxers and was slipping into my jeans when I heard her say, “What the hell kind of bullshit is this?”

  Uh oh! I struggled to button and zip them and hurried out. Lance and Lizzie were standing and facing each other. Ian was sitting on the couch and another man in a suit and tie sat opposite from him. I had a bad feeling about this. “What’s going on?” I asked. Ian and the suited man looked up at me. Lance glanced at me but then returned his attentions back to Lizzie and said,

  “Lizzie just listen to me, please. I can’t legally stop you from having the abortion…but this takes the pressure off you, right…at least most of it.”

  Lizzie was looking at a bunch of paperwork in her hand. I walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder. It looked like legal paperwork. “What is that?” I asked her. She didn’t answer me, but she handed it to me over her shoulder.

  I started reading through them and after the first few pages I realized that a legal document was exactly what this was. I looked up at Lance and said, “You went and got a lawyer before you even talked to her?”

  “He didn’t. I did.” Ian said.

  I looked at him and then the other guy. That’s who this guy was, one of Ian’s…or Ian’s dad’s attorneys. “Is this really any of your business?” I asked him.

  “I suppose it’s as much my business as it is yours,” Ian said. I was working on breathing through the anger. Lizzie was right. This is bullshit. They’re ambushing her.

  “Lance? You think this is the way to do this? You couldn’t come and talk to her yourself like a man without bringing re-enforcements and legal documents?”

  Lance looked at me then and said, “You of all people should know how devastating it is to not have any rights. All I’m asking is that she carries my baby to term. From there on out, I will raise it…she doesn’t have to do anything else. It seems like the perfect solution…”

  Lizzie looked up at him and said, “They basically want to pay me to have this baby and then hand him over to them and walk away.”

  “I just think this could have been done in a much more appropriate way,” I said, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. If what he was saying was true, it was a pretty good solution…but once again I have to say that the fact he didn’t just come talk to her about it was a cowardly move.

  Ian shot me another dirty look and said, “We’re not offering to pay you, Lizzie…We’re saying that we’ll support the child from now on.”

  “I need some time to think,” she said.

  “Wait a second.” I was reading the last page. One of the provisions there said, “I agree not to come within a hundred feet of Mr. Fields, his partner Mr. Wright or the aforementioned child. I understand this could mean not continuing on in my job as an octagon girl for the UFC.”

  “What the hell is this? Why would she have to quit her job?”

  Ian started to answer me. I gave him a look and said, “No! I want Lance to answer it. Quit standing there like a pussy and letting everyone else talk for you.”

  Lizzie took an almost imperceptible step back so that her back was against my chest. I think she was afraid that I was going to punch him again. She had good reason to be. I was getting angry again. They just kept treating her like she’s a second-class citizen and it was really pissing me off.

  Lance looked at me with fire in his eyes and said, “The papers speak for themselves.” He looked at Lizzie then and in a soft tone he said, “Please think seriously about this, Lizzie. Please don’t kill my baby.”

  9

  Brock

  I stayed with Lizzie overnight and got to the gym an hour early. I wasn’t going to leave her after Lance and Ian blindsided her the way that they did. She ranted for a while after they left and then she suddenly dissolved. I’m not sure when I see Lance here today if I can keep from punching him in the face again, but at least here he’ll have Jacob and the other guys to pull me off him. I was trying to work off some of the aggression before he got here, that’s why I’d come in early.

  I wrapped my hands, wrapping my right one with a little extra padding because it still hurt from connecting with Lance’
s face yesterday. I started on the eighty-pound bag, kicking and punching and throwing elbows into it. I lost track of time. I was in the zone and as my muscles burned, my hand throbbed and the sweat rolled off me, I felt myself letting go of some of the anger I’d been feeling all night.

  “Brock the Rock!”

  Fucking Bradley, he can’t say my name without adding “The Rock” to it. He’s one of those middle-aged guys who smartly invested his money in MMA fighters and now thinks he’s cool through osmosis. It annoyed the hell out of me. I constantly had to remind myself that I couldn’t throw him too much attitude since he literally had the power to make or break me. I also hoped like hell every time I saw him that his wife didn’t have an attack of conscience and tell him about deep-throating me in the bathroom. I took a deep breath and picked up my towel. As I turned around I forced a smile,

  “Bradley, what’s up?”

  “You’re looking good! You’re going to have to be in tip top shape to go after that title.”

  Fuck, I’ve already almost lost one best friend this week… “About that Bradley, I’m not sure I’m the one that you want to pit against Jacob.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?”

  “He’s just better than me…” I didn’t see Lee coming in behind me.

  “Who’s better than you?”

  Bradley had his arms folded and he was still staring at my face as he told him, “He’s balking at fighting The Lion for his title.”