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

by Jessie Cooke

  I had to taste her. I dropped to my knees on the carpet and wrapped my arms underneath her legs. Without hesitation, I put my face between them and licked her from top to bottom…and then I pushed my tongue inside of her as deeply as I could. She moaned as I began to flick my tongue around inside of her, tasting her sweetness. She was so wet and I could feel the walls of her pussy pulsing around my tongue. I moved one hand up and used it to pull open her lips to expose her swollen clit. I gave it a gentle lick and she cried out and arched her back, bringing her hips up off the bed. I tweaked it again, this time with my teeth. Her legs jerked and she cried out again. Then I let one finger of the hand that was holding her open enter her smooth tunnel and she moaned deeply as I moved it around inside of her and pressed my tongue down hard on her nub. She was writhing across the bed and whimpering and after a bit, I climbed up on the bed and straddled one of her thighs. I left my hand behind me, working between her legs, still causing her to moan and gasp. I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it while I fingered her pussy.

  “Brock! Oh baby! God, you’re so good baby!”

  I smiled against her soft flesh and pushed another finger inside of her, letting them go deeper as she squealed and quivered underneath me. Her breathing was ragged and I sucked harder and nibbled and fucked her with my fingers until she literally screamed out my name….

  “Brock! Oh fuck baby! I’m cumming! Oh God!” I kept rubbing her as she tensed and shook and clawed at my arms. I could feel her still shaking underneath me as I worked her through the orgasm and then slowly withdrew my fingers. I brought my head up and let my lips find hers. “God,” she whispered against my mouth as I slid my tongue in between her lips. She clamped down on it and started sucking. It was erotic and I loved it.

  When she started to recover from her orgasm, she reached down to touch me. I pulled back. “I’m sorry baby. I need to be inside of you. If you touch me…it’s going to be over in a second.”

  She smiled, “What do you want to do to me, Brock?”

  “I want to fuck you, Lizzie. I want it so bad. I want it worse than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

  “Mmm…me too, baby.” I used my hand to line up with her opening and I pushed in gently at first. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and closed her eyes. Her hair was stuck to her face in a light sheen of sweat…she looked so hot. I pushed in further. She’s so damned hot that I’m afraid to go too fast. She’s so wet that when I finally thrust my cock the rest of the way inside of her, it slid in easily and I felt it hit bottom with a jolt that rocketed through me down to my toes. I pulled back and listened to her moan. God, she felt so good…We got into a rhythm of me thrusting down and her hips coming up to meet me. Her moans got louder and more urgent as she gripped onto my shoulders using me as leverage to lift herself up off the bed. I reached down and put my hands on her hips and as I drove into her faster, I held her in place so that we could both feel me fill her up all the way. She was so warm and soft…God, I couldn’t stop. I felt the orgasm racing through me already…but I couldn’t stop.

  I tried to slow down but Lizzie reached up and put her hands on my ass. Pushing me harder down into her she said, “Don’t stop baby…I’m going to cum again too…don’t slow down. I want all of you, baby…I want you to cum with me…” She gasped each word out and the sound of her breathless voice worked against my ability to hold back. Little shocks of pleasure start firing off inside of me and I bucked my hips wildly. She stiffened and began to moan…

  “Oh Lizzie…baby girl…oh my God! I love you!” On that note I had an orgasm that rocked me to my core and underneath me, she was having hers as well. We were both panting and gasping for breath when my body finally went slack and I collapsed next to her.

  “Wow,” she breathed out.

  “You said it, baby.” I suddenly realized that I’d said something. Shit! Did I really blurt out that I loved her? What was I, sixteen? I cautiously raised my head and looked at her face. She was staring at me with those gorgeous eyes… “You know what?”

  “What?” she was still breathless and her voice was low and sexy.

  “I’m sorry I blurted it out like that…I know this isn’t a good time…but I do love you, Lizzie. God, I am so incredibly out of my mind in love with you.” I watched her face…both driven to tell her how I was feeling, and afraid of what her reaction was going to be. She didn’t say a word. She just wrapped herself up against me and sighed into my chest. I put my arm around her, content after our lovemaking, but wondering what her silence meant.

  17

  Lizzie

  I spent the entire day and night with Brock. I woke up early this morning and have been staring at his beautiful face as he slept next to me for at least an hour. God, he’s just so amazing that sometimes I can’t even believe that he’s here with me. We made love several more times in several different places in the house and positions last night and I never said anything about his declaration of love the first time. He was in the throes of passion…that doesn’t really count, right? I mean, I’ve been told that before in the middle of sex and a couple of times I fell for it and said it back. The exit afterwards was quick and awkward…I didn’t want to make the same mistake with Brock.

  No one had ever really given me love before except Cassie. I knew how to be a best friend and love her back…but as far as someone being in love with me and me really loving them back… I had no experience with that at all on either side of it. I’m not even sure what it is that I’m feeling. Do I love him? He makes me feel good…so good. He makes me feel like my life matters, like I’m special. He’s fast becoming my second-best friend who I feel like I can talk about anything with. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel beautiful. I can’t stop thinking about him. I want him to be happy. I want to share everything with him. But…is that love?

  He finally opened his pretty eyes and looked at me. A lazy smile spread across his face and in a sleepy voice he said,

  “Good morning, gorgeous.”

  I ran my fingers along the side of his handsome face. “Good morning yourself, gorgeous.”

  He rolled into me and folded me up into his big arms.

  “Hey Lizzie?”

  “Yeah baby.”

  “I meant what I said last night, but I don’t expect you to say it back. I don’t want to put any pressure on you…”

  “You meant what?” I knew what he was talking about…Honestly; I just suddenly wanted to hear him say it again.

  “Um…well, if you didn’t hear me…”

  I pushed against him and he laughed. “Did you mean it?”

  He moved his head back and looked at my face. “I meant it.”

  “Say it again.”

  He sat up, took my hands in his and said, “I love you Lizzie Saint.” The damned water works started flowing again without any warning. My chest was tight as I looked at his eyes and I could see that they were more than just words to him. He meant it. He loved me…Brock Carter…hot, passionate, sweet amazing Brock, loves me. “You don’t have to say it back. I don’t expect…” I put my fingers across his lips.

  “I love you too, Brock Carter.” His face lit up and he moved my hand away and kissed me. It was a sweet, passionate kiss and when he broke it he bent down and kissed my belly and said,

  “I love him or her too.” That did it, now I was really bawling.

  Brock and I planned to see if we could meet with Lance and Ian today to talk about the baby, but while we were having breakfast, Cassie called me.

  “Hey sunshine! How are you? You were supposed to call me.” Oh damn! She called three times after my meltdown at Planet Hollywood. I called her back finally and I still wasn’t doing great and I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I told her I would call her in a day or two.

  “I’m sorry, Cass. You know how I am. I thought about it a bunch of times…” She laughed.

  “I figured. You’re okay though?” I could hear the concern in her voice. I love my friend.r />
  “I’m okay honey. I really did plan on calling you today…and Jacob. There’s something I need to talk to you guys about.”

  “Perfect then! Jacob is barbecuing tonight and I was calling to invite you over. But, only if you’re okay with Ian and Lance being here…He was going to call Brock too…Jacob doesn’t like all the tension going on between everyone.”

  “Well, I need to talk to Ian and Lance too, so that’s perfect.”

  “Is it about the baby?”

  “Yeah. What time and what should we bring?”

  “One and just bring your beautiful self…”

  “And my hunky boyfriend?”

  “Absolutely. Hunky boyfriends are a requirement at our parties.”

  “I love you, Cass.”

  “I love you too!”

  I disconnected the call and suddenly felt Brock’s big arms circle around me from behind. “Did you just call me your “Hunky boyfriend”?”

  “I did. Is that okay?”

  He spun me around so I was facing him and said, “That’s more than okay. I love the sound of it.”

  “Hunky or boyfriend?”

  He laughed. “Well, the hunky goes without saying….”

  I arched an eyebrow but then realized I couldn’t even pretend to argue that point. He was gorgeous, period. He had one of his hands resting against the back of my neck. He pulled it around to the side of my neck and let his fingers rest against the pulse that was pounding there.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I was just thinking about how cool it would be to be a vampire. I’d love to bite into your supple flesh and drink the blood right out of you.”

  “You’re sick.”

  He laughed. “I wanted to see if my kiss made your pulse speed up.”

  “It did,” I told him honestly.

  “Good, because you make mine beat so fast sometimes I feel like it’s going to explode.” He pulled me back in for another kiss. It was a sexy kiss with a lot of languid tongue motions. I felt him press his pelvis into me. He was hard…again.

  I pushed back against his chest. “Uh uh! We don’t have time. We’ve been having sex for two days straight.”

  He laughed. “I didn’t ask…”

  “I felt it,” I told him. “Seriously, I think two days straight is sufficient for a while. We need to take a little break…”

  “I’d call that a bit of an exaggeration. We’ve had sex exactly three times in the past…” he looked at the time on his phone, “Eighteen hours. I think we can do better than that…don’t you baby? I think we should give it our personal best.” He kissed the side of my face.

  “We don’t have time,” I said with a giggle.

  He tipped my chin up and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “I can be fast…you’ve witnessed that first hand…”

  My resistance was wearing thin as he turned my face and kissed down along my hairline to my neck. Pausing there, he bit down softly over my vein. “Mmm…”

  “You like that baby…? I have lots more tricks up my sleeve…”

  “I need to get ready for the barbecue,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like it was protesting for some reason.

  “Fast baby…I can be real fast…but oh so good…”

  “Mmm…”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Mm hmm. Fast.”

  He stripped us down right there in the kitchen and then he sat down in one of the chairs and pulled me down in his lap with my legs straddling him. He reached up and put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. My nipples were pressing hard against his chest and his hard cock pressed up against my pussy lips. I was soaking wet again and I couldn’t control the motion of my hips as I ground down into him. We both moaned and he reached between us and lined up against my opening. He held onto my thighs and pushed his hips up slowly off the chair He let out a long deep moan as he slid inside of me.

  “No place better,” he said in a husky voice.

  “What place is that, baby?” I asked as I rocked back and forth on his cock.

  “This place, inside of you. God it’s so good. It’s your fault that I’m a pervert.”

  I laughed. “I knew you before we got together, remember? I’d say you’ve always been a pervert.”

  He reached around and took hold of my ass and used it to move me up and down on his cock.

  “Maybe,” he said, “But you’ve made it worse than it’s ever been. I can’t get enough of you.”

  “I hope you never do.” He began pounding into me then and I arched my back and pushed my hips forward, taking him in as deeply as I could. I’d never felt anything like what I feel when Brock and I make love…most of what I felt with him at any given time was just so much more intense than anything else…it was like I was feeling it all for the first time.

  When we got to Jacob and Cassie’s house, Lance and Ian were already there. They were both polite, but cool when they greeted us. Jacob had just put the steaks on the grill and Brock said,

  “Lizzie has some things that she needs to talk to you guys about. I’d appreciate it if you’d hear her out before you say anything. Keep in mind that although you might think you know what someone else is going through, you really never do.” They were looking at him curiously and then they turned their attentions on me. I’d brought the “contract” with me that Ian’s lawyers had drawn up. I handed it to Lance and said,

  “I won’t sign that…but if you have concerns about the legalities of what I’m going to offer you, we can have another one drawn up…”

  “For what?” he said. He looked distressed all of a sudden and my heart went out to him. It really must suck to be a man in this situation and have no real rights.

  “For joint custody…”

  “You’re not having the abortion?” Lance said.

  “No. I’m having the baby…but I’m not giving it up, Lance. I want to raise this baby, but I’m willing to do that as a co-parent with you, and list you as the father on the birth certificate.”

  Lance was smiling. He looked genuinely happy. I looked at Ian. His face was neutral. “I’d like that…I’d love it. Thank you, Lizzie,” Lance said, enthusiastically.

  “Don’t thank me. That’s the way it should be. A good parent would never want to keep their child away from their father or their mother…and I want to be a good parent.”

  “Why all of a sudden?” Ian asked. His tone and the look on his face were suspicious. Brock was holding my hand and I felt his muscles tense at Ian’s tone. I squeezed his hand and tried to communicate with my eyes that it was okay.

  “I had an epiphany; I guess you would call it. I suddenly realized that I was having protective feelings towards the baby and I was feeling maternal. The more time passes, the more I realize that I already love this baby and although being a mother might be the hardest thing I ever do…I want to do it and I want to do it right. I’m willing to do whatever I need to do in order to make that happen.”

  Ian’s blue eyes didn’t waver and his expression didn’t change. Lance was still grinning from ear to ear when Ian said, “Are you going to have a DNA test?”

  “Ian, that’s enough!” Lance raised his voice. I think it may have been the first time I’d ever heard him raise his voice to anyone. “She’s doing what’s best for us all here. Why can’t you leave it at that?”

  “I don’t see how a DNA test is too much to ask.”

  “It’s not,” I said, still gripping Brock’s tense arm. I was proud of him. It was easy to tell that he was having a hard time staying in his seat, but he was doing it. Cassie was looking at Ian with a disappointed look and Jacob seemed like he was just going to monitor the situation and make sure it didn’t get out of hand. “I’m planning on getting the DNA test as soon as it’s safe for the baby. I don’t have any doubts that this is Lance’s baby…but I wouldn’t expect you to just take my word for it. There’s something else I need you guys to know as well…Mr. Wright came to see me a few days ago…
” The change in Jacob’s face and posture were subtle, but they were there. I saw Cassie take his hand. Ian’s interest was piqued. Lance was the one who said,

  “Why? What did he want?”

  I took the manila envelope out of my purse and handed it to him. Lance looked at the outside of it curiously and then he opened the flap and looked inside. “Fuck!”

  Jacob visibly tensed then and Ian pressed the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. “Is it money?” Jacob asked.

  “Yeah, a lot of it,” Lance said.

  “What did he want you to do in exchange for it?” Ian asked me.

  “He wanted me to have the abortion.” I went from being annoyed with Ian to wanting to give him a hug. His face looked so crestfallen. “He said there would be more money after it was said and done. I told him I wouldn’t do it and I didn’t want his money. That was when he pulled out the big guns.”

  “Baby, you don’t really have to tell them this part,” Brock said. God, I love him.