Leather and Steel (Romance on the Go)

by Hennessee Andrews

  “Were you texting or something?” Mallory asked, suppressing a smile.

  “No, I wasn’t texting.” Skye groaned.

  “Uh, oh. I know that groan. What happened?”

  Skye looped her arm through Mallory’s and began walking. She seemed to think more clearly while her feet moved. “I saw Brock standing at a railroad crossing.”

  “Wow, Brock, huh?”

  “Yeah, I haven’t seen him since I left. I thought he’d moved away. When did he come back here?”

  “A couple of years ago,” Mallory admitted.

  “Oh,” Skye replied, wondering why Mallory never told her.

  “I know what you’re thinking and I didn’t tell you because he’s married.”

  Skye’s heart stopped. “Married?”

  “Last time I knew, he was.”

  The words “Brock” and “married” together made her heart ache. The tears stinging the inside of her eyes had nothing to do with Mallory’s father and everything to do with Brock. She chastised herself for allowing jealousy to take over. After all, she was the one that had walked away from him to begin with. He had every right to go on with his life. But why did he lie? Was he hoping for a fling while she was in town? Not that she would mind experiencing his touch again or anything, but if he was married, no. She drew a line where adultery was concerned, even though her body willed her forward.

  After a church dinner for the family, Skye said her goodbyes and made breakfast plans with Mallory for the next morning. She got in her car and sat with emotions surging, making her crazy. How could Brock drive her wild with his smile and ask for her to call if he was married? The thought made her angry. That wasn’t fair to her or his wife at home.

  Opening the folded piece of paper Brock had given her, Skye read his message.

  Call me as soon as you’re free….

  His number was under the message. She dialed with irritation.

  “Hello, Skye,” Brock answered.

  She was immediately turned on. He’d always had a unique voice that made her quiver. “Hi, Brock. Why did you lie to me?” Her tongue engaged before she could catch her words and they tumbled out.

  “I didn’t lie to you about anything,” he stated calmly. “What would I lie to you about?”

  Skye trembled. “The fact you’re married.”

  Brock chuckled softly. The sound tickled the inside of her ear and made her pulse escalate. “Sweetheart, I’m divorced as of one year and two days ago.”

  “Oh!” she gasped, feeling like an ass.

  “What hotel are you staying at?” he asked in a no-nonsense tone.

  “I’m staying at the Hard Rock. Room 203.”

  “I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes.” He hung up the phone.

  Skye started the rental car and backed out. There was something so demanding in Brock’s tone. He was different somehow, yet was still the same. The years had changed him, she realized, but she didn’t recall him being so gruff or to the point. When they were involved, he was a happy-go-lucky type of guy that didn’t take life too seriously. Now, it seemed the opposite. There was almost a hint of anger in his voice. Why did I run my mouth and call him a liar?

  An anxious quiver rolled through her stomach as she merged onto the interstate. She hated confrontation of any kind. Was Brock angry with her or was she borrowing trouble? When they dated, there was never a single argument between them or disagreement. She was at a loss and her emotions raged with worry of the unknown and desire she hadn’t felt in years.

  She wondered why Brock was divorced. Had they been married long? And what happened? Brock was the kind of man that put his needs last and she had always been sure he’d make any woman very happy. Thinking of another woman in his bed angered her. The years had passed and she dismissed any hope of seeing him again. Once she had tried to find him, but quickly gave up. If she had ever called him and a woman answered, she would have died inside. It had been easier to live not knowing.

  At the hotel, she got out and pulled her small suitcase from the backseat. She looked at her watch and her nervousness grew. Hurrying inside, she opened her purse and got her room key. Her heart thundered in her chest as she walked to the bank of elevators and pushed the up button. She hoped to get to her room and freshen up before he arrived. Her shoulder-length brown hair was wet with perspiration, and after a long day, she wanted to brush her teeth more than anything.

  Inside her room, she rushed to unzip her suitcase and pulled out her toiletries before heading to the bathroom. With her teeth clean, she reached for a washcloth. She wet it under the cold water from the faucet. Her face and neck were hot from the sticky heat. The cold cloth soothed her until she heard a knock at the door. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to see him again? She smoothed her hair back, tossed the washcloth into the bathroom, and stood in front of the door, taking a long, deep breath.

  The knock sounded again and it startled her. Her fingers trembled as she pushed the handle down and pulled the door open. Brock waited, looking delicious in his tight Wranglers, short sleeve button-up shirt, boots, and ball hat. She loved ball hats, especially on him. “Hi, come in,” she squeaked.

  Brock waltzed in, without bothering to smile or greet her as he did. She closed the door and followed him into the room. “How was work?” she asked, hating that she still managed to sound like an idiot around him.

  He turned and studied her for a moment with his dark brown eyes that were outlined with thick black lashes. His mouth was set into a hard line with no hint of a smile. She could see him clenching his teeth together, like he was irritated and thinking of the best words to express himself. He stalked toward her, causing her to take a step back. His look had become predatory.

  “Look, I’m sorry for calling you a liar. Mallory said you were married. I-I should have believed you.” She stumbled over her words, his advance making her anxiety grow.

  “Calling me a liar is better than not calling at all.” He stopped just inches away after backing her against the wall.

  “What do you mean?” she asked as warmth spread between her legs.

  Brock placed his hands on either side of her head, trapping her between them. “You left without so much as a call. No note or explanation. Didn’t I deserve at least that much?”

  Skye trembled but was in awe of him. His stern yet gorgeous eyes seemed to be filled with swirling hate. “I’m sorry. I was young, stupid,” she blurted out and took a deep breath. “I wanted to call you so many times—”

  “Why didn’t you?” he asked and ground his molars together.

  “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Fear.”

  “Fear of what? What I might say?” he asked in demanding voice and smacked the wall beside her head with his palm, making her shudder.

  “Yes, I mean. It hurt for me to leave, but I wasn’t ready for a commitment. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just wanted to see what life had to offer away from here. Then, the years went by and I tried to find you once and—”

  “And you didn’t follow through.”

  “I was scared.”

  “Of what?”

  “I was scared a woman would answer,” she admitted. “I knew if I called and a woman answered, it would break my heart. Are you happy now?”

  Brock pushed his body against hers and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. His erection pressed against her belly, bringing back memories of a long-ago time when it was hers for the taking. “Why can’t I quit thinking of you?” he asked with a growl.

  “I don’t know, but you should. I messed up,” Skye confessed as tears welled up in her eyes. She’d walked away, never giving any thought as to how it would hurt him. Apparently it hurt him worse than she realized.

  His gaze held hers with intensity before his mouth crashed against hers, demanding entrance with his tongue. She gasped and opened, feeling his tongue invade her mouth. His body pressed her harder against the wall and he growled with anger, gripping her wrists tighter. A moan
escaped her mouth, fueling his punishing kiss even further. Desire trickled down her thigh. She’d never craved sex like she did at this moment. Every cell wanted him, needed him. Their kiss was hungry, relentless in nature.

  “Take me, please,” she gasped against his lips.

  Brock broke away, gasping for air with a feral expression on his face. Without a word he yanked the buttons of her silk top apart in one motion before pulling down her bra cups and sucking a nipple roughly into his mouth.

  “Oh, God,” Skye wailed. She was overcome with emotion. Her body was so keyed up and sensitive to his touch, making her arousal heighten to an extreme level.

  The buckle of his belt clanked as he pried it loose with one hand and continued to drive her wild by nipping and a sucking her hard nipples that ached to be satisfied.

  “Please, Brock,” she begged and wiggled her hips.

  He jerked her skirt up and pulled her panties down, immediately plunging two fingers inside her swollen pussy. She squealed and he absorbed the noise, covering her mouth with his own. His tongue flicked against hers in rhythm with his thumb stroking her clit as his fingers fucked her with vigor.

  “Remember this?” he asked and wiggled his fingers, sending a wave a desire flooding around his fingers.

  “Mmm, hmmm.” She whimpered against his mouth, feeling the crest of her peak looming. He continued to work her with his skilled fingers, plunging in and out while flicking her clit with his thumb. Her mind buzzed and euphoria struck her, sending her into a quaking release. She cried out and Brock continued, pushing her body to limit. “Yes,” she squealed and gasped for oxygen, feeling her mind go blank while fighting to stay coherent.

  Brock slowed, nipping her bottom lip. She inhaled a deep breath, closing her eyes while allowing the sweet wave of ecstasy to pull her under. He lightly kissed a trail down her neck, leaving a blaze of heat in its wake. Sweet kisses continued to her breasts and she rolled her head to the side, loving the feel of his lips on her skin. His teeth nipped her breasts, punishing them. The pain was strong, sending a rush of excitement to her swollen folds, and she sighed when his tongue caressed the pain away.

  A new rush of want began to stir. Brock always had a way of building her back up with little or no effort. “I want you,” she whispered. He took his time, kissing his way back up to her mouth at a leisurely pace, stopping to tease, and peppering her mouth with sensual kisses.

  “What do you want me to do?” he asked lazily, flicking his tongue across her lips. His hips brushed up against her with his cock rubbing her stomach.

  “I need to feel you inside me, Brock, please.” The ache for him radiated from her pussy outward to every nerve ending.

  Brock turned her around quickly, pushing her face-first against the wall. His hard erection brushed against her ass. “You want my big cock to fuck you, is that it?”

  “Yes,” she wailed with her face on the cool wall. She needed him more than anything at that moment. The sound of a wrapper made her smile. A slap to her ass followed, making her squeal and blood rush to her already swollen, throbbing pussy.

  “That’s for not calling. It isn’t near enough, but will do for now,” he said with a growl next to her ear. “You should have your ass spanked for hours over that stunt.”

  “Please, Brock,” she begged, unable to control the maddening desire that coursed through her veins. Then he was there, sinking his cock deep inside with one hard thrust. “Yes, hell yes,” she cried out with her fingertips dragging down the wall.

  ****

  Brock gripped Skye’s hips with a punishing hold while he slammed his cock inside her. Their skin slapped together, echoing off the walls. The sweet cries she emitted stirred the place deep in his heart reserved for her, a place that had been cold and void of feelings for years. His emotions raced as images of the past clicked through his mind, rekindling the anger he once thought he was immune to.

  He grunted, holding her hips and delivering harsh thrusts, making her whimper. Why couldn’t he get her out of his damn mind? He’d asked that question for what seemed like a million times since she had walked away. She was here now and he worked furiously to slake his need for her, maybe once and for all.

  Slowing, he thrust in deep, stopping to grind his hips against her red ass. The sight moved him, spurring him further in his quest.

  “Brock!” Skye gasped, signaling another orgasm.

  He could always work her body like a finely tuned instrument and he the master of the piece. Sweat trickled down his face and chest as he held her tight against his chest, grinding his cock inside her as her release slowly ebbed. She breathed erratically while reaching over her head to run her fingers through his thick hair. Giggling from her high, she turned and pulled his mouth tight to her own, channeling her passion into a kiss. He fell into the moment, submitted to her hunger. He pulled her leg up around his waist, sinking his cock once again inside her. He was determined to ruin her for any other man like she’d ruined him. His fingers traced the smooth line of her jaw, dipping lower over her neck where he could feel her steady pulse rage beneath her skin. This was the part they were always great at, pleasuring one another and needing no words to express how they felt.

  Moving lower still, Brock outlined her hard nipples, making Skye gasp and close her eyes. She pressed her chest into his hand, begging for more attention. Her eyes opened and the clear blue depths sparkled with lust and want. The image of her sinful smile had haunted him over the years, keeping him up late at night and making him restless.

  The anguish of the years stuck like a lump in his throat. He grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her down onto the bed, startling her. She searched his face, no doubt wondering what was going through his mind. He said nothing and instead stroked his long cock as she lay with her legs open in front of him. Cocking his head to the side he just watched, teasing her by being close, but not giving into the demands of her body.

  Skye’s hands wrapped over her breasts, her fingers tickling her nipples. She moaned, allowed a hand to skim down her ribcage over her taut stomach to her wet pussy. Dipping a finger between the folds, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her own hand. Biting down on her bottom lip, she inhaled deeply through her nose and moved her hips rhythmically with the pleasure. It was as if she was secretly saying, “If you won’t pleasure me, I will.”

  He watched, unable to pull his eyes away. Her delicate fingers worked her clit while the other hand pinched her nipple. She gasped and sped up her motions, moaning and skimming her tongue over her red lips. “Mmm,” she groaned, pleasing herself and him as well. Bringing herself to release, she squealed and her body momentarily went rigid. She bit down on her lip, purred with satisfaction, and brought her body down with long, smooth strokes between her folds.

  Brock couldn’t take anymore. Watching her masturbate in front of him made his dick stiffen to a new level of agony. Falling on top of her, he pulled her hand away even as she protested. He put her fingers in his mouth, sucking her essence off of them. Damn, she tasted great, like wild honeysuckle. He lapped the last of her cream away. He wanted to eat that pussy, but not now. His cock was swollen and purple, stretching the tight condom wrapped around it.

  He pinned one arm above her head and reached for the other. With his knee, he nudged her legs apart with force, letting her know he was in control. Gritting his teeth together in irritation he hissed as he entered her again with one hard stroke. “Fuck!” Why couldn’t he get enough of her? Of this?

  “Yes, just like that, Brock.” Skye exhaled, lifting her hips to meet each thrust. “Fuck me until I beg you to stop.”

  Her cries filled the room. Their bodies became slick with sweat and arousal. The heat they created became almost unbearable. Words cluttered in his mind as he ruthlessly fucked her. There was so much he wanted to say, needed to say to her, but couldn’t. All he could do was channel his emotion, inch after inch, into her, allowing his emotions to be released in full force. He couldn’t hide it from her a
nd was sure his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

  “Kiss me, Brock,” she rasped out, gazing at him with an intense stare. Her mouth opened and she moaned as his thrusts pounded harder.

  Brock closed the gap, capturing her swollen lips with his own. Vibrations from her cries tickled his lips, propelling him further. He needed this, had dreamed of this moment for years. Loosening his grip on her wrists, he allowed her to touch him. Her hands swept across his face and pulled him closer while she wrapped her legs around his waist. She needed him like he needed her, in the most primal way. He continued to lash out with his weapon of choice, his erect cock.

  Their bodies continued to please, humming with energy and making up for lost time. He pulled out and rolled her over. “Grab the head board,” he ordered and climbed onto the bed. She wiggled her ass in front of him. She looked over her shoulder, teasing him. Hair clung to her face as her eyes regarded him and begged for him to continue.

  One cheek of her round ass was still red and the other invited him. He slapped the other cheek and she lurched forward, sucking up the noise with a whimper. “Nice, red ass just for me,” he commented and rubbed the area. Her skin was smooth and hot to the touch. Tracing the imprint of his hand, he dipped between her cheeks over her small hole to her awaiting pussy. Mercy, she was hot, wet and glistening in the light the lamp provided. He explored her entrance. Slipping in a finger, he teased her in return.

  She let go of the headboard with one hand and he slapped her ass again. “I said hold on.”

  “Please,” she whispered and wiggled her ass.

  Brock moved up onto his knees and positioned himself. He thrust in while pulling her hips back, delivering a substantial smack. Slick heat enveloped his cock, wearing away his control. Easing back out he returned again and again. Before he could stop himself, he was pumping his cock as fast as humanly possible. The thread was unraveling and stretching, his control shot. He couldn’t calm his racing heart or restrain himself. He growled, shooting his release deep inside her. She held the headboard, erupting with a loud cry. He gasped for air and collapsed upon her. He felt weak and his arms trembled when he tried to hold his weight off of her. Underneath him, Skye hummed and exhaled a long breath. He always loved hearing her satisfied noises and knowing he was responsible for them.