When Doc launched herself at him Brock wasn't ready for it, but he recovered quickly. Dropping the flowers he'd been holding, he managed to catch her as she wrapped herself around him. The silky thing she was wearing was so short his hands gripped bare butt as her legs securely squeezed his waist, her arms around his neck. 

"I told you so!" 

The excited voice in the hall had Brock half-turning before he realized doing so would show off a pretty good view of Doc. A view he wasn't sure he wanted to share. So he jerked his body to a halt even as his head continued to turn. 

About twenty feet down the hall were Vivian March and Lacy King, two out of the three older ladies who had helped Steele run the pack before he'd mated Bethany. They were sweet, gossipy, and considered themselves the matchmakers of the pack. They both grinned at him with sheer delight. 

As Doc buried her face in his shoulder, half-giggling and half-moaning in embarrassment, Brock gave them a formal nod. 

"Ladies. Sorry for ah, crowding the hallway. Please excuse us," he said, ready to hurry into Doc's home and away from the all-too-pleased eyes of the two ladies. His bugaboo wanted to get inside too, although not because of the ladies. If Brock did what the bugaboo wanted to do, the two women would be getting quite the show right now. But his beast understood there was no way Brock was going to use the corridor wall in that manner, so it wanted to get inside. 

"Oh don't mind us," Vivian said airily, waving her hand, ignoring the elbow in the side from Lacy. "We've certainly seen worse in our day."

From the way both bright-eyed ladies smiled at him, Brock had the unsettling feeling they'd be completely unperturbed seeing even more of him and Doc as well. Definitely not going to happen. 

"Would you get us out of here?" Doc hissed into his ear, still giggling madly. 

Not knowing what to say, Brock just gave the two women another nod and strode into Doc's house, carrying her in front of him, and kicked the door shut behind him. 

Practically snorting with laughter, Doc was still clinging to him, shaking because she was laughing so hard. Even Brock had to chuckle, shaking his head. When someone knocked on the door, she let out a little gasping laugh of disbelief. 

"Now what?" she whispered. 

"You left your flowers out here!" Vivian hollered through the door. Considering how well insulated the dwellings in the Peak were, she was literally shouting to be heard. Ignoring her would likely just lead to more shouting on her part as she assumed they couldn't hear her. 

Sighing, Brock let Doc drop down to her feet where she swayed, covering her hands with her mouth to stifle her hilarity. Turning, he quickly opened the door. 

"Thank you," he said, smiling widely and snatching the flowers from Vivian's hand. Both she and Lacy were still grinning widely, although Lacy was several steps back from Vivian, as if she hadn't wanted to be too near the door. He didn't see what they were so happy about. 

As he closed the door, he and Doc could both hear Vivian's final remark to her friend. "I knew they were going to get together! Edith owes me—"

The door shut. Good grief. Brock was pretty sure what he'd just heard indicated that the trio of women were taking bets on whether or not he and Doc would get together. Which meant people had noticed them. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. On one hand, he liked the idea that gossip would spread and all the men who had been vying for Doc's attention the past few weeks would know she was off-limits. On the other hand, he didn't like being watched. It felt too much like he was being studied, which reminded him too much of Dr. Montgomery and The Company.

When he turned back around, Doc was peeking at him through her fingers, her cheeks an even brighter red than her hair. 

"I'm so sorry," she said, still sounding torn between laughter and mortification. "I... didn't really think before I leaped."

"I didn't mind," he said, his eyes roaming over her body again. "I don't think they did either."

"Oh they definitely didn't," Doc said, starting to giggle again. "They probably wouldn't have minded watching as long as they were allowed to give pointers."

Now there was a visual to make Brock shudder and even lose a bit of his arousal. His bugaboo didn't much like the idea either, letting out a plaintive whine. Yeah, not to worry. That was definitely never going to happen. 

The smile on Doc's face faded a little. "They are super gossip-y though... if you don't want them telling everyone what's going on with us, we might want to go catch them before it's too late."

Now, Brock was definitely not an expert at reading other people's social cues, but he was almost completely positive Doc sounded sad at the idea of shutting down the gossip. She definitely hadn't said she minded other people knowing. 

"Nope, I'm good," he said, stepping forward and he pulled her back up into the same position she'd been before—legs wrapped around his waist, hands on his shoulders, and at perfect kissing height. Her lips were parted, eyes sparkling with anticipation as he squeezed the two firm handfuls of her butt, making her giggle and squirm against him again. 

"You don't mind everyone knowing?" she asked.

"Sounds good to me," he said, sliding one hand up the back of her silky nightgown thing to press her forward and into his lips for a kiss.

******

Cupping Brock's face in her hands, Doc kissed him back. He took two steps forward, pressing her up against the wall so his hands could roam a little more, her legs around his waist and the support of the wall keeping her upright. Doc moaned into his mouth as he massaged her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he rocked the ridge of his erection against her core. 

Pulling away from the kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers, their lips only a few inches apart, both of them panting slightly for breath. 

"So... did I count the dates wrong?" he asked, looking a little pained. Oops, she hoped he didn't think she was just teasing him with what he couldn't have.

"Last night, lunch today, and this is date number three," she said, sliding her fingers up into the bristles of his dark blond hair. "Unless you want to eat first..." Her voice lilted, teasing him.

"This works for me. Bedroom?"

"End of the hall on the right."

Had she ever really disliked his preference for saying as little as possible? Because it was really working for her right now. Not only that, but he kept on kissing her as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom. On her throat, her shoulder, all places which allowed him to look and see where he was going, but still stoke her arousal. 

Good male. Strong. Her puma was getting a little too used to being carried around, and she obviously liked it. Doc had to admit, the 'big on action, not on talk' was pretty much flat out doing it for her.

She was also enjoying using her fingers and lips to seek out some of his sensitive spots. She particularly liked the groan that shuddered through his body when she nipped his earlobe. 

Brock kicked the door to her bedroom fully open. 

Hot. 

Apparently she liked a little bit of caveman. 

When he tossed her onto the bed she squealed in surprise as she literally went flying through the air before landing on her mattress and bouncing. Staring at her, Brock practically ripped his shirt off, nearly tripping over himself as he shoved his pants down—only to remember he hadn't taken off his shoes yet. Giggling, Doc crawled over to the edge of the bed to help. Between the two of them, it took less than a minute to get him totally naked. 

Some guys might have been embarrassed, but not Brock. He was way too focused on getting on top of her. 

Show tail? her puma asked enthusiastically.

Doc didn't even get a chance before Brock had her flipped onto her back and was bending over her to begin kissing down her collarbone to her breasts. Part of her had thought maybe she was misremembering how good he was at the throw-down, but no... he was really good at it. 

Unlike in the woods though, Doc let him explore her body at his own pace. Take his time. Fill his hands with her breasts and massage them as his teeth tugged down the lace covering them. The fabric felt scratchy and stimulating against her budded nipples, making her writhe as his tongue laved over them before he uncovered them completely. 

“Oh yes…” she said with a sigh, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched her back up, pressing her breasts more into his hands and mouth. Brock sucked one taut bud, making her moan and squirm underneath him, rubbing herself against him as her arousal grew.

The length of his cock slid between her wet pussy lips, stimulating her without penetrating her, the head bumping against her clit as she moved against him. The more she squirmed, the more her cream coated the underside of his cock, making the movement slicker… hotter… faster…

And yet instead of pulling back to thrust inside of her, he just kept suckling her nipples, kneading her breasts and making her feel more and more wild. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she dragged them across his skin, marking him the same way she had in the woods. Because of his shifter healing, the previous ones were already gone, and her puma purred in satisfaction as she redrew the red lines on his back.

“Brock!” she cried out as he gently bit down, her nipple throbbing in the wet heat of his mouth while her pussy clenched emptily.

“Yes?” he asked, releasing her nipple only to switch his attention over to its twin.

Doc whimpered. Her cheeks heated. “I need you.”

“I’m right here.” He rocked against her, sliding his cock up and down between her sensitive, swollen lips. Teasing her with exactly what he wasn’t giving her.

She was going to kill him.

“I need you inside me.” He had her on the verge of begging. That totally wasn’t actually begging. She could still keep some of her pride.

“Oh no,” he said firmly, pulling his cock away from her aching center as he began to move his mouth down her body. It didn’t escape Doc’s notice that he’d left a plethora of hickeys across her breasts again—they were already darkening on her skin. “Last time we went at your pace. This time we’re going at mine.”

He pushed the fabric of her teddy above her hips and began kissing his way down her stomach to her pussy.

Apparently his pace was glacially slow.

Teasingly, maddeningly, sensually slow.

******

Knowing he was driving Doc wild was just as much fun as prodding her temper had been. More fun, actually. She was laid out in front of him, her fingers now in the short strands of his hair, her breasts jiggling as she squirmed while he tongued little circles over her bare mound. While she had a small landing strip of hair, most of her sensitive mound was open to his touch.

And she was very sensitive.

She gasped, moaned, and writhed for him as he slowly worked his way down into her pussy. Even his cock aching to be inside of her couldn’t take away from the pure satisfaction of hearing her cry out as his tongue slid up the center of her pussy, tasting her musky-sweet peach flavor. His broad shoulders pushed her thighs further open as he delved into her pussy, sucking and licking and nibbling while she gasped and arched against his tongue.

Brock memorized every movement, every moan, every sensitive spot he found with his tongue. His cock pressed against the mattress underneath him, a delicious pressure that helped stave off his own need to bury himself inside of her.

When Doc’s nails dug into his scalp a little too painfully, he pulled away and flipped her over before she could protest. As soon as she was on her stomach, he used her hips to pull her back so she was on all fours with her sweet ass in the air.

Then he dove right back into her pussy, enjoying teasing her with his tongue and driving her wild now that she couldn’t do anything but claw at the mattress and moan his name into her pillow.

It was hearing her say his name, over and over in that sultry, hot tone of voice that had him finally ending his oral assault and positioning himself behind her. One leg on either side of hers, he lined up his cock with her pussy as she panted and wiggled her bottom at him, inviting him inside of her. She was like hot silk as he pressed in, both of them groaning as his cock pushed inside of her. With her legs together the way they were and in this position, she was almost painfully tight, and he gripped her hips tightly to get enough leverage.

Yes, good, his bugaboo urged. Mount. Claim.

Mount yes, claim no. Unfortunately telling his bugaboo no didn’t do away with the urge to lean forward and sink his teeth into her shoulder, marking her… but he pushed it away anyway because they definitely hadn’t talked about anything as permanent as mating. This was only their third date after all. He was pretty sure if sex was the third date, talking about mating must be at least the sixth or something. There had to be some steps in between.

He thrust forward, using the pleasure of feeling her muscles clenching around him to distract himself from the urge to claim her.

“Fuck,” he said, groaning as she pushed back against him.

“Harder,” she said, her tone half-ordering, half-begging, her voice slightly muffled as her head hung down between her hands.

Taking a firm grip on her hips, Brock did as she requested.

She cried out, her pussy pulsing around him as he began to pound into her from behind. The slide of his cock in and out of her tight channel was fucking hot, and not just to feel—but to watch. The flesh of her ass jiggled as he slammed into her, his cock shiny with her juices as he buried himself inside her pink pussy, over and over again. The sight took his breath away.

******

The hard, smooth strokes of Brock’s cock were driving her and her puma wild. She felt oddly submissive in this position, but in a good way. A sexy way.

Her breasts swayed beneath her with each thrust, her body clenching around him each time he drove home. It felt like her entire body was on fire, but she couldn’t scratch him, couldn’t mark him, couldn’t even push back against him because of how firmly he was holding her hips. All she could do was take what he was giving her.

And what he was giving her was so, so good.

Doc’s toes actually curled as his cock pressed against her g-spot, her clit pulsing with every slap of his balls against the swollen nub, her pussy lips tingling as they stretched around his girth.

“Fuck… oh fuck… Brock… Fuck, Brock… Fuck me…”

Unlike in the woods she could be as loud as the hell she wanted, her voice rising along with her pleasure as he moved inside of her. Responding to her words, Brock pumped harder, faster, jolting her body with his thrusts as he rode her hard.

Doc screamed, her fingers digging into the mattress as hot rapture bubbled up from her core, her head bowing down. She could feel the urge to claw, to bite, to mark, to claim… but all she could do was take… feel… explode with ecstasy. Behind her, Brock groaned, thrusting hard, his body bowing down over hers and she felt the scrape of his teeth over the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met.

The sensation sent her climax careening, her puma yowling with want and need. Brock rode her through the whole thing, making her writhe and gasp as her orgasm continued in surges and waves until he finally went rigid. She moaned as she felt him pulsing inside of her, her body quivering around him as each hot spurt of liquid set off another small shuddering burst of pleasure.

Slowly, Brock’s body stretched out over hers, his hands sliding up her sides and then down her arms so he was covering her completely. Then he rolled, taking her with him so they both landed on their sides with him as the big spoon around her, his cock still lodged inside of her.

“Mmmm…” He nuzzled his face in her hair, his arms wrapped around her and holding her back against his front as tightly as he could.

It made her feel… cherished. Wanted. Loved. Even though he hadn’t said any of those words. Being wrapped up by his larger body like this she felt secure. Like he was a haven she could just bury herself in and be protected by. It made her feel vulnerable but good too.

She stroked her fingers over his arm almost shyly. Somehow she hadn’t really pictured Brock as a cuddler, but right now it made sense. This was just yet another facet of the more tender side of his personality, which was usually buried behind the gruffness.

When his stomach grumbled, she giggled and he sighed.

“I think that might be our cue for dinner,” she murmured, still stroking the hair on his arms. Neither of them actually moved.

“Two more minutes.” His arms tightened around her. “My stomach can wait.”

The happy purr of her puma was so loud she was almost surprised Brock couldn’t hear it.

Oh man was she in deep.