CHAPTER 12

Brock

I backed Amanda up until her back slammed into the cabinet. The fire in her gaze blazed into an inferno. I captured her mouth, pushing my tongue between her lips. Her nipples tightened into buds, the thin fabric of my T-shirt doing nothing to stop them from rubbing against my chest. My dick pressed tightly against my pants, begging to be free. I broke the kiss, watching Amanda’s chest rise and fall rapidly as she panted. Her lips swollen from my kiss, I had the sudden desire to see those lips wrapped around my cock.

I took hold of her shoulders, pushing down until she got the hint and lowered herself to her knees. Kneeling before me, she was the perfect height to suck me all the way to the back of her throat. I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, pushing them down until they fell to the floor. She took my dick in her hands, running it over her lips.

Her tongue darted out, licking across the tip. My pulse raced and that was before her lips wrapped around the tip, sucking hard. Stars danced before my eyes. I wanted more. I slipped my dick between her lips, watching as inch by inch I slid inside. She moaned, the vibrations making my balls draw up tighter to my body. Amanda grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me toward her. I sank my fingers into her hair and began to fuck her mouth, exactly as I wanted to the moment I saw her. Each pass through her lips was bliss. My body began to stiffen, the muscles in my thighs tightened.

The sensations her mouth created were more than enough to make me come, but after nine years I wanted to be balls deep in her pussy when I came. I was getting close. Too much longer and there would be no turning back. I pulled from her lips and put my arms under hers, tugging her to stand.

Her glossy lips turned into a pout. “Not as good as you expected?”

“Better. I just want more.”

I lifted her onto the counter. The sound of shattering glass filled the room as dishes were shoved to the floor. Need obliterated any rational reason in my brain. I moved to sink inside her tight little pussy when I realized I didn’t have a condom.

“Fuck, I’ll be right back.”

I turned to leave the room, but Amanda grabbed my arm. “What?”

“Condom.”

She nodded, and I hauled my ass up the stairs in a sprint worthy of an Olympic runner. If she was staying around for a while, we’d need to get tested so we didn’t have to worry about that shit or stash condoms all throughout the house. I tore a corner off the foil packet on my way down the stairs. By the time I reached the kitchen, I’d rolled the condom on and was ready to sink deep inside.

Amanda was still in almost the same position I left her. Except now, she had a hand between her legs, rubbing her fingers over her clit. Eyes sealed shut, the sight before me was hot as fuck. If I wasn’t so intent on coming inside her, I’d stand there and keep watching her while I jerked myself off. Instead, I moved in front of her and plunged my dick into that tight warmth in one sure thrust. Amanda made an attempt to move her hand, but I held it there.

“Get yourself off,” I ordered, starting into a fast-paced rhythm. Her body knocked things on the counters over as I fucked her into the wall.

Each time I pulled almost all the way out only to sink back inside to the root of my cock. Her fingers worked herself over fast. I curled one of my hands around her waist. Her nipples called to me. I bent my head, sucking one pebbled tip into my mouth.

“Jesus fuck, Brock. Harder.”

I pounded into her so hard it stole my breath. I wasn’t certain how long I could keep it up. I knew I was close. Amanda wrapped her legs around my back and cried out, her whole body pulling the orgasm from mine. My vision grayed out at the edges and for a brief moment, I thought I’d pass out. I sucked in breath after breath, trying to steady myself.

“Perfect.”

I grabbed the hand she’d used to bring herself over and brought it to my lips, sucking her fingers clean. “I’d say delicious.”

I glanced around the kitchen at the destruction we’d left behind. My house wouldn’t be able to handle many days like this, but my body couldn’t handle seeing Amanda running around my house half naked without taking advantage.

“Let’s go and get you some clothes to wear.”

Amanda gestured at her outfit. “Not like I’m leaving in this and there’s not a chance in hell I can salvage the dress you shredded last night.”

She had a point, especially with her long black hair. We had to do something about that before we left.

“Follow me.” I led her back upstairs to my bedroom. It wasn’t like I couldn’t give her a pair of my pants to wear, but even with a belt, her small frame would never be able to hold them up. One thing I did have that no one would ever expect to see Isobel Marcello in was a cut off pair of sweatpants. I grabbed a pair from the drawer, tossing them at her before going to the closet to get a baseball cap. When I turned back around, she was holding up the pants, one of her brows raised as she looked at me.

“What am I supposed to do with these?”

I took them from her hands and pulled on the drawstring in the waistband. “We’re going to cut off the bottoms and pull the strings to fit your waist.” I handed her the ball cap. “Pull your hair up into this and leave that shirt on.”

“I haven’t worn anything like this in years.”

“Which is why no one will recognize you in it.” I grabbed a pair of scissors from the bathroom and handed them over before leaving the room to let her get ready.

Waiting in my office, I looked at the phone in my hand. Did I call Malcolm and explain the situation, or would I be better off talking to Ashton? Maybe even Miller? Before I had a chance to decide, there was a soft knock on the office door. I glanced up and felt like time had somehow rewound itself. Amanda stood in my doorway looking like the woman I hadn’t seen in nine years. Her dark hair was hidden beneath the hat, showing off the fair skin and high cheekbones that her light hair accentuated. Barefoot in a pair of cut off shorts and too large T-shirt, I was reminded of times she’d steal my sweatshirts to keep warm on cold nights.

“Brock?”

I shook my head, frustrated that I let my mind go places I was trying to keep buried. “Let’s go.”

The corners of her lips pulled down and before she could ask any questions, I took my keys out and moved around her. The past needed to stay there. Getting involved emotionally with Amanda couldn’t happen. The sex was one thing. It was more than obvious I had no willpower when it came to her, so why try, at least until this was all said and done. The sooner I got Amanda away from all this bullshit, the sooner I could go back to living my life.