Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” she screams.
I drive into her as she fists the comforter in her hands. Her head is pressed to the mattress and I run my hand down her back and smack her ass. She cries out and I grin.
“Damn, Willow,” I hiss, sinking my fingers into her ass.
“Oh God, it feels so good. I’m so close,” she shouts.
“Don’t fight it. Give it to me.”
I continue to slam into her, rocking her body with the force. It’s so intense. I’m so much deeper and I can feel her tightening around me. She’s not going to last much longer and I will be right behind her.
“Yes, please don’t stop,” she begs.
I keep one hand on her ass and reach up with the other, pulling her hair. She lifts her head and I slam into her. “Look at me,” I demand.
She turns her head and the heat I see in her eyes nearly pushes me over the edge.
“Brock,” she whispers, searching my eyes.
I don’t know what she’s looking for, but damn I hope she finds it.
“Give me your orgasm, Willow.”
She does what I demand seconds later, with her eyes locked on mine. Something changes in the moment but I’m not sure what it is.
“Brock!”
My name falls from her lips again and it spurs me on. I drive into her, chasing my own release as hers continues on and on. I memorize her sounds, the look of pure ecstasy on her face, and the feeling of her release on me.
I’ve been fighting my orgasm, but I can’t fight it any longer. I pull her hair a bit harder and begin to shake as it rips through me.
“Fuck, Willow,” I shout.
Once I’m finished, we both collapse onto the bed. I pull her toward me and kiss her even though we are both breathless. The need to have another piece of her is overwhelming. Her fingers slip into my hair and we both moan. This kiss is the opposite of the way we just fucked. It’s slow, soft, and holds a promise of more.
More sex, because that was the best I’ve ever had.
We said what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and fuck, I intend to leave a lot here.
“I can’t believe tomorrow Hartford and Paxton are actually getting married,” Willow says, curling her hair.
We’re getting ready for the rehearsal dinner and it’s the first time we’ve been alone since we woke up this morning.
After we had sex last night, I cleaned her up and we both passed out. She did wake up in my arms, which had my heart pounding against my chest, but it was over in a flash. She was rushing around because we overslept. The girls had a day of pampering, while us guys had a day of gambling.
Now, we are alone and I can’t stop thinking about last night. Hell, I thought about it all day, but watching her get ready makes me want to make us late.
“Maybe we should be fashionably late,” I say, lifting an eyebrow.
She looks at me, holding the curling iron in her hair, and smiles. “I think that would be rude.”
“Oh, right, but I don’t really care,” I say, stepping closer to her.
She laughs, swatting me away. “Brock, go put a shirt on.”
“Fine, but after this dinner, we’re coming back to this room and I’m ripping that sexy as sin dress off of you.”
“I fucking hope so,” she whispers as I walk away.
This dinner better be fast because I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep myself in check. I’m going to want to fuck Willow and fight Lake.
That pussy didn’t even hang out with us today. He told Paxton he had a headache. So tonight will be the first time I’ll see him since I punched him.
I won’t do anything as much as I want to. I’d never disrespect Hartford and Paxton like that. This is her night and I’m not going to ruin it.
However, I make no promise that I won’t be doing things to Willow while no one is looking.
I smile as I button the last button on my shirt.
Maybe this dinner won’t be so bad.
Chapter 19
Willow
It was hard to leave the hotel room earlier. And I do mean hard. After I curl my hair, Brock appears like he’s in pain.
His eyes scrunch together as he gazes at me. “I’m so fucking turned on,” he utters.
“My lipstick didn’t take too long to apply,” I say, moving closer toward him.
He raises a brow. “What?”
I slink to my knees, unzipping his pants. “Oh shit,” he says, stepping forward just a bit. “Willow, are you sure?”
I glance up at him and smile, my hands roaming over his thick thighs. “I need to do this, Brock. I want to make you happy.”
His hands land in my hair, fisting a few strands. “You already kind of do.”