I watched as Brock left the bed where we'd both been tangled up in sheets to answer the phone. The expression on his face before he turned his back on me and walked out of the room told me it was her o the other end.
That girlfriend of his back in England, the pretty woman who most of the summer had been out of sight, out of mind. He'd barely even mentioned her certainly not while fucking me. I heard the deep timbre of his voice but not the words.
They weren't meant for me.
I settled in bed, my body aching after a night spent with a tireless man who'd carried me over the threshold not long before. I'd settled in his arms so naturally until he'd dropped me on the bed and I watched him undress bearing himself before I did the same. Soon enough, he'd nudged my thighs apart and slid in between them and I braced myself for the fullness of him. He took no prisoners when he took me and rode me hard, rocking the bed.
My hands traced every inch of him, smoothing the rough spots and sliding over what was silky soft. Even a man hardened by life has those parts of him that are hidden most of the time. I'd wrapped my hand all the way around his hardening cock, rock hard iron covered by satin that my fingers hugged before they slid up and down in ways that made him moan.
He didn't surrender control easily and soon enough he'd grab my hands and push them above my head as he loomed over me, his body dwarfing my own…like Devlin in some ways. Yet I remember when I'd dared my other lover that night to do the unspeakable….to breach a barrier that was more than just tissue.
After we'd sated ourselves at least for a while, he held onto me close, my body tucked in his own surrounded by his warmth. Devlin hated to do that after we fucked, it seemed he wanted to distance himself from me and what we'd done but Brock…he was hardcore but when he held me I'd settle against him waiting for the softness of his breath which told me he slept.
Guys not being able to stay awake long after blowing their wad. I wondered about Caroline…whether she would be coming back. I had told myself it didn't matter because I'd be gone back to school, my time with Brock a series of fond memories while I settled back into my real life.
I looked up and saw that Brock had ended the phone call and was heading back to bed after putting the cell phone down on the bureau. He slid underneath the covers and yet he didn't touch me. I didn't dare ask who did I?
"It was just her," he said, "She wanted to know if I minded if she stayed in London longer."
My heart nearly stopped despite my intentions. After all what difference did it make because I'd be gone right? But I found myself thinking of all kinds of thoughts about him…me and us. They made no sense because there really wasn't an us…we weren't a couple that way. We were just fuck buddies as Tiffany might put it.
"Okay…so what does that mean anyway?"
I don't know why I bothered even asking. But he didn't seem to mind. He just lay there next to me.
"It means that her job is going well," he said, "Her career means a lot to her and this job…everything."
He paused a moment.
"Yeah…this town it held her back," he said, "This was a big chance."
I snorted despite myself.
"So you were being a good guy by letting her go?"
He shifted in the bed and I knew my words hit some mark I hadn't defined inside of him.
"No…she does what she wants when she wants it."
I knew then why I'd attracted him and it made me want to pull away a bit.
"No Ruby…you're not just a filler," he said, "When I asked you out, it's because I wanted you…not because I missed her."
"I wanted to ask you out for a while but you're away most of the time," he said, "and I wanted to fuck you for even longer."
That intrigued me and I gazed sideways at him.
"Really? I thought…"
"And it has nothing to do with him…."
Meaning Devlin…his ex-best friend.
"I know you two were buddies and you worked together," she said, "and that you shared me but I'm not with him anymore."
"I know that…and he's not happy with me," Brock said, "but it's not just you…it's history that's got nothing to do with you."
I nodded slowly.
"It's his wife…Tiffany's mom isn't it?"
I didn't hear an answer and knew I wouldn't get one.
"Never mind…it's none of my business," I said, "Like you said, it's your history not mine."
He shifted again and this time I felt his hand on my hip as he lay on his side, strumming my skin in ways that threatened to undo me all over again.
"Feels good doesn't it? You're really hot you know you are," he said, "and I can't get enough…."
He kept stroking my skin and I knew in a matter of moments, his hand would be between my legs searching for that sweet spot. Then I'd really be putty for him.
"Who's the guy you dream about?"
That caught me off guard and I nearly froze. He didn't and I felt his fingers graze one of my inner thighs.
"What do you mean?"
"The one who you dream about…when you're with me."
Oh god, I thought to myself. How could he know what I dreamed and then I remembered I'd given him some hints in moments of weakness.
"He's no one…"
"I don't believe that…if you don't want to talk about it that's fine," he said, "but when you wake up sometimes…"
He didn't need to remind me.
"It's some guy my mama used to date," I said, "He creeped me out that's all."
I wondered if he believed me. But what business was it of his anyways?
I shook my head.
"I don't want to get into this with you," I said, "my mom kicked him out."
That seemed to quiet him and I stopped feeling his fingers stroking closer and closer to where my pussy anticipated their attention. But then his arms slid around me and he pulled me closer so that our bodies touched in a different kind of intimacy.
"Ruby…if he's giving you trouble, I'll kick the shit out of him."
I had no doubt he could do worse than that. But…no I didn't want him to even know that part of my life. I'd feel…like I couldn't look at him anymore let alone let him touch me.
"No…I don't want that Brock," she said, "I just want you to fuck me…I can't take anything else."
I thought he'd start kissing me like a man possessed, his hands all over me before he slid his cock inside where I'd squeeze him tight with each thrust.
But he just held onto me and my body relaxed in his embrace…I needed him so much in ways different than fucking and it scared me even more than the man in my dreams.