Part 52 (1/2)
”My pleasure,” I said with feeling then asked, ”Do you drink champagne?”
”If I have to,” he answered and I started laughing.
Through my laughter I told him, ”Well, tonight, you have to. We have things to celebrate, baby.”
”f.u.c.kin' finally.”
”Yeah,” I whispered.
Then he commenced in rocking my world.
”You got a lot on your plate and on your mind but I hope to G.o.d what McMa.n.u.s gave you means there's no time to waste. So, if my boys make a move it's probably best for them that they make a permanent one, not one that leads to two. A buddy of mine in the unit just left his wife, moved in with his brother and sister-in-law. He's not a big fan of his sister-in-law and only a slightly bigger fan of his brother. He's lookin' and he'd sublet from me. He left with nothin' but suitcases so he'll sublet furnished which'll give us time to sort out two houses full of stuff. And it's time we put this two house bulls.h.i.+t to rest, babe. It's gonna happen eventually, it might as well happen now.”
My heart started hammering in my chest and I whispered, ”Now?”
”Now,” he stated firmly.
I stared at my desk.
”Tess?”
I kept staring at my desk.
”Baby, you there?”
I kept right on staring at my desk.
”Tess, baby, talk to me.”
The joyful sob hitched audibly in my throat before I declared, ”You better drink champagne tonight.”
Brock was silent then he said gently, ”I take it I'm movin' in.”
”f.u.c.k yes!” I cried then another happy sob hitched audibly in my throat.
Brock expressed his happiness through a deep chuckle.
I swiped at my wet cheeks and told him, ”I wish this wasn't happening over the phone so I could kiss you.”
”You can kiss me tonight.”
”Hard,” I clarified.
”Hard,” he rumbled through another chuckle.
I sucked in a calming breath. Then I whispered, ”I love you.”
”Yeah, sweetness, me too.”
”I'll get this over to your attorneys.”
”Appreciate it.”
”See you tonight.”
”Absolutely.”
”Bye, honey.”
”Later, babe.”
Then we disconnected.
I stared at the envelope and folder.
Then I put my phone on the desk, looked to the door and shouted, ”Martha!”
”Brock,” I breathed then his mouth went away, I whimpered my protest but his hands went to my hips, rolled me to my belly, they went back to my hips then he hauled me up to my knees. Then he was between them. Then, instead of his tongue darting inside me, his c.o.c.k thrust there.
My head flew back and I went up to my hands, totally in the zone, totally loving this, totally not thinking of Olivia at all.
He kept thrusting as his hands slid from my hips, up my waist, in, over my ribs to cup my b.r.e.a.s.t.s then he tugged on my nipples and that felt f.u.c.king great so I moaned.
”Love your t.i.ts,” he grunted, still pounding hard and deep.
”Baby,” I whispered.
His hands slid back to my hips, clenched my flesh and pulled them in to meet his thrusts.
”Love this c.u.n.t,” he growled.
”Oh my G.o.d,” I gasped.
”Hurry, sweetness,” he urged, voice thick.
”Yeah,” I whispered.
The pounding got faster, harder, his hands jerking my hips back to meet each one.
”Hurry, baby,” he semi-repeated, his voice now hoa.r.s.e but he didn't have to say it. I was hurrying, so much, I'd hurried and it was on me.
”Brock,” I breathed then gasped then moaned, back arching to the bed, a.s.s to the ceiling as it thundered through me.
”f.u.c.k yeah,” he grunted, going deeper, harder, faster, five thrusts then he was there, joining me.
When we were coming down, silently and gently, he moved in and out and, silently and happily, I let him and enjoyed every stroke.
After awhile, he pulled out then his hands glided down my sides and in, pulling me up in front of him until I was on my knees, my back pressed to his front. Then his fingers fisted in the little, slinky, s.e.xy dress that Brock liked, like, a lot, that was bunched at my waist and he pulled it up. I lifted my arms for him; he yanked it free and tossed it to the side of the bed.