Hooker (30 page)

‘And here I thought you couldn’t get any sexier. Goddamn, woman.’ His words only seem to heighten my embarrassment. ‘Looks like someone was missing me as much as I was missing them,’ he says smugly, stepping forwards and pressing his hard body into mine.

Of course I was missing him, but I refuse to admit it. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough by getting caught wearing his clothes like a damn stalker. His mouth trails kisses across my jaw.

‘I love that you’re wearing my clothes,’ he whispers in my ear. ‘Fucking love it,’ he adds, sucking my earlobe between his lips, ‘but, they need to go.’

Reefing the boxer briefs down my legs, I step out of them and kick them to the side. As I reach for his belt buckle, he captures my hands, lifting and pinning them above my head. Sliding his loosened tie from around his neck, he wraps it around my wrists.

‘Don’t
move your arms from this position,’ he commands. There’s something so hot about him ordering me around. Pushing his knee between my legs, he parts them. His mouth captures mine again as one of his hands slide between my thighs. ‘Christ, you’re so wet,’ he groans into my mouth, as his fingers circle my clit.

‘Oh, Brock,’ I moan as my legs begin to tremble. I’ve missed his touch. His other hand moves behind me, sliding over my arse cheeks and between my legs from behind. I already feel like I’m going to come when he plunges two of his delicious fingers deep inside me. Pushing my hips forwards, I widen my stance. God, this feels incredible.

Within seconds he brings me undone. Tilting my head back I whimper as wave after wave of pleasure seeps through my body.

‘I owe you a whole week’s worth of orgasms, so I’m not going to stop until you come for me again, beautiful,’ he whispers seductively in my ear as his fingers continue their assault.

‘I’m not sure if my legs will withstand it, but bring it on, Mr Weston,’ I reply with a pant.

He’s true to his word. He doesn’t stop until he milks another mind-blowing orgasm from me. This time my legs buckle, but he uses his strength to hold me up. He frees my wrists before dropping the tie on the ground.

‘I need to be inside you,’ he growls. ‘I can’t wait another second. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast then take you to your room and make love to you nice and slow.’ His words make my body tremble with need. I hear him undo his zipper before he lifts me off the ground. ‘Wrap your legs around me.’
The second I do, he pushes inside me, filling me completely. He didn’t even bother to remove his pants.

We moan in unison as he withdraws before pushing all the way back in. It feels wonderful. Picking up the pace, he pounds into me as his lips find mine again. He’s never taken me so roughly before, but I love it. I love
him
.

Within minutes, he throws his head back and groans as his body shudders before stilling.

‘I’ve fucking missed you,’ he says as his eyes lock with mine.

‘I’ve missed you too.’ I cup his face with my hand as my lips softly connect to his.

‘Which way to your bedroom?’

‘The last room at the end of the hall.’ He’ll be the first person other than me to ever enter my sanctuary … he’s the only person I want to share it with.

He turns down the hall with me in his arms, his cock still inside me, and I find myself wishing we could stay connected like this forever. Pausing at the door, his eyes dart around my space.

‘I always wondered what your room would look like,’ he says. It pleases me that he’s thought about me in that way. ‘It’s very … white.’

I laugh. ‘It’s calming.’ What else can I say? I don’t want to delve into the demons of my past. That’s all behind me now. This room was the light in my darkness, but I don’t need it now, I have him. He’s changed everything—he’s changed me. Maybe it’s time I added some colour in here. Something to signify what he’s added to my life.

Withdrawing himself, he gently places me on the middle of my bed before standing to full height. I’m overcome with
the loss of our connection. ‘I’ve barely survived this week without you,’ he says, sighing. ‘I don’t want to ever experience that again.’

I don’t want to be without him either.

I admire his exquisite body as he hastily undresses before settling over the top of me. ‘I love you so much, Jade.’ My heart swells as his eyes lock with mine and he tenderly brushes the hair from my face. I’ll never tire of hearing him say that. Never!

My mind drifts back to this morning, when I was having regrets about never telling him how much I cared for him. It’s time I rectified that. I don’t want any more regrets where he’s concerned.

The words fall from my mouth before I chicken out. ‘I love you too, Brock.’ Finally. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. His face lights up and his mouth curves into a smile. It’s the first real smile I’ve seen since he arrived here.

‘You really love me?’ he asks, like he’s unsure if I’m telling the truth. Doesn’t he realise how much I’ve struggled to voice my feelings?

‘I do,’ I reply, stroking his face. ‘It’s the first time I’ve ever said those words, but I wanted you to know how I feel. I truly love you, Brock … with all my heart.’

I see tears well in his eyes and it tugs at my heart. His kiss is soft and sweet—full of love. Nothing like the hungry and desperate kisses he gave me a few minutes ago. He slides inside me again, connecting us in the most beautiful way, and I feel whole again.

We’re going to be okay
.

JADE

It’s
midmorning when we both finally wake. We spent countless hours reconnecting before falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s the best I’ve slept since we’ve been apart.

‘Morning, beautiful,’ he says, rolling onto his side and caressing the side of my face. He looks refreshed, which pleases me. His gorgeous brown eyes don’t look as troubled as they did yesterday, and the dark circles under them are barely visible.

‘Morning, handsome,’ I reply, snuggling into him. ‘How did you sleep last night?’

‘Great. Better than I have in days. I can thank you for that.’ He places a soft kiss on my forehead.

‘Because I wore you out?’ There’s humour in my voice as I speak. I think we wore each other out.

‘No. Because just being near you again has helped … more than you know.’

‘Having you here has helped me too,’ I admit. ‘I’ve struggled without you, Brock.’ Being honest like this is something I rarely do, but something changed between us last night. I don’t want to hold back when it comes to him. I finally
gave my heart completely, and it’s a wonderful feeling. I only hope he takes care of it.

‘Move in with me permanently, Jade. If being separated from you this week has taught me anything, it’s that I’m nothing without you by my side.’

‘I can’t.’

His brow furrows as my words sink in. ‘Why not? Are you having second thoughts about us already?’

‘Of course I’m not having second thoughts about us. I meant everything I said last night. I love you.’

‘Then why?’

‘It’s too soon. If this week has taught
me
anything, it’s that we rushed into everything before. I want us both to be sure that this is what we really want before making such a huge commitment. I can’t have a repeat of what I went through this week. It almost broke me.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, resting his head against mine. ‘Hurting you was the last thing I wanted. I’m sure about us. I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life. You’re it for me, Jade.’

‘You’re all I want too, but I still think it’s wise if we take things a little slower this time.’

Sighing, he pulls my face into his chest. I can hear the erratic beating of his heart as his grip on me tightens. ‘If that’s what you really want. I don’t want to force you into doing anything you’re not ready for. I guess I’ll be spending a lot of time here then, because I refuse to spend another night without you.’

‘I can live with that,’ I say, smiling.

‘You don’t really have a choice. That part of the deal is not up for negotiation.’ I laugh when he flips me over onto my back and settles between my legs. ‘I need you with me, Jade.’

Threading
my fingers into his hair, I pull his mouth down to mine.

I need him with me too.

*

After we make love again, we shower and dress. I have no food in my apartment, so Brock offers to take me out for breakfast. We swing past his place on the way so he can change. He even packs some extra clothes into a bag to leave at my apartment. It’s going to be nice having him stay over.

It’s the first time going back to Brock’s since the incident, and I’ll admit I feel sick as we pull into his driveway. I’m grateful that apart from being in the car with his father, I don’t remember anything. The drugs in my system and the rope burns were the only injuries I sustained. I had a bruise on my shoulder and hip, but those have faded now. Rupert said they would’ve been from when he was shot and collapsed, with me in his arms.

After breakfast we head to the hospital to see Rupert. His face lights up the moment he notices Brock standing beside me. Even though our hands are linked, I’m sure the smile I give him in return tells him Brock and I are okay. He hasn’t mentioned Brock much when I’ve visited, but from what little he did say, I knew Rupert was concerned about us.

‘It’s good to see you again, mate,’ he says, reaching out to shake Brock’s hand. ‘I was sorry to hear about your father.’

Brock’s body stiffens when Rupert mentions Maxwell’s passing. He’s been acting more or less like his old self since waking this morning, but occasionally I see him drift off. It worries me. I hate that he’s feeling responsible for his father’s
death. This afternoon, Brock and Josh are meeting with the coroner. I hope once the autopsy results are known, it will give Brock some peace. Logically, there’s no way he could’ve killed his father. Even if he suffered a heart attack like Brock believes, there must’ve been some underlying heart condition.

‘It’s good to see you as well,’ Brock says. ‘You’re looking much better than last time I saw you.’

‘I owe my speedy recovery to Jade. She’s been coming to visit me daily, and cutting up my food because I can’t move this damn arm. She’s done a good job of keeping me sane. Being cooped up in this place is hell. Hopefully I’ll be able to leave soon.’ Rupert looks at me. An appreciative smile graces his face.

I’ve enjoyed looking after him—he’s been looking after me for years. I’d like him to come and stay with me when he’s discharged, just until he gets on his feet again. I haven’t asked him yet, but I hope he says yes. Apart from Brock, he’s the closest thing I have to family.

‘And I’ve enjoyed every minute of it,’ I admit, kissing his cheek. We’ve always been close, but this week we’ve bonded on a totally different level.

‘She’s one in a million,’ Brock says, draping his arm around my shoulder.

‘She is.’ The huge smile on his face tells me Rupert’s pleased to see us together again.

Makes two of us
.

Brock leaves me with Rupert while he goes to his appointment with the coroner. I can’t help but feel apprehensive—he promises to pick me up when he’s done, but that’s what he said the day his father died. I didn’t see him again for a week.

‘So,
what are your plans once you’re discharged?’ I ask Rupert.

‘I’ll go back to my apartment. The doc says I have a few months of physio ahead of me.’

‘Do you live alone?’ Again I feel bad that I’ve never asked him before. He’s been my minder for over five years.

‘I do.’

‘How are you going to cope on your own? I heard the doctor say you’ll have limited movement in your arm for a while. Do you have family to care for you?’

‘Nope. It’s just me,’ he replies, sighing. The turmoil in his eyes tells me there’s a story there, but I’m not one to pry.

I place my hand on top of his. ‘Would you consider coming to stay with me? You know, until you regain some movement.’

‘I couldn’t do that.’

‘Yes, you could. I have plenty of room. Please. It would make me so happy.’ I give him the look I’ve often given him over the years. I know he can’t say no to that look. It’s low of me to even pull that move, but I want him to come stay with me. It’s the least I can do—I’m the one who got him into this mess.

‘I wouldn’t want to be a burden. You’ve only just regained your freedom.’ His words are telling me no, but the hopeful look I see on his face tells me he wants to accept my offer.

‘You could never be a burden. You’re like family to me.’

‘You’re like family to me as well.’ I’m surprised to see tears glistening in his eyes.

‘So come stay with me. It will be just like old times. I’ve missed being around you. It’s not like you can go back and work for M. We’re both out of a job now.’ Although there’s nothing funny about the way M’s treated us, there’s a touch of humour in my voice.

‘Are
you sure you want me there?’ There’s vulnerability in his voice and it tears at my heart. I’ve never seen this side of him before. He’s always seemed so sure of himself, so put together.

‘Absolutely.’

‘Okay,’ he says, grinning. ‘That’ll be nice. Thank you.’

‘You don’t need to thank me. You’ve looked after me for years.’ We sit in comfortable silence for a while.

‘Can you pass me my wallet?’ Rupert says eventually. ‘It’s in the top drawer.’

Doing as he asks, I pass it to him. He opens it and hands it straight back.

‘I had a family once.’

He’s showing me a photo of two very attractive women. One looks to be around forty, the other is a teenager. They’re both blonde, and look like mother and daughter. There’s something familiar about the younger girl, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

‘Is this your family?’

‘Yes. My wife and daughter.’

I hate that I don’t know this. ‘They’re beautiful.’

‘Thank you,’ he says. ‘Not a day goes by that I don’t miss them.’

‘Where are they now?’ I have a feeling I’m not going to like his answer, but he brought it up for a reason.

‘I lost my wife fifteen years ago, to breast cancer.’

‘I’m sorry, Rupert,’ I say, clutching his wallet to my chest.