Witness (9 page)

“Because you’re you, Bailey. And you are perfect.” He rolled her onto her back and slipped his hand between her legs. “So wet already.”

She nodded with a whimper as he slid one finger, then two inside of her, returning his mouth to her breast. Bailey slid her hands into his hair and gripped tight, arching her hips in an attempt to get closer to him. “Brock.”

He removed his hand and she groaned in frustration, but he didn’t leave her hanging for long. He slid her underwear off, settled her legs over his shoulders and kissed the inside of her thighs before delving into her center. When he added his fingers, she nearly lost her mind.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

She gripped the bedding as an orgasm ripped through her. Brock kissed her inner thighs again and climbed up her body to kiss her. “Ready for more?”

She nodded, unable to catch her breath. He grinned as he stood briefly to grab a condom and remove his boxers.

Bailey smiled slowly and Brock joined her on the bed again. He kissed her as he slid the condom on and then stroked her cheek. “You need to stop for any reason, we stop.”

“I won’t want to stop.”

“Bailey.” He searched her eyes. “You need to stop for any reason, baby. We stop.”

She bit her lip and nodded. He slanted his mouth over hers and she opened to taste him. His fingers worked her nipple to a tight bead and then he focused on the other one. By the time he slid his hand between her legs again, she thought she might go mad with wanting. “Brock?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“You’re taking too long.”

“Okay, baby,” he said, and shifted his hips between her legs, sliding himself inside of her.

“Oh, god,” she rasped, raising her knees so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

“Too much?”

She lifted her hips. “Not enough.”

Brock moved slowly, driving Bailey insane, but also working her body into a frenzy. He slipped his hand between them and she thought she’d come apart right then and there. “Baby, this is gonna hurt.”

“I’m ready,” she said.

He gave one hard thrust and she felt the sting of her virginity slip away. Brock buried his face in her neck, breathing slow and deliberate as he waited.

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

“You need a minute, baby. Trust me.”

She did trust him, but when his fingers returned to her clit, she started to rethink that. “Brock.”

“Thirty seconds, baby.”

“Brock,” she growled.

And then he was moving again. He hitched one of her legs up further, holding her secure at the knee while balancing himself with his other arm and surging into her. Bailey forced herself not to make a noise, lest he think she was in pain and stop.

When her orgasm built to the point of no return, she couldn’t hold herself back and called his name as she climaxed around him.

Brock gave two more thrusts before she felt him pulse inside of her and he collapsed, rolling her to her side, but staying connected. “Holy shit, baby.”

She giggled, even though she was trying to catch her breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sweeping her hair from her face. “How bad do you hurt?”

“I don’t hurt…at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Brock, yes. I would tell you. God, that was…it was amazing.”

He kissed her, smiling against her lips.

“Can we do it again?” she asked.

“Absolutely, but let’s give your body a little while to adjust.” He separated himself from her and slid off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back.”

Bailey sighed, closing her eyes. She heard the flush of the toilet and the running of the sink and then warmth pressed between her legs. She opened her eyes to see Brock holding a washcloth to her.

“This will help,” he said.

He was right. It did help. When he pulled the washcloth away, she saw the blood and wrinkled her nose. “I’ll take that.”

“I got it, baby.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Baby. I got it.” He chuckled and walked back in the bathroom.

“I wish I had a change of clothes,” she said.

“You have two.”

“What?”

Brock walked back into the room, sans washcloth, and grabbed a duffle bag off the floor, holding it up. “I packed your skin stuff and a couple changes of clothes.”

“Seriously?” she asked.

“I told you this was all about you.”

She climbed off the bed and wove her arms around his neck. “You are seriously too good to be true.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her neck. “Oh, I’m aware.”

“Okay, I want to do that again.”

“Oh, really?”

She nodded, kissing her way down his chest, and kneeling in front of him. “But I want to start here first.”

“Bailey.”

She smiled, taking him into her mouth, not entirely sure she knew what she was doing, but determined to figure it out. She guessed she was on the right track when Brock hissed through his teeth and slid his hands into her hair. She didn’t get to finish her lesson, however, as she was lifted and settled on the bed with Brock gloved and inside of her before she could protest.

“I wasn’t done,” she complained.

“The problem is, I almost was.”

She beamed. For whatever reason, that made her feel quite proud of herself and she smiled until she screamed.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

B
AILEY
W
OKE
T
HE
next morning, the human blanket that was Brock, covering her. She loved waking up with him, especially since she woke with him wrapped around her. Even in sleep, he protected her.

Bailey disentangled herself from him, sliding from the bed and heading to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. She had bed head and what she assumed was a thoroughly sated look on her face. She wouldn’t know, but she liked what she saw, and she
loved
sex. More specifically, she loved sex with Brock. She’d never felt more beautiful or cherished.

Starting the shower, Bailey stepped inside, allowing the hot water to flow over her. She grinned as Brock slid the shower door open and grinned.

“Please, join me,” she retorted.

“If you insist.” His lips covered hers as he wrapped one arm around her waist and slid his other hand between her legs.

She gasped, tipping her head back to give him access to her neck.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed as she slid two fingers inside of her and pressed his thumb against her clit. “You’re so wet.”

“I’m in the shower,” she retorted, breathlessly.

He chuckled as he turned her and pulled her back against his chest, one hand cupping her breast while the other slid back to where it was. She dropped her head on his shoulder and tried not to scream as her climax built around her.

“Not yet,” he demanded.

She whimpered as he removed his hand, her need for his touch overwhelming. “Brock.”

“Hands on the tile, baby. Bend at the waist.”

She did as he directed and he slid two fingers inside of her, holding her around her waist as he shifted his body for better access. “Does your arm hurt?” he asked.

Bailey shook her head as she heard him rip open a condom packet.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, Brock.” She’d had the occasional pang of pain from her broken arm, but it was getting stronger every day. She just had to make sure she didn’t overuse it.

“You tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Bailey groaned, moving her hands from the shower wall to grasp his hips. “God, baby, you talk too much.”

Brock anchored her against his body and slid his cock inside of her, driving into her with a slowness that was obviously meant to make her mad. “I love your tight pussy. I love that I’m the only one who’s fucked it.”

She shifted so she was bent at the waist again, hands against the wall, giving her more freedom to move the way she wanted to.

Brock surged into her and Bailey moaned. He felt so good. He leaned forward and rolled her nipple between his fingers, pinching a little tighter, then releasing her.

“I’m…Brock…” she couldn’t form anything coherent as the orgasm built and the climax hit her faster than she had expected. She screamed out his name before she felt Brock thrust three more times, and then he moaned against her shoulder before kissing her neck.

“I love how I can make you come just by working your tits.”

Bailey licked her lips. “You weren’t just ‘working my tits,’ Brock.”

He slipped out of her and turned her to face him. His beautiful face grinned. “Still bet I could do it.”

She licked a drop of water making its way down his chest. “We have all day to find out.”

He frowned.

“What?” she asked.

“We don’t actually have all day. I have to leave in an hour.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know all the particulars, but Jaxon found something.”

“The kids?”

Brock shrugged. “No idea. I’ll know more when I head to the office.”

“Can I come with you?”

“No, but Macey wanted to know if you want to go to lunch with her. She’ll drop you off afterwards.”

Bailey sighed.

“Hey, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just a suggestion.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” he asked, as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“How am I going to last all that time without you,” she said in mock despair. “You have totally made me a sex addict and now you’re telling me I have to abstain?”

Brock dropped his head back and laughed. “God, I love you.”

He leaned forward, but she covered his lips with her fingers. “But seriously. We need to figure something out, because I like what we’re doing and if we can’t do it on a regular basis, I’m not going to be happy.”

He kissed her fingers. “Happy wife, happy life starts early.”

She slid her hands down to cup him. “Happy cock, happy Brock.”

“You have a point,” he said, his voice low.

“So do you.”

He pressed her against the side of the shower, cupping a breast as he kissed her. Hard. She loved it.

“Hold that thought,” he said, and leaned out for a condom, ripping the packaging and sliding it on quickly.

Then he was inside her and she was lifting her legs to wrap around his waist, gripping his shoulders in an effort to hold on. He reached down between their bodies, his finger on her clit. “Fuck, baby.”

Her climax came hard and fast, as did his, and he didn’t release her for several minutes as they stood in the shower and caught their breath.

“See?” she complained.

He chuckled, sliding out of her and taking care of the condom.

She finished in the shower and he jumped in to clean up. Bailey noted how easy it was to just
be
with him. They brushed their teeth, ordered room service, got dressed…in that order…and sat cross-legged on the bed with a deck of cards playing
Go Fish
.

Yes, really.
Go Fish
.

Once room service arrived, they sat at the little table in the room and devoured pancakes, bacon, eggs, and juice. Bailey was in heaven.

“I think we need to talk about you going on the pill,” Brock said.

“Already on it, babe…I mean, I’m not on it, but I’ve made an appointment with my doctor to get on it.”

He frowned.

“What?”

“Did you really make an appointment?”

“Yes, why?” she asked.

“I need all the details, okay? I’ll come with you.”

“Are you worried?”

He shook his head. “Not worried, but I still want to be careful.”

“You said the heat had died down.”

“It has, baby.”

She studied him. “But?”

“From what we can gather, you were an unknown.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Asher is Asher Howen.”

She picked up a piece of bacon. “As in Greg Howen, real estate mogul and shady at best?”

“Yes. It’s his son.”

Bailey sat back. “What did Ali get into?”

“Not sure, babe. But whoever took those kids didn’t know about you. We have Asher in custody and from all accounts, it would appear he wasn’t aware of kids or you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Did you see Asher at any point in the night? After you found him with Ali?”

Bailey bit her lip as she thought about it. “I don’t think so. We weren’t there for long before they were making out in front of everyone. That’s when I must have been hit or whatever because I blacked out.”

“Well, there’s a third party involved. Whoever these folks are, they have something over him. They’d told him to deal with Ali, but didn’t know about you.”

She frowned. “But both of us were in the room with those kids. How could they possibly not know about me?”

“This is what we’re trying to find out. He swears they lost their shit when the two kids went missing, but Ali apparently said she helped them escape. Said nothing about you, so neither did Asher.”

“Meaning he suddenly got a conscience?”

“This is what we’re going to find out.” He sat back. “Your lease is up in a week, right?”

She nodded. “Yes. I forgot about that.”

“Ali’s mom said she wants to come down as soon as we release the apartment to pack up her stuff. I don’t think you should go back.”

Bailey bit her lip. “At all?”

He shook his head. “Do you feel comfortable giving me a list of things for us to pack up? Obviously everything in your room and bathroom, but anything that might be in the common areas? No one will think it’s strange that you don’t return. We’ll say it was just too hard for you to go back to the place you shared with your friend.”

“Good idea,” she said, and tried not to let the sadness overwhelm her. “I’ll make you a list.”

He squeezed her hand. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Is today a test to see if I’m being watched?”

“You
are
being watched.”

“I mean, by someone other than you guys and my parents.”

“Yes, I suppose it is. Although, Macey knows you’re not allowed to use your credit cards, so no shopping.”

Bailey laughed. “I hate shopping.”

“How is that possible? You’re a woman. It’s ingrained in you.”

“Not me. I’m convinced I give up parts of my soul when I shop.”

Brock laughed. “I love you.”

“Of course you do, I’m amazing,” she retorted.

He stood enough so he could lean over her. “You have no idea how aware of that fact I am.” He smiled and kissed her quickly before returning to his breakfast.

“So.”

“So,” he mimicked.

“What am I going to do for money if I can use my credit cards?”

“I have that covered.”

“Brock,” she admonished.

“Covered, baby. Macey’s keeping track.”

“As long as I can pay her back.”

“Not really what I had in mind, but we’ll talk about it later.”

She shook her head with a smile. “On a different note, when will we be ready to head back to Vermont? I will need to tell my parents as soon as possible.”

“I figured that.”

She sighed. “No, I mean, they will want to send the plane.”

His fork didn’t make it to his mouth. “Fuck me, you have a plane?”

“
Daddy
has a plane. He just insists on me flying in it. He feels it’s safer than commercial travel.” She gave him a careful smile. “We can all go. Jax and Dallas as well.”

“How will we explain Jax? Also, why would we bring my “brother”?”

“Hmm, good point,” she said, and took a sip of her coffee. “What if Macey comes too? We’d have to find someone for Jax, but I bet Mase has a girlfriend who wouldn’t mind a weekend trip to Vermont.”

“Bailey, you
don’t
set Jax up.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be real,” she countered.

“No, it won’t be anything. Trust me on that.”

She sighed. “Well, maybe we can just say he’s gay.”

Brock choked on his coffee, slapping his chest in an attempt to breathe.

“No?” she asked, grinning.

“No way in hell, babe.”

“Not sure how to introduce him then.”

“I’ll talk to him.”

“Okay.” She cocked her head. “Why don’t you look nervous?”

“About what?”

“About meeting my parents?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t really care if they approve of me or not.”

“Wow. What’s that like?”

“What?”

“I worry about people liking me all the time,” she admitted.

He smiled. “I don’t know why. You’re perfect the way you are. I just think that if you’re treating people with respect and are nice to them, if they don’t like you, fuck ’em. You can’t control other people’s feelings. As long as you and I are good, I’m not worried about what your parents think.”

“The fact you’re seven years older than me could work to my advantage. Wisdom coming with age and all,” she quipped.

Brock laughed. His phone must have buzzed because he pulled it from his pocket and answered it. “Hey, Dal.” He smiled at Bailey. “Yeah? Okay. Sure. ’Bye.”

“Everything okay?” she asked.

He nodded. “Macey will be here in thirty minutes to pick you up.”

She sat back and studied him.

“What?”

“You said the heat had died down, and I’m obviously allowed off of house arrest to spend the day with Macey, but you just admitted I can’t use my credit cards, and what you probably thought I didn’t notice was that we did not check in last night, which wouldn’t be weird if you’d done it earlier, however, what is weird is that the name on the room service bill was Payton’s. So, just how worried should I be?”

Bailey figured Brock wouldn’t particularly like her observation, but instead, a slow smile formed on his lips. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Why?”