Brock: A Bad Boy Romance (102 page)

My breaths got shorter the more I played with my balls, rolling them on my palm, imagining a woman doing it for me. A nice, plump woman with soft hands and a smile on her face. Oh yeah, baby… That’s it…! I thought as I threw my head back, letting out one spurt and then another across the shower walls. I panted hard, hardly able to stand on my shaky legs. As my thoughts started to clear, the haze surrounding the woman’s face disappeared and all at once, I remembered who I’d been imagining: Rose.

“Gah! God dammit…” My thoughts to that of scorn against myself. “Fuck… Fuck…” I growled, washing the soap off of my spent sex. “Every time I do this I always think of her… Why?” It was a question I already knew the answer to, and yet, I asked it every chance I got nonetheless.

I stepped out of the shower just as my cellphone started to ring. Hastily, I grabbed a towel and rushed over, picking up the phone and answering by asking, “Yes, Jack?”

“Hey, Ross. You know I hate having to do this, right?”

I rolled my eyes, scoffing audibly for Jack to hear. “No one’s forcing you to. I don’t even know what you want.”

The man on the other end sighed, grumbling to himself for a few moments. I contemplated hanging up, but I didn’t want him calling at another time insanely early. “Listen… You’re the only guy I still know, that’s well, alive. You’re gonna have to do.”

“And what am I doing exactly?” I asked in a frustrated tone

“It’s not me necessarily… It’s my sister.”

“Your…sister?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I didn’t even know you had a sister.”

“Well, now you do! Anyway… I’ve been receiving some strange letters and emails lately. Most of them have to do with me, but I don’t care about that. A few of the newer ones have been targeting…her. I don’t want there to be any risk for her when I’m the one who made those enemies.”

“I see. So, what do you need from me?”

Jack sighed heavily. “I need you to look after her for me. Can you do that?”

It would be nice to have someone around the house again... “Sure.”

“Wait, really? You’ll do it?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Great! She’ll be over tomorrow.”

“Okay what t—” Before I could finish my question, Jack hung up.

I hope she’s not as rude as him, at least.

Two knocks on the door helped me wake up from the couch. “Huh…?” I asked absentmindedly. “Huh…” I sighed, settling back down into the cushions.

Another barrage of knocks got me onto my feet out of reflex, but before I wandered over to the door, I made sure I was wearing pants first. After checking that my white t-shirt and blue jeans were on, I walked over to the door, opening it to find a tall, dark skinned man and a shorter, plump woman standing beside him.

The woman beamed with such intensity that I couldn’t help grinning a little. “Jack,” I said, turning my attention to him and nodding.

“Ross,” he replied, nodding as well. He gestured to the woman beside him and said, “Isabell.”

Isabell looked from me to him and then rolled her eyes. “Man, can you guys be anymore awkward? I’ll just let myself in if you’d be so kind.” She looked at me a certain way and I took a few steps to the side, letting her get in. From behind, she lugged in a few suit cases. My first thought was to ask her if she needed any help, but upon another thought, I figured that she had it handled.

Jack crossed his arms, now standing in the middle of the doorway. Isabell sat down on the couch behind me, presumably in the warm spot I’d left at one of the arm rest’s ends. “So, you think you can handle things, Ross? I’ll be coming by to check on you two soon. Just so you know.”

I coughed up a dry chuckle. “Okay, boss. I got it, boss. Okie-dokie.” I mocked him with a grin, adding in a false salute gesture.

Jack let out an exasperated sigh, loosening his straight posture for a second. “This isn’t fun and games, Ross. If anything and I mean anything happens to Isabell…”

I shook my head. “If you were worried about something happening, then you wouldn’t have brought her over, would you?”

Jack growled, showing a little of his wolf through his exposed fangs. His response triggered something in me—making me want to flash mine back at him. Digging deeply into myself, I resisted the temptation, but erected my posture and puffed my chest out.

After a few seconds, Jack’s head drooped down and his entire body slumped. “It’s just… She’s all I have...” Jack uttered, his eyes glancing over at Isabell for a second. “If I lose her then I might as well lose my connection to the world.”

I reached out, putting a hand onto his shoulder. “I’ll take care of her, all right?” I smiled at him and he gave me a little grin.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

It was a little strange at first—having someone around the house. The last time I’d lived with a woman was back when I had my fifth girlfriend. Far before I ever thought of joining the army. Ha… I was such a fool back then, wasn’t I? To think she’d actually wait for me… To think…

The days never seemed to end, which in some parts were a joy, but others a pain. Isabell and I had made a routine out of sitting on the couch together and watching TV. The one time I watch the thing and I only have the basic channels…

Isabell shifted in her seat a few times and let out a sigh. Over the week, I noticed that something about her had changed. The way she carried herself was different as was the look on her face. She started out so cheerful and upbeat, but I could tell that when I told her that she couldn’t use the internet for the duration of the stay struck a chord in her.

I remembered it as if it’d happened yesterday. “But why?” Her voice was so shrill and high that my windows could’ve cracked.

Confused as to why she’d care so much about it, I replied, “Because they could be using it to track you. Who knows?” I didn’t know much about technology these days, but what I did know were the stories my friends told me. Isabell wouldn’t be the first person being tracked by the net and I knew she wouldn’t be the last.

Isabell frowned at me in the memory, so I added, “It’s just for safety.”

Ever since then, something changed in Isabell. We sat in silence for the most part, watching the images on the screen. Occasionally, I’d try to make conversation, but it didn’t continue for very long. The most I knew about her was that she had a good friend online she talked to and a few others, but aside from that I couldn’t get much else out of her. There was no telling how long she’d be under my protection, so I decided to try again.

“Hey, so um…” She turned to face me, raising an eyebrow. “You all right?” She shrugged. “Hungry or anything?” She shrugged again. “You know, I could go for some mac and cheese myself…maybe with some bacon bits on there.”

“Same here,” she admitted quietly. “But it’s more that I’m bored than anything else, Ross.”

I crossed my arms, shifting my weight around on the cushion. “Yeah? Well…what do you do on the internet that’s so great, huh? Maybe I could entertain you.”

She stifled a laugh, but turned her entire body to face me. “You’d really like to do that, Ross?”

I nodded and a smirk wedged itself in the corner of Isabell’s face. She giggled quietly, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. In that instance, something pinged in the back of my mind—the vision of the sentry woman in all of her dripping, moaning glory. When I came back into reality, I was licking my lips and my heart was pounding in my chest faster and faster by the second.

Isabell scooted closer to me and turned down the volume of the TV. “So…I hope you’re not too weirded out by this, but how big are you?”

I blinked twice. “Excuse me?”

“You know…your cock.” Isabell bit down on her lip a little while motioning toward my groin.

I sat back a little, surprised by her question. “Well… I wasn’t expecting…that.” My eyes widened in shock, and yet, I could feel my cock starting to stir.

“I-I’m pretty big, I guess… I’ve never measured, but the women I’ve been with tell me, well, they usually gawk a little…”

“Oh my…” Isabell chimed, a tongue coming out to lick her thick, luscious lips.

Fuck, those lips around my cock… “S-so, you ask this sort of thing to the guys on the net?” She nodded slowly. Every action and movement she made sent a new sensation through me—a new tingle ran down my spine or pleasant chill caught my body off guard. It’d been so long since the last time I’d done this that I forgot what words to say. What should I do…? Should I be doing anything right now? God, what’s wrong with me? How did she get me like this already?

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed with a nod. “It’s usually pretty fun except for the whole screen thing. Sometimes I’ll get or give a cam show, but it’s just not the same, you know?” I swallowed hard, imagining her giving a guy a show—no—giving me a show.

I nodded, but asked with a dry mouth, “Wh-what kind of show do you usually give them?” My wolf, full of lust, seemed to speak for me, giving me a growly tone. My hand trembled, slowly drawing nearer to the outline in my jeans.

“Mm…” hummed Isabell as she leaned forward, exposing the perfect amount of cleavage to make my heart skip a beat. For the first time in the week I noticed something about Isabell that I didn’t before: her breasts. My mind was so caught up in the battles and protection that I hadn’t even looked at Isabell more than I had to. In this instance—this moment alone together it all came to me that she was one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever laid my eyes on. The curly hair, lovely dark complexion, and warm smile stirred me at the core and made my wolf claw at my heart.

While I was distracted by her, Isabell went on to say, “I usually show them the girls… How I like to suckle on my nipples to get me nice and wet… Then I show them down I play with myself while thinking about their cocks…”

“You…ah…ah…” I could hardly think of the words to say let alone what words sounded like. My mind focused entirely on Isabell and all I could think about was having her right then and there. A nail grown into a claw latched onto my zipper and without giving it a second though, I pulled the zipper down slowly exposing the all-too-prevalent bulge.

To my surprise, Isabell didn’t react with a gasp or even a teasing word. She simply put her hand to the bulge, feeling it as I throbbed and pulsed for her—already starting to feel myself give into my lustful desires. Her hand was warm and as she moved her hand up and down the length through the soft fabric, I couldn’t help shuddering. Another’s touch was something I’d longed for, certainly, but I never thought Isabell would be the one to give it to me.

Everything about Isabell helped me felt at ease. She exuded comfort and as my cock continued to grow in her grasp, I unbuttoned my jeans, licking my lips. “I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting to touch one for a while now… Always being able to see, but not touch… It’s such a goddamned tease…”

“Oh… Oh… Ah… I, uh, I know what you mean, Isabell…” I said in between hot breaths, finding it harder to keep my composure as the seconds fast. I dared to reach for her breasts in my haze of need and desire, but she pulled back just before my fingertips met her skin.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she teased with a waggling finger. “You can touch when I tell you you can…”

I swallowed dry air, my thoughts settling. “Then what are you…? Ah-ah…” I blinked and the second I opened my eyes my cock was out and in Isabell’s hand. It felt so good for it to finally be free and in her soft, warm palm. She took it slowly at first, softly grasping it as she glided her hand up and down the shaft, but gradually, she squeezed more and more.

Pre-cum flowed freely, coating her hand and making it slick enough for her to go faster. My mouth hung open, letting one hot breath follow another as my hips started to thrust upward to the rhythm of her hand. Right when I started to feel close—from the speed and arousal alone—she stopped, letting my hardness stand freely in the cold air.

I whimpered, begging for her to take me again—in any way she could. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered. Before I could ask her what she was about to do, she adjusted herself, laying down on the couch and resting her head on my lap right beside my cock. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched her, looking down at her as she glanced up at me with a cocky smirk.

All of my muscles tensed up at the first lick and a soft sigh escaped through my gritted teeth on the second. Lap after lap up my shaft, slowly feeling up my hardened member sent a new wave of pleasure of me. Her teases did what my own hand and many before her couldn’t. My cock, pressed against her slick, warm tongue strained to be inside her lips.

“Ahhh…” I huffed, reaching out to put a hand at the back of her head. My touch seemed to encourage her because she stopped at my head after one last lick and stroked her tongue down my slit after rounding my crown. I shuddered, but the second she invited me into her lips, lightly suckling around my head, I moaned aloud.

The moan only got louder as she brought a hand up and twisted it up and down my slick shaft, moving it in time with her bobbing head. Her lips followed her hand as she pumped and sucked me. Feeling my wolf’s lustful wishes finally getting granted gave me sensations beyond all belief. My balls churned with my fresh seed just waiting to get pumped out and shoot down Isabell’s throat.

I threw my head back, planting both hands at the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair. She forced her lips halfway down my length and my eyes fluttered as I cried out, “Oh, fuck yessss!”