Chapter 6

Felicia

It's odd, isn't it … the way fate works?

When I auctioned my virginity off, I thought I was kissing any future I had with Brock away. Instead, he's the one who won me.

It has to be fate, right?

The way Mr. Harlow—erm, Brock—makes me feel can't be anything but that.

And yet, I can't help feeling concerned. What's going to happen when we land? I know what I want to happen, and I can't help thinking he wants the same thing as I do. Men don't just go down on women in private planes on the way to their vacation homes, right?

I hope so. Now that I've had him close, I don't want to let go. It's like he's the forbidden fruit and now I've finally had a taste, I can't go back. I don't know what this means for me, and I certainly don't know what this means for my friendship with Olivia. Even if Brock and I continue down this path, I can't just give her up. Not when she changed my life for the better.

But I also know that I won't be able to be around her father if I can't keep touching him. Despite their differences, Olivia and her dad are close. A real relationship between he and I could destroy not only my friendship with her, but it could destroy their family relationship too. We'd all end up heartbroken.

For the first time since stepping in to protect my father, I wonder if this is all worth it. The auction, the escape with Brock, the moment we shared on the plane—all of it.

When we land at the Denver airport, a car is waiting for us. We start the drive up the mountain to the cabin Brock keeps. I've been to it few times before, just never alone with him.

As we get into the car, I finally turn my phone back on. Soon, it's pinging with missed calls and texts, mostly from my dad. He says the funds have arrived to his old boss and he's now off the hook and back in good standing. A series of thanks and apology messages follows but I don't bother looking at any of them. While things could have turned out way worse and I'm glad I was able to save him, I'm still not sure how I feel about talking to him right now.

Not to mention that I know I'll soon be getting calls from the market, asking where I am. If I didn't have a big chunk of cash headed my way even after getting my dad's debt paid off, I might be more worried. As it stands, I have more than enough for us to make it by for a few months, if not more.

When the lights of the cabin come into view up the road, I can't help sighing in relief.

I've always loved the secluded mountain hideaway. The views are stunning year-round, and even though I know it cost a ton of money, it has always felt so homey and welcoming, much more so than the Hamptons house or the penthouse in the city.

And now we have it all to ourselves.

Brock leads me through to the living room, before disappearing to his bedroom for a moment. I make my way to the window and stand by the window and gaze out at the vast, dark forests before looking up at the stars, but they're obscured by clouds. It's still dark—the trip from New York to Denver is long, but it wasn't long enough to give the sun time to come up. I'd smelled rain on the air on our way inside, but the flash of lightning that lights up the face of the mountain confirms that there's a storm on the way.

I sense Brock behind me just as the crack of thunder sounds in the distance. It's closer than I thought.

"Seems like there's a storm on the way," he says, sliding my jacket off my shoulders.

I shiver at his touch, hot despite the fact the fact that the air in the house is cool and fresh from being so high up in the mountains. I turn to face him, only to be enveloped in a thick bathrobe that smells like him as he wraps it around me.

When I look up into his eyes, they look as dark and cloudy in the dim light as the weather outside.

He makes a point to look past me out the window. "I don't know about you, but I love listening to a storm as it rolls in." His face is illuminated briefly as lightning flashes again, showing me just how hungry he is when he looks back down at me. "Now's your chance to back out of this. You still the have the option run away and to go lock yourself in Olivia's room. I could even fly you back today, if you want."

Hearing her name makes me flinch. It feels like he's saying it to remind me of what's at stake. But he doesn't let me go. His arms stay wrapped around me protectively, making me feel safe in a way I've never felt before. His gray eyes blaze in the darkness.

"What if I don't want to run?" I ask him, smoothing my hands over the front of his suit. His chest is hard and warm, the expensive fabric soft against my palms.

Suddenly, he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls, moving my head to bare my neck to him. My breath catches in my throat. "If I kiss you, little girl, I won't be able to stop, little girl."

My body arches toward him, aching for his touch, to feel his mouth on mine. Everything disappears from my mind except Brock. I stand on my toes and close my eyes. "Kiss me," I plead. "And don't stop."

His mouth crashes onto mine as he surges forward, pressing me against the floor-to-ceiling windows. At the same time, thunder rumbles deeply. The glass vibrates against my back as he pushes himself between my legs, lifting one of them so our hips can meet.

"This what you do to me," he growls, nipping at my bottom lip as he starts to desperately rip at the little dress I'd borrowed from the club. He bucks his hips into mine and I feel how hard he's become. "Feel how hard I am? You did that, little girl."

The storm behind me picks up, the lightning and thunder coming faster, brighter, and louder. Just as my hands finally start working at the buttons of his shirt, the few lights on in the house flicker and then go out.

He smirks down at me as my fingers fumble with nerves, and takes my hands in his. "This dress has been torturing me for hours. I think it's time to get rid of it."

He helps unwrap me from his robe and steps back to run his eyes up and down my body, letting his eyes linger on my legs. He looks ravenous, like a predator ready to chase its prey.

"Turn around," he murmurs darkly.

When I do, I feel his heat instantly at my back. His hands trail against the hem of my short dress, then trail up to the back where I know the zipper is.

And then I hear a loud tearing noise.

I gasp as my dress suddenly begins to slip away, revealing my body to him. His sharp intake of breath is audible, even over the storm brewing outside.

"Fuck," he swears. "I knew you were beautiful, but …" His hands wrap around my waist and pull me back into the warmth of his chest. "You're fucking unreal, little girl."

I sigh and lean into his touches as he slips his hands down to the apex of my thighs.

"Whose pussy is this?" he breathes into the shell of my ear.

"Yours," I whimper as he runs a finger over my clit.

"That's right. I bought this pussy. I bought getting the chance to sink into your tight little hole and fuck it like it deserves."

My head drops back onto his chest as he continues to tease my clit and slip down into my silken hot folds. He grinds his erection into my ass, softly groaning praise into my neck as he starts to fuck his fingers into me.

Abruptly, he pulls his fingers out of me. The loss makes me whine wantonly, but he just chuckles.

"Bend over, baby. Hands on the window."

Goosebumps erupt up and down my body. I hear the sound of his belt being undone followed by a zipper lowering. My body's so hot I feel like I'm going to start fogging the window up.

"I'm going to take this slow for you. Want to make sure it feels as good as you deserve."

I gasp when I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, pushing into my wetness carefully. My voice catches in my throat as I fight back a scream of pleasure.

I've never felt so full, and he's not even all the way inside. It's ecstasy. Pure indulgence. He rocks his hard, hot length into me so slowly it almost hurts. I've wanted him for so long that I can't hardly wait to feel the whole of him.

"P-please, Brock," I stammer, breathless.

"‘Please' what, little girl?" he growls. His hands are strong as they grip my hips, holding my body still.

"Please just fuck me already, Brock," I moan, bucking against his hold weakly. "You're driving me insane."

The man laughs. "Needy little thing. Have it your way."

The pace he sets is punishing. He impales me over and over again with his massive cock, relishing each and every noise I make as I take it. Heat pools low in my belly, trickling through my veins and making my entire body sing with pleasure. It feels like I'm being wound tight, just like when he had his mouth on me on the plane.

"God, you're so fucking tight. This pussy was made for me," he mutters, slapping his hips into mine hard and fast.

"Feels so good," I whine, tears beginning to gather on my lashes. The bliss is so intense, I'm beginning to get overwhelmed. The tight feeling makes me feel like I'm about to snap. "I think I'm going to—"

"Gonna come on my cock? Gonna show me how good I've made you feel?"

I nod my head. I can't even speak. All I can do is take it as suddenly, every nerve ending in my body explodes. My vision goes white as my orgasm overtakes me, sending me into a deep abyss of warm, syrupy pleasure.

Behind me, Brock is breathing hard. His large hands press into the flesh of my hips and ass as he suddenly gasps. He lets out a soft groan as his hips stutter and finally stop. There's a burst of wetness between my thighs as he fills me to the brim and then some.

I relish the feeling of being marked as his. Probably more than I should.

As he pulls out of me and turns me around for a searing kiss, I wonder how long this can really last. This is the best I've ever felt. It feels too good to be true.

When he picks me up and carries to his bed, I push the insecurity away. The soft kisses he gives me as we settle under the covers wipe away the worry. I find myself giving in to the moment.

If this is all I'm destined to get, I'm going to make the most of it.