Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

EDEN

We'd talked for a while about the possibility of the guys buying a bigger house, but no one was in a rush to make the move. Even if they started looking straight away, it would take time to find the right place. Time was something we had plenty of. Now we were finally moving forward, I was happy to let things progress at their own pace.

Thinking about moving in with them stuck in my mind for the rest of the night and into the following day. Not just because of the fact I'd be living with them, but that would change things between me and Brock. Things that needed to be worked out before I even considered looking for packing boxes.

All of that was in my mind while I picked up buckets of display flowers from outside of my shop to bring them inside for the night. Sales today had been relatively good, leaving most of the buckets half empty.

I placed two in the corner of the shop and went back for the last two. I reached the door in time to see Brock pick them up and carry them inside for me.

"Thank you." I gestured for him to put them beside the others. "What are you doing here?"

"I just got off work and figured I'd come help you close up." He set the buckets down and leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

His intense expression and uniform made my clit throb. Mostly the way his eyes drank me in like I was a fine wine. Or a tasty snack.

"There's not much to do," I said. I turned the sign on the door to 'closed' and stepped over to take the cash out of the register.

"Good. Sit up on the counter." He nodded towards the empty space where I usually wrapped flowers for customers. To the side of that was colourful paper, tape and ribbon. No one walked out of here without a pretty bouquet.

I blinked at him a couple of times. "What?"

"You heard me. Get up on the counter." His tone left no room for argument.

I left the cash where it was and stood on an upturned bucket to hoist myself onto the counter.

He pushed himself off the wall and stalked towards me. His hands on my knees, he slid them up my thighs, pushing my skirt up with them. Parting my legs firmly, he pulled aside the gusset of my panties and lowered his mouth to my pussy. He traced a line from my rear hole to my clit with his tongue.

I placed my hands to either side of me to support me and leaned back, giving him better access to my pussy. He'd told me he'd fuck me with his mouth. I had no doubt that was his only intention in coming here today. To do exactly what he said he'd do. To prove he was a man of his word, if I didn't already know that.

With one hand, he pulled down the front of my shirt and bra and pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I glanced towards the front of the shop. People passed every so often, but no one glanced inside. If they did, they'd have a clear view of my former stepfather, his face between my legs. And my bare breast. Maybe I should have been worried about people looking, but I wasn't.

Honestly, part of me hoped someone would stop to watch.

Brock slid his pointer finger inside me, then added his middle finger, caressing my insides while working my clit with deft swipes of his tongue.

I quivered. "I'm going to come."

"Yes, you are," he said between licks. "Come like the slut you are. My slut."

He worked me harder and faster, relentlessly. Neither his fingers nor his tongue were gentle, but I loved it. He'd decided what he was going to do with my body and he was making that happen. Giving me no choice but to come, right there on my workspace. Back arched, crying out his name as pleasure washed over me.

I rolled my hips, grinding my clit against his face, my thighs pressed against the rough stubble of his cheeks. Every movement was beautiful, blissful torture.

With a gasp of breath, I tumbled back down to earth. "That was so…good."

He pressed his fingers into me a few more times, before he slid them out. "Of course it was, pretty slut. That's what your body was made for. Coming on my mouth. Next time, you're going to come on my cock. I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before. And you're going to enjoy it, because your body is mine. Made for me to fuck."

"I want you to fuck me with your cock," I said. "I want to be your slut." In a whisper, I added, "Use me."

"You already are my slut," he said. "You'll get my cock when I'm ready to give it to you. Not before." He rose to his feet and undid the front of his pants. "On your knees."

I adjusted my panties and scrambled off the counter to kneel in front of him.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and rammed his cock against my lips, forcing me to open my mouth and take him in. Just like he had with my pussy, he was relentless in fucking my mouth. He pushed himself all the way in each time, making me gag. He barely gave me time to breathe.

"Your mouth is fucking perfect," he growled. "So much better than your mother's mouth. She never sucked like you do. She wouldn't let me come down her throat either. But I'm going to come down yours. I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to swallow every drop."

I looked up at him to acknowledge that I would do what he said. I'd let him do anything he wanted to me. With him, there was absolutely no holding back. I was his to take, to use any way he liked. I wanted to give him everything, like my mother hadn't.

He grunted and pounded into my mouth harder, before letting out a low groan and pressing the head of his cock against the back of my mouth as he came. Hot, salty cum squirted into my mouth, making me gag again before I managed to swallow.

He slid his cock out of me and, his hand still in my hair, hauled me to my feet.

"I've waited so many years for that. It was completely worth it. You're worth it. Your mouth was made for my cock. Next time, it's your pussy's turn."

He kissed me roughly before letting go of my hair. "The only regret I have is not insisting you call me Daddy." He fixed the front of my shirt, pulling that and my bra back into place.

"Brock…" I wasn't sure what I wanted to say.

He raised an eyebrow at me expectantly. "I think the words you're searching for are 'thank you for letting me come, and for fucking my mouth.'"

"Thank you for both of those," I whispered. "I was hoping I'd see you today. Not just because of that." I patted my hair. It must look like a mess right now.

"What about?" He tucked his cock back into his pants and did them up.

I told him about my conversation with Mitch and Jagger the night before. Specifically about the possibility of moving in with them.

"Wherever you go, I go," he said firmly. "It's time I got to know those boys and Kage. Organise something so I can meet them."

"Okay," I said. "I can do that." I was looking forward to it. All four of my guys in one place at the same time. I hoped like hell they'd get along with each other. If they didn't, we were all in for a world of complications. If Brock didn't like the others, he wasn't going to allow me to move in with them. I didn't want to have to fight with him on that. I already knew he wouldn't give in. He had no intention of giving me up now.

I hesitated for a moment before saying, "Kage told me what he and you talked about the other day. He is interested in exploring what might happen between both of you."

"It's not like I'm giving him a choice," Brock said bluntly. "He's going to do what I say, the same way you do. The other two will as well."

"Jagger can be stubborn and dominant himself," I said.

"He's not going to dominate me," Brock said. "I might allow him to take part, as long as he knows to stay within his boundaries. We'll work that out. Otherwise he's out."

I doubted Jagger would see it that way. Not as easily as Brock seemed to think. I had a feeling the two would butt heads. I hoped, for my sake, they'd work things out quickly. I had no intention of giving any of them up, not now.

"I'm sure everything will be just fine," I said. "I need to get the cash out of the register and lock up for the night."

"I'll keep an eye on the door." He stepped over to it and stood just inside, his arms crossed. No one would try to get past a burly security guard, especially with the hard set expression on his face.

I once asked him why he hadn't become a police officer. He hadn't given me a direct answer, except to say something about preferring to work for himself. I hadn't pushed him on the matter, but he would have been a good cop. No one would have dared to break the law when he was around. I certainly wouldn't. I felt safer just being near him.

I opened the register and pulled out the cash before locking it and heading into my small office to place the cash into the safe. I was just closing and locking it, when I heard voices out in the shop. I was sure I'd put the closed sign on the door, so who could that possibly be? It sounded like a woman.

It sounded like…

I stepped back into the shop to see my mother standing just outside the door. Brock was holding it open and talking to her.

"Oh, there she is." She spotted me and gave me a finger wave. "I thought you might still be here."

"Mum." My heart pounded. "What are you doing here?" Thank fuck she hadn't turned up ten minutes earlier, or she would have found Brock on his knees, his tongue in my pussy. Or me on my knees. Either of those would have been bad. The idea was mortifying.

"I decided to surprise you with a visit to town," she said lightly. "I was just trying to convince Brock to let me in." She patted his cheek before looking back at me. "Are you feeling all right, sweetie? You're looking a little flustered.”

I was feeling flustered, but I probably looked like I recently had her ex-husband's hand wrapped around my hair. My mouth still tasted of his cum.

I swallowed down the taste and the thought, hoping she didn't see the truth on my face. I was never very good at hiding things from her. She always had a way of seeing through any fa?ade I tried to put up. Of course, she was my mother, she knew me better than anyone. Sometimes that was good, other times it was horrific.

"You can let her in," I said to Brock. Was now the time to broach the subject with her? Could I? I didn't even know where to start.

He gave her the side eye, but opened the door wider.

"Thank you, dear," she said sarcastically. She leaned over to kiss his cheek. She straightened back up and stared at him. "You smell like sex." Her eyes widened. She stared at him, then at me.

Slowly, her face turned pink, then red.