Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian (31 page)

“Did you sleep with Brooklyn?” she blurted out before her mind wandered back to going down on his iceberg like the Titanic.

“No. Why?” he snapped at her, looking none too happy about her line of questioning. Or maybe it was her tactic at inquiring about the information that he didn’t love so much. Either way, he did not look happy.

Becca realized that, not only did she need to ignore her overactive hormones, but she also needed to ignore her totally out-of-proportion jealousy and just talk to him like they always talked.

Steam began filling the room as she moved one step closer. Still keeping her distance, she looked up into his caramel-colored eyes, and in the moment she looked at him—really looked at him—she felt their old connection and the words just flowed out of her mouth like a truth river.

“I was watching the show and I didn’t realize how seeing you”—Becca swallowed so loud that it could probably have been classified as a gulp—“with Brooklyn, kissing Brooklyn, would make me feel. I
hated
it. Then, the reason I left The Grill, before the show was even over, was because they showed her kissing you and then you both going into the bungalow, closing the door, and then there was moaning and I thought that you were…”

Becca felt herself starting to get choked up, so she stopped talking and looked down to the floor in frustration. She just needed to
talk
to him, not be all blubbery. Becca didn’t understand why she couldn’t just have a normal conversation about this with Brian, without her emotions hijacking it and heading straight to emotional meltdown territory.

“Come here,” Brian said, sounding tired and…sad.

Becca’s worry alarm started going off, and it wasn’t a drill. Something was really wrong with her best friend.

Without hesitating, she took two steps and closed the distance between them. Brian raked his fingers through her hair and he pulled her to his chest, like he had a million times before. But this time, it was better. Not only because he was shirtless, but also because she knew that, if she wanted to press her lips to his bare chest, she could.

Or at least she thought she could. They hadn’t really discussed it.

First things first. She could circle back to her impulses and kissing.

“Are you okay, Bri?” Becca asked, rubbing her hands up and down the smooth slope of his back. She could feel tension radiating off of him as strong as the sun rays at the beach on a hot day.

“As long as I have you, I’ll be okay,” his voice broke with huskiness as he kissed the top of her head, and she felt his hand run down her back.

This time, his large hand didn’t stop where it always did—right above her butt. No, this time, he continued down and cupped her backside, squeezing it as he pulled her even closer to him.

Becca knew that something was really bothering Brian, and she really wished she hadn’t been so upset about the Brooklyn thing and actually noticed that something was off with him. Brian never let things bother him, really bother him, and she knew that whatever he was upset about must be serious.

Becca felt the strain of his erection pressing into her hip, growing larger with each possessive squeeze of his hand on her rear. As much as she liked where this was going, she
needed
to know if Brian was okay. Stepping back, she tried to ignore the arousal coursing through her veins and to keep her voice even so she didn’t sound like Marilyn singing “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.”

“Brian, what’s wrong?”

He looked at her, and the pain she saw in his eyes broke her heart. She could tell that he was warring with whether or not to tell her what was going on, and that made the uneasy feeling in her stomach expand to the size of Mount Everest.

“Brian, what is it?” her voice was laced with panic.

“Do you know I didn’t do
anything
with Brooklyn that wasn’t in front of the cameras, for the show?”

“Yes,” she answered immediately.

The second he’d said that he hadn’t slept with her, she’d known it was true. The only reason she started crying when she’d told him was because…she was just so overwhelmed.

A look of relief flashed in his eyes then, an intensity replaced it. His piercing gaze shot all the way down to her soul.

Brian’s voice was gruff and low as he spoke, “There’s a lot of stuff going on with my family, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t want talk about it or think about it. I just want you. I want lose myself in you. I need you, Becca.”

She felt his desperation for her emanating off of him in waves. And she needed him just as much. Whatever was going on, that was causing the sadness in his eyes, could wait.

Becca’s heart pounded violently in her chest as she reached out and began unbuttoning Brian’s jeans. As she pulled down his zipper, she felt his fingers dip beneath the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. Lifting her arms so he could remove it, she heard him cuss under his breath. Looking down to see what was wrong, she saw the cause of the profanity. She’d forgotten that she’d worn the white, lace bra-and-panty set beneath her clothes today with the hope that this very thing would happen—that Brian would see her in them.

Her eyes lifted to his and she saw the hunger in his eyes as he stared, unabashedly and unapologetically at her chest.

Well, if he liked that, then…

Just like she had with his jeans, she unbuttoned and unzipped her denim shorts. Then she watched his face as she pushed her cut-off shorts over her hips and stepped out of them. When she straightened, he stepped back. She wasn’t sure if he stumbled backwards or just wanted a better view, but whatever the reason, she liked the way his reaction made her feel.

His honey-colored eyes ran up and down her body, and she decided that it was time to circle back to her first impulse, when she’d entered the bathroom. Time to pop that cherry. Her hands were shaking as she hooked her thumbs in the waistline of his jeans and boxer briefs, she pushed them down and as she did, she knelt down in front of Brian.

“No, I didn’t mean… You don’t have to do that—”

Brian stopped talking as Becca wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his hard column of flesh. Stroking up the shaft, she looked up at him and explained, “I’ve never done this before. But, I’ve wanted to do this to
you
for a long time. I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth.”

He cursed again. This time, it wasn’t under his breath, and as she moved forward and took the broad head of his sex in her mouth, he reached out and braced his hand on the wall for support. She felt Brian’s knees buckle slightly as she sealed her lips around him and sucked the tip of his penis in and out of her mouth, while she moved her hand up and down his throbbing erection in illicit strokes.

With each pass of her tongue on Brian’s silky smooth engorged flesh, Becca’s body became more and more primed with desire. Passion pounded through her heart, chest and core. Rolling waves of tantalizing desire crashed through her. Kneeling before Brian, sucking him between her lips as she held his pulsing length in her hand, was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Her fingers tightened around his steel-hard length, and she moaned as her mouth continued taking his engorged tip in suctioning kisses. He tasted
so
good. Brian was the perfect combination of salty and sweet.

Deciding that she wanted more of him, she rose up higher on her knees and guided him, with her hand, deep into her mouth. She felt his thick head hit the back of her throat as his fingers tangled in her hair, and a primal moan ripped from his chest. Figuring that must be a sign that she was doing it right, she repeated the motion. This time, instead of a groan, he growled her name. Before she knew it, she was up and standing on her feet as Brian made quick—to the point of being manic—work of getting her bra and panties off.

A thrill ran through her at the fact that she’d driven him to be so animalistic, so forceful. Brian was usually so laid back, so seeing him like this and knowing that she was the reason he was so hot and bothered was a heady realization.

Becca watched, her entire body humming with arousal and anticipation as Brian swiftly reached in and checked the stream of water. She licked her lips, remembering the erotic sensation of his throbbing member sliding in and out of her mouth, as he quickly sheathed himself with a condom he’d grabbed from his jeans. Then he easily lifted her and set her inside the shower, following immediately behind her.

As the water beat down on their bodies, Brian backed Becca up until she felt the cold tile wall against her back. Then, dipping his head, Brian covered her mouth with his. The touch of his soft lips on hers sent a shockwave through her entire body.

And she knew, in that moment, that this was all she’d ever need; Brian kissing her, wanting her, needing her, claiming her.

* * *

Brian tried to control himself, tried not to attack Becca the way he wanted to. But she was not making it easy. First, that lingerie. Then, the blow job.

Damn
. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?

His hands slid up and down her slick body as his mouth devoured hers in a demanding kiss. But it wasn’t enough. He craved her. He needed to taste her. All of her.

Lowering to his knees, Brian ran his hand down the smooth skin of Becca’s thigh slipping his fingers behind her knee. Lifting his arm, he raised it up and rested her leg on his shoulder. Becca fisted her hand in his hair and gasped at their new, intimate position before Brian had even touched her. Licked her. Sucked her.

Water cascaded down both their bodies as he kneeled before her, his mouth just a breath away from her exposed center, his eyes hungrily taking in the beauty of her femininity.

Brian ran his fingers up her inner thigh then moved them up and down her plump lips several times before spreading the petal-soft folds of her womanhood apart, leaning forward, and brushing his tongue against the sensitive flesh there. Becca cried out and bucked her hips as he licked her again. Brian sucked her juices as they coated his tongue; she tasted so sweet. His entire body flushed with pulsing urgency as Brian took his time making love to Becca with his mouth. Exploring her, teasing her, tasting her.

Over and over, he sensually slid his tongue up and down her wet heat. Brian’s lips brushed, kissed, and sucked the sensitized skin of her core. Becca mumbled encouragements as her fingers gripped Brian’s hair tightly. The sting of her fists against his scalp shot straight down to his throbbing erection.

Then, when he felt her body begin to shake, he sucked her pleasure nub in his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he slid his finger inside of her tight passage. Becca cried out as tremors rippled through her entire body. Brian stayed with her, licking her, sucking her, fingering her until the last spasm rocked through her and her body went limp with satisfaction.

Standing to his feet, he held her up as she slumped against the wall, completely sated.

Lifting her eyes to his, she ran her hands up and down his chest. Her fingers and gaze explored his chest, his arms, his abdomen. Standing still, except for his chest rising and falling in labored breaths, while Becca recovered from her climax and also got her fill of touching him; Brian was torn. He felt like he had a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.

He knew what he
should
do. He should pick her up, wrap her in a towel, carry her to bed, and make sweet love to her all night long.

That’s what he
should
do.

But what he
wanted
to do and what he
should
do were two very different things.

Maybe if he hadn’t had the day he’d had. Maybe if he hadn’t wanted her so badly for a year. Maybe if he hadn’t had to watch helplessly for a month while another man had flirted, touched, and kissed Becca right in front of him. Maybe if she hadn’t been wearing the sexiest bra and panties he’d ever seen beneath her T-shirt and shorts. Maybe if she hadn’t told him that she’d never done
that
before but wanted to taste him, to take him in her mouth. Maybe if she wasn’t looking up at him with
that look
in her eyes right now.

Then maybe he would have done what he should do.

But today
had
been a shitty day. He
had
wanted her so badly that he hadn’t been able to think straight for a year. He
had
watched while she and Colton had dated right in front of him. She
had
worn white, lacy, see-through bra and panties. She
had
dropped to her knees and said that she’d wanted him in her mouth. And she
was
looking up at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes right now.

So, he reasoned, it looked like they
wanted
the same thing.

“Turn around,” Brian spoke in a low, gravelly tone.

At his command, Becca’s full lips parted and her eyes widened. She might have been a little shocked at his provocative request, but she did as he asked and turned, slowly, so she was facing the white tile wall.

Water beat down on his body, strung tight with need, as he stared down at Becca who stood in front of him, naked, her back to his front. Brian ran his fingers over her shoulders and down her arms. His eyes followed the water droplets as they danced down the bare slope of her back.