Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian (32 page)

After wrapping his fingers gently around her wrists, he lifted them both up above her head and placed her hands flat on the tile surface. Taking a moment he gazed down at the erotic sight that she presented with her arms trapped above her head, fingers splayed across the white tile, dark hair—jet black from the water—cascading down past her fair shoulders.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Brian asked as his fingers tightened around her delicate wrists.

At his words, Becca’s back arched, causing her supple backside to bump lightly against his straining male heat. Even through the latex barrier, Brian could feel the soft firmness of her rounded globes. His body throbbed and ached with carnal need.

Brian kept one hand pinning her delicate wrists exactly where he wanted them, and with the other, he ran his fingers through her hair and pushed it to one side, giving him access to her bare neck. Then, lowering his head, Brian softly nipped the sensitive area right below her ear. As his teeth gently raked over her skin, Becca bucked her ass against his painfully erect arousal.

“Mmmm,” he spoke low into her ear as he reached around and cupped the weight of her breast in his hand. “You are so fucking sexy.”

She whimpered with need as he massaged her plump flesh and tweaked her nipples. Pulling them, pinching them, then rolling them gently between his fingers. He kissed, nipped, and licked her neck until she was pleading with him to be inside of her.

Brian wanted her as much, if not more than she wanted him, but he also didn’t want this time they had to be over. Here, in this shower, this was perfect. Once they stepped out of here, life was…complicated.

For so long Brian had dreamed of touching her like this, of pleasuring her like this, of being with her like this. Last night had been amazing, but he’d been so overwhelmed by the fact that it was happening, he hadn’t done everything he’d wanted to.

So, Brian took his time. Placing openmouthed kisses on her neck, her shoulders, and her back. His hands memorized every single inch of skin they touched in unhurried exploration. His fingers traced beneath her heavy mounds, along the lines of her ribs, down her torso and back up again outlining the perfect circles of her pink areolas.

“Brian,” Becca sighed with frustrated need as her body, once again, found his, rubbing against his heavy shaft.

Pulsating desire shot through him with a violent force that almost caused his knees to buckle like they had when she was kneeled before him with her lips wrapped around his bulging sex.

Brian slid his hand down her slippery body and over her waist. Then, he bent his knees at the same time that he lifted and tilted her hips up. Brian rolled his hips once, and even through the latex, with water pouring down on him, he could feel the invitation of her wet heat against the head of his dick. Sliding his fingers down and around her body, he moved his fingers between her legs so he could make sure that he was lined up right and that she was really ready for him, not just moist from the shower water.

The moment his finger brushed against her core, he knew that he had a green light on both counts. He was positioned at the slick seam of her opening and her sex was swollen with arousal. So in one thrust he pushed his hips up, sliding into the warmth of her contracting muscles, while his middle finger lightly rubbed her sensitive bud that sat above where their bodies were intimately joined.

Her inner walls tightened around him as his powerful fullness entered her completely. She shuddered as he filled her to the brim. Her wrists pulled down as her body clenched tightly. He held her firmly in place as he drove into her and erotically massaged her center.

Plunging into her glistening moistness, as he felt her pleasure button swell beneath his touch, Brian totally lost himself in the act of making love to Becca. A hot, pulsing rush of unrestrained release coursed through Brian as he drove into her tight, wet passage in ruthless, demanding strokes. The pressure and friction quickly sent him into erotic oblivion.

Far too quickly, Brian felt his orgasm building to the point of no return. Knowing he wanted Becca to come with him, Brian’s dug his fingers into her hips as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. He told her how good she felt, how tight she was, how many times he’d touched himself while thinking of doing this to her. As he spoke, he felt her body milking his with contractions. Then, when he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer, he tightened his grip on her wrists, increased the pressure of his middle finger on her clit, and told her to come for him.

At his words, she came apart in his arms just as he reached his own blinding, earth-shattering moment of release. Brian exploded as a frenzy of simultaneous explosions shot through him. Lightning bolts of fulfillment flooded his body as he experienced a long, jarring climax.

When he finally rode the last wave of ecstasy, he released Becca’s now limp arms, shut off the water, and picked her up. Her arms came around his neck and she snuggled against his shoulder as he grabbed a towel, wrapping her in it. Then he carried her to bed, where he knew he’d be spending the rest of the night doing what he
should
do.

B
ecca pulled the straps of the large bag up on her shoulder and tried to balance the cooler on her hip as she made her way down the wood path to the hill next to the river. She and Brian had been watching the Fourth of July fireworks display there since they were in middle school and their parents hadn’t made them stay with them at the park. She was really regretting her choice to wear a cute dress and
wedges
tonight. Every time she tried to dress up, go a little bit out of her comfort zone, she regretted it. She was not a dress-up-for-appearances-sake girl. She was a dress-nice-but-be-comfortable girl.

Since she’d stepped off that airplane six weeks ago, she felt like she’d learned more about herself than she had over the last twenty-four years of her life. She’d learned that she could kill a spider without dropping dead. That she could climb a rock wall, live in a
castle
with strangers, and talk to a camera and not break out in a cold sweat.

And she learned that she could
not
be ‘just friends’ with Brian. The not ‘just friends’ status of their relationship had definitely been the most fun of all the experiences she’d had, but she had a feeling that it was also going to cause her the most pain.

Honestly, Becca had no idea how they were going to figure this all out. The night of the viewing party—after the hot sex in the shower—Brian had told her about his parents’ financial issues, which he’d just found out about that day. They’d talked a little about it, and then the next night, after he’d worked fourteen hours in the shop, they’d gone over everything together. It wasn’t just bad. It was devastating.

They both knew that the only shot he had of digging his way out of it was winning the show and fulfilling the one-year commitment to ‘be’ with Brooklyn. Brian hadn’t wanted to talk about it since then, and Becca hadn’t pushed it. She’d just been enjoying the little time they’d had together this week.

And it wasn’t that much time at all. Brian had to be at the shop before dawn and worked past ten, sometimes even until midnight, each night, just trying to get all the repairs his dad had scheduled done before they had to leave again tomorrow morning. So the few hours they’d had together at night, alone, they’d made count.

During the day, Becca hadn’t been able to help him fix any of the cars (obviously!), but she’d spent the time he was working in the garage, in the auto shop’s office, poring over the books and the computer system and calling all of the financial institutions to ask for extensions and set up payment plans. It hadn’t fixed anything per se, but it had given Brian a little time to figure things out, and at least now, he had a hard number that he needed to come up with each month. It was a big number, but at least he knew what it was.

She rounded the corner and saw that the hill down the wooden path was, at least, another hundred yards. There was no way she was going to make it in these wedges. So she stopped and set down the cooler and bag, which, for only having snacks and blankets in it, weighed a ton. Then she used the cooler as a chair, sitting down on its lid, while she removed her oh-so-cute but not-so-practical shoes.

As she unbuckled the straps, she tried to keep her mind focused on tonight. Tomorrow, they were headed back up to Stone Castle for the show’s finale. After that, they didn’t know. One of three things could happen. If Jax and Madison won, then Brian and Becca could be together, Becca would go back to California and Brian would have to not only run the shop but get at least one more job, if not two, and even then, she didn’t know if he could make ends meet. If Brian and Brooklyn won, then Brian would have to spend a year pretending to be with Brooklyn, but he would be financially okay. What Brian didn’t know was that, if Becca won, Brian would be financially okay, too.

If she won, then every dime she made would go to Brian and his family. Brian wasn’t going to like it. In fact, she knew that he would hate it. He was good at a lot of things—everything, really—but accepting help from people was not one of his strong suits. That didn’t matter though, because it was what was going to happen.

Then, no matter which way things went, a year from now, they would be together.

And they still had tonight. One. More. Perfect. Night.

She tried to keep her mind focused on that fact. Of course, it kept wandering down the what-if highway. All week, she’d felt like a cloud of doom was following her around as she thought about what it would be like to be in California and see Brian and Brooklyn in interviews, in magazines, and starring in their own TV show.

As she stood back up, now blissfully barefoot, she heard John Cusack’s voice in her head as Lloyd from
Say Anything
. “
You start out depressed, everything turns out to be a pleasant surprise.
”

For some reason, like her ’80s quotes always did, that made her feel better.

Taking a deep breath, she bent down and picked up her oversized beach bag, making sure that the straps were as high on her shoulders as they could go. Then, just as she was reaching down to get the cooler, she heard a voice that put a smile on her face.

“Well, now, young lady. Do you need some help with that?”

Looking up, she saw Grandpa J (who her cousins and every other male in this town called The Colonel) walking down the wooden sidewalk towards her. Grandpa J had basically adopted every young person in this town as ‘kin,’ and the town had definitely adopted him as theirs. He’d moved to Harper’s Crossing when Becca was little to live with his son and his family after his wife Marie had passed away.

She loved him like he was family.

“Hi, Grandpa J.” She gave him a hug as he got closer. Then she reached down and picked up the cooler. “It’s okay. I’ve got it.”

There was no way she was going to make Grandpa J lug a cooler up a hill for her and Brian’s fireworks picnic.

Grandpa J lifted a questioning, bushy, white brow at her. “Where’s that tall young man of yours?”

Becca’s first instinct was to say that she and Brian were just friends like she had forever. But they weren’t anymore, and she never wanted to say those words again. She guessed she would have to for the next year if she and Colton or Brian and Brooklyn won, but not tonight. She didn’t have to say that tonight.

“He’s still at the shop. He’s going to meet me here when he finishes up.”

Grandpa J nodded and, without asking permission, grabbed the cooler out of her hands. “Where are we headed?”

She knew better than to argue with ‘The Colonel.’ Plus, she’d felt the guns on him. He could put young men to shame.

Becca motioned to the small hill that sat beside the river. “Up there.”

As they began walking, Grandpa J asked in his patented Grandpa J
tone
, “So, what is this I hear about you being a princess on TV?”

“Oh, that’s just a show that I’m on. And Brian’s on. It’s a reality dating competition show.”

“So, Brian is your prince?”

Ummm
.

“No, he is dating a girl named Brooklyn and I’m dating a guy named Colton.” For some reason, explaining this to Grandpa J made her feel nervous. Becca didn’t know if it was just because she thought he wouldn’t understand or if it was because she knew he would.

“I see,” he said as they came to the end of the wooden sidewalk and started up the hill. “And what do you get if you win this show?”

“Money.” That was the easy part to explain.

“So you just win and they give you money?” he said after a few moments when they reached the top and he set down the cooler.

“Well, you get some money, but if you do another show and stay together with your person for a year, you get even more money.” It sounded so bad when she said it like that.

“Okay.” Grandpa J sat down on the cooler as Becca laid out the green-checkered blanket she’d packed.

“It’s not real,” Becca explained. “It’s like acting.”

While Grandpa J sat with his hands resting on his knees for a few moments, Becca was actually anxious to hear what he was going to say. In that moment, she knew that she might have matured and grown as a person this summer, but she would
always
care about and respect the opinions of her family and the people she loved. That was just who she was.