INDISPENSABLE: Part 3: A Billionaire Romance (9 page)

“I do an awfully good impression.”

Brock laughed. “You and me both.”

“You’re so rich. You’re gorgeous. Yet, here you are with me. Why?”

“That’s what friends do, and friendship is the more precious than all the money in the world.”

“I agree. Is Bella okay?”

“With you she’s fine. She going to kick me in the nuts tomorrow though.”

Sarah’s laugh was music to his ears. “I’m such a troublemaker.”

“You’re human. What did you do after you left your mother?”

“I didn’t get kidnapped by Rick.”

“Ouch. You know about that?” Brock felt like the village idiot going off on his big crime theory like that. “Epic conspiracy fail on my part.”

“I thought it was cute.”

“That’s one word for it.”

“I went to the rose bush my Grammy is under at the graveyard. I stayed a while and remembered all the good things.”

“Great idea.”

“Then, I almost text you to say I was coming to visit the dogs, but I deleted it.”

“Why?” Brock really wished she’d sent it.

“I’d just told you this morning I needed space. It seemed stupid to be begging for attention that same afternoon.”

“Needing some company doesn’t count. I wouldn’t have assumed anything from it. I’d still give you your space.”

“I think I was more worried about me. I should be able to handle these things without running for help.”

“I used to think that. I was wrong. So are you. You should ask for help when you need it.”

“I just feel so useless. I couldn’t even hug my own mother today.”

“Understandable.”

“She never hugged me a day in her life, and I’m the one who feels guilty.”

“It sucks.” Brock kissed her forehead. “But you’ll get through this and be a better person for it. One day, when you have your own kids, you’ll be a perfect mom.”

“I won’t hold my breath on that one. I can’t find a man to make love to me and mean it, let alone want to have kids with me.” It became crystal clear to Brock in that second.

If he wanted Sarah for life, he had to show her he loved her, show her what she meant to him, and how his days were crap without her in them. He would make love to her. He’d throw all his emotions on the line and be the man she needed him to be.

Sarah hated to admit how much better she felt when Brock was around. It was good of him to come over. She’d lost it bigtime but talking about it helped so much. She should’ve went with her first instinct to go to Brock’s.

Now, here they were together talking like an old married couple. Well, how she’d imagined old married couples would talk. She did trust him, after everything. She did. He’d proved himself since she’d found out he was married, but then she’d seen why and a lot of why Brock was the way he was fell into place.

They were so much alike. He’d kissed her forehead and gone quiet. She just laid there enjoying the moment. Then, his mouth sought hers in a tender kiss. Tender and soft, coaxing her lips and tongue to surrender. Sarah relaxed into the most romantic kiss she’d ever experienced.
Must be his goodnight kiss.

He kissed her deep and long, bringing the fire to life within her slowly but surely. Sarah toyed with the idea of stopping him, but it was so good. Wrapped completely in his arms, she opened her mouth to give him maximum access. He took advantage, his tongue and lips dancing with hers with increasing tempo.

God, she wanted him so badly. She just had to have him. But this must be the goodnight kiss. He was giving her the kiss he thought she needed. This wasn’t Brock’s style at all. He pulled away from the kiss, planting tiny ones on her nose and cheeks.

“Sarah. You’re beautiful.” His lips were on her neck now, as he kissed his way to her erect nipple. “So beautiful. You nipples are like honey. I could suck them all night.” He placed his mouth over one and drew on it gently, rolling his tongue around the tip. Sarah arched her back and groaned.

He sucked a little harder, and the pleasure shot straight to her core like a laser. Then, he moved the other. Treating it just as gently at first—and then drawing a little harder inside his mouth until her body arched under his expert mouth on her sensitive nipple.

“Oh God. Brock.” Sarah gasped out the word, and his hand rubbed over her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath and held it.

“Breathe, Sarah. Feel. Feel me as I make love to you.” His low voice sent shockwaves through her.

Sarah had no words. He wanted to make love to her?
Brock Devlin.
Wow
. His hand still rubbed over her and one finger parted her pussy lips. He caressed the length, lingering near the clit but not touching it. Sarah let the breath out in a rush. She must be dreaming.

He’d kissed to her belly button and now tickled her there with his tongue, he continued downwards planting tiny, wet kisses on her skin. He looked up at her. “Sarah. I’m going to eat your pussy like it’s my last meal. You taste so sweet. I hope you’ll come for me, so I can lick you clean.”

She could come whenever she wanted? Good, because she wouldn’t be able to hold back long at this rate. Her body was already on the edge of somewhere wickedly good, and Sarah wasn’t going to deny herself.

She closed her eyes as he licked long and deep inside her pussy lips, finishing with a flourish on her clit. She ached for him so much she wanted to pull his mouth into her folds and ride his face until she came. Brock flicked her clit with his tongue and then rubbed her clit with the flat of his tongue. Alternating between to the two actions, Sarah was now on the verge of coming.

Brock worked his magic with his tongue and then slid two fingers inside her and stroke her upper wall. It took another five seconds for her to cry out, as the orgasm came in waves, sudden and true. Her pussy pulsed against this fingers and his tongue lapped softly against her clit.

He withdrew his fingers after her last tremor and sucked them dry while looking into her eyes. “Mmmm. Delicious. Now to taste you properly. Spread your legs for me, Sarah. Hold them back and wide open. I’m going to lick your sweet little pussy clean.”

Sarah pulled her legs up and back and held herself around the lower thighs.

“Yes. That’s it. Open for me, baby. I love your pussy. Love eating your cum.”

He moved down the bed and held her ass cheeks in his hands, lifting her up to his mouth. His hot tongue sinking inside her was the best feeling ever. He plunged in and moved his tongue around making appreciative, gluttonous noises.

“Oh yessss. Yes, Brock. Perfect.”

Over and over again he plundered her pussy with his tongue, and Sarah writhed under him. He placed his mouth over her clit now. She loved this. The way he knew how to suck just right, just hard enough, was bliss.

The pressure inside built again, and Sarah was ready to come again.
Unbelievable
. He had a magic mouth. He held the suction just enough to keep the pressure on, and Sarah bucked and rocked against his mouth. His tongue had planted against her clit, and Sarah rode it for all she was worth. He looked up at her then.

His gorgeous dark eyes flashed at her. She had no choice but to come under that stare. She broke again and cried out as her body jerked for what seemed like forever. Her clit throbbed and ached, and now it was so, so sensitive, and she gasped and pushed him away. He didn’t argue. He just made his way back up the bed and kissed her lips softly.

“Taste yourself, Sarah. Taste how sweet you are on my lips.” He mover close so his lips touched hers and whispered, “Taste.”

Sarah nibbled his lips, and she could taste herself. He kissed her harder then. And Sarah grasped his cock and squeezed. He jerked and trembled. “You’re as turned on as me,” Sarah whispered to him.

“You do that to me. You make my cock like a steel rod. No other woman has ever made me hard like you do. There’s no cure.”

“I think I can alleviate the symptoms.” She stroked him long and steady. The silken flesh of his cock thrilled her. Brock was hard for her and only her.

“Sarah. That’s so good. Your hand feels so good. Keep going. Please.”

Sarah did keep going; she went faster; she squeezed a little harder; and he began to move back and forth into her hand. He must be close. “You going to come for me, Brock?”

“I’ll make a huge mess.”

“I don’t care. I want you to have the feeling of shooting your cum everywhere—instead of inside a condom.”

“Sarah. Tell me. Tell me to come. Help me.”

Brock had moved above her now and straddled her hips. Sarah used both hands on him and enjoyed touching and squeezing his cock in all ways. Then, she began to jerk him off hard with one hand while massaging his scrotum with the other.

“Come for me, Brock. Come over me. Shoot all over my tits.” Her hand moved in a frenzy now, and it began to cramp up and hurt. She couldn’t go much longer. “Come for me, Brock. Come you bastard. Fucking do it. Now!”

Brock’s let out several cries, as he pumped his seed all over Sarah’s tits, and she smiled.

“Good work. Did you like that?”

His voice came in hard breaths. “I loved it.” He leaned forward and kissed her so tenderly that Sarah thought the aliens must’ve beamed up the real Brock.

He ended the kiss, and Sarah’s body was alive with feeling. Her mind was on fire.

“I’m going to make love to you, Sarah. Long, passionate love.”

“But I thought…”

“I was wrong and stupid. I can make love to you. I know you won’t hurt me. I know I’m safe with you.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Brock?”

He laughed. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Question is, do we have a condom. Or do you? I know I don’t.”

“Not that I came here expecting this, but I do have one in my wallet.” Brock moved quickly out of the bed and rustled about finding his wallet. “Got it. Only one though, so we’ll have to make it last.”

Sarah smiled. “No problem.”

He put the condom on and dived back into the bed. Not long after his body was warm again and his cock hard against her. That was a lot to do with the long, sexy kisses he seemed to be addicted to tonight. Sarah wasn’t complaining. He moved his body over her and positioned his legs between hers.

Then, he slid his cock inside her. So slowly, it took an age to feel full of him. Then, he withdrew slowly. He kissed and nipped at her breasts, but nothing she could call painful. His smooth strokes into her were controlled, driving her body insane for him again.

His mouth now close to her ear, Sarah moaned, as he whispered her name and how her body made him feel. She loved every bit of it. Her body buzzed. Brock kept his cock moving slowly in and out of her pussy, and he still kissed her now and again. This was…great. What she’d always wanted.

“I love you, Sarah. I really do.” He looked deep into her eyes as he spoke.

Sarah had a surge of emotion. She should keep her mouth shut. “I love you, too, Brock.” She bucked up and thrust underneath him, trying to get a faster rhythm going. “It’s crazy, but I do love you. In spite of myself.”

“I’m making love to you, Sarah. I’ll make love to you every night of your life if it means I get to keep you for myself.”

Sarah was close a climax, skirting around the edge, but she wasn’t going to get there with this fantasy sex. With each stroke inside her, he pressed his body to her clit. Sarah felt an urgency click over in her brain. This ‘making love’ was nice, but she didn’t need nice right now. “Brock?”

“Yes?”

“This is kinda…boring.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, sorry.” She felt terrible saying it was boring. But she had vowed to be honest and express her needs. “Not boring, but I think I need more tonight, you know? Just not as much as yesterday. Does that make sense?”

“It makes perfect sense. There’s a time and place for gentle lovemaking, and this isn’t it. Good. You are sharing what you want with me. That makes me very happy, Sarah.
Very
happy.” He knelt back between her thighs and pushed her legs up into the air with his hot hands.

He slid his cock in again, but this time her reached out and twisted one of her nipples hard. Then the other. Sarah cried out; they were still overly sensitive from yesterday.

Brock took her hard and fast—with his cock pounding into her. Sarah groaned and let the feelings wash over her. When he wasn’t pinching her nipples with his fingers, he was stroking her clit. Still his impossibly hard fucking continued.

“Oh, yes. That’s it. That’s it, babe. Fuck me hard, oh yeah.” Then, she tipped over the edge, and the orgasm was there. It went rampant around her body, as Brock slammed into her and rubbed her clit. Sarah cried out his name, and he grunted hers, as he came again, deep inside her clenching pussy.

“Wow.” Sarah could think of nothing else to say.

“Yeah, I agree. You’re incredible.”

“You are. Will you stay the night?”

“With the woman I love? Absolutely.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m aware of that. I mean it. I wouldn’t toy with that word. I love you. I’ll do whatever I have to do to be with you.”

Sarah sighed, back on the old roundabout again. Be somebody’s fun-time on the side or be lonely.

“I mean it. Sarah, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”

She kissed his lips. “I know you love me, Brock, and I love you, but it’s not just about us being able to bonk each other’s brains out. I need a future. I want a future.”

“If it helps, I filed for divorce today.”

“You did what!”

“Started the ball rolling today.” He pulled her close to him again. Sarah couldn’t comprehend what he’d just told her.

“Wait.” She sat up in bed stared at him. “You and Jodie are divorcing?”

“Yep.”

“What brought this on? Did she ask you for one?”

“I stressed out all morning about broaching the subject because I realized how being married to me meant she missed out on ever finding love and happiness, so I decided I’d broach the subject and see how it went. Turns out she’s been seeing someone but didn’t know how to tell me.”

Sarah had to let out a small laugh. “I thought I had a bad day.”

“By that stage Heather had already rolled her eyes a thousand times and basically said it was about time, and she went to her room and left us to it.”

“Oh, Brock. She’s such a clever young lady.”

“Too clever at times. I kept telling myself it wasn’t about me.”

“Really? That must’ve been a shock to your system.” Sarah gave a chuckle.

“Everyone’s a comedian. Watch yourself.”

“I couldn’t resist. Sorry. So, Jodie was agreeable.”

“She would’ve happy danced if she didn’t think it would have hurt my feeling, unlike my daughter who didn’t hesitate to add a few fist-pumps.”

“I’m sure they just want to see you happy.”

“In the end, it went so well. I’m happy for Jodie, too. Happy for Heather to finally get to see what two people in love should look like.”

“That’s amazing. Congratulations.”

“Amazing for us.”

Sarah stiffened a little. She wasn’t sure. She loved Brock, but from zero to happily-married in the blink of an eye was more than a little scary. Sarah never spoke.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just don’t ask me to marry you yet. I’m not in the headspace for that.”