Moving on With Brock: A Passionate Second Chance Romance (3 page)

"Noone deserves being threatened by anyone, Portia," Brock said firmly. "Okay, I'm going to consult with a friend of mine whose a rather good investigator. I've updated software for the FBI and I can ask for favors. You're not alone in this, okay? Try to stay strong."

She smiled, realizing with his words that she hasn't been truly alone since she met him again in the cemetery. In fact, it was like itwas Gideon whose brought them together. Strange.

DINNER that night was just as wonderful as it had been the night before, even with the shadow imposed by the emails. There as just too much physical attraction. 

They did keep the brakes on things a little more, but it was clear that the attraction was getting more powerful all the time. Portia felt closer to Brock the more time she spent with him, and the best part is that she didn’t feel guilty about it. He did not accept her invitation for coffee that night, though. Or the next night. For some reason, she was grateful. She knew what would happen if they let it. 

And it just didn't feel like the right time... yet.

OVER the next few weeks, a routine of sorts was established between Portia and Brock. She had even introduced him to Carrie and they had double-dated a few times. Carrie was thrilled to see Portia stepping out into the world of the living again, although they all were quite concerned over the constant stream of nasty emails and cruel little gifts that kept arriving. 

Finally, the night arrived that Portia felt she was ready to be with Brock in the way they had both wanted for some time now. Kissing and cuddling was wonderful, but also more than a little frustrating. To make things more relaxed and simple, Portia invited Brock to dinner at her house. She was a pretty good cook and felt that it would make the progression of events that much easier for them both. 

Portia decided to dress a bit sexier that night than she normally would. She wanted to let Brock know subtly that this night would be much different than the ones they had been normally spending together. It didn't matter that he probably already knew. That made it more exciting somehow. She had bought something new to wear. It was a Grecian style dress that reached to the floor but has slits on either side up to mid-thigh. The top portion was fitted with a deep V-neck. Her breasts were emphasized as well as drawn into an impressive cleavage. She wanted to see Brock's face when he sees it. The royal purple shade worked well with her coloring and she was pretty sure that she looked the way she wanted. 

Her opinion was verified as soon as she opened the door to Brock. He gave a low whistle and then kissed her. He did not take his hands away even after that hot kiss. It was almost as if he didn’t want to let go of her. 

“I see beauty," he said, "and your kitchen smells delicious. I’m not sure I can take all of it at once!” ” he teased. 

“Well, if you think this may do you in, I might better put off the other plans I have for tonight.” She giggled at the look on his face. “It’s a surprise so I’m not telling you anything. Now come on and let’s eat.” 

Taking him by the hand, she led him to the candlelit table that was already set. 

"Wow... this looks great. You did this for me?" he asked.

"I did it for us," she whispered. 

His answering smile was simply special. "Then we're going to enjoy it," he replied in a tone as intimate as hers was.

As they ate, they spoke about ordinary everyday things. Toward the end of the meal, Portia stood up and went to the kitchen. She brought back a bowl of sweet succulent strawberries. Included was a small bowl of whipped cream, and some champagne. 

However, she didn’t stop at the table. Instead, she kept walking until she reached the bottom of the stairs. 

Then, she turned around and looked at Brock over her shoulder, smiling a slow sexy smile. 

It took him a second but finally he understood that he was meant to follow her. With a very broad smile on his face, he nearly knocked over his chair in getting up. Then he practically jogged over to where Portia was waiting.

Brock eagerly followed Portia up the stairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom. The double doors were already open and he could see that she had made special preparations in here, too. 

There were several oil lamps casting a soft light over the room. The large king-sized bed was turned down exposing black silk sheets. The entire room was set up as a seduction scene and Brock was very thrilled at the prospect of what this night was going to bring. He watched as Portia set down the champagne and bowls on a nightstand. Then she turned to face him.

“Are you sure?” Brock asked her softly. 

“I’m very sure,” Portia replied. 

He crossed the room and took her in his arms. 

BROCK'S kisses this time were completely without restraint, as hers were. They each gave as much as they took, encouraging the flames of passion to burn even hotter. 

If either of them had planned for things to go slowly and gently, that was doomed to fail. Brock was careful not to damage Portia’s dress but he undressed her pretty quickly. She pulled just as quickly at his clothes because she felt greedy. She wanted to put her hands on his nakedness and feast her eyes on it. Brock kissed her deeply and hungrily as he pushed her to the bed with his weight. Portia's hands were all over him, kneading his skin, until her hand reached his rigid manhood, which she guided to the spot between her legs. 

"Portia, oh, baby... not yet. I want to love you more..."

She was going to protest. It has been too long and she wanted him inside her. But she moaned instead as she felt his lips and tongue sliding down her throat. she gasped and arched her back when as sensations exploded as he put her nipple inside his warm mouth to suckle at it like a baby, like he was drinking her milk. Then possessively kneaded her soft breasts with his hands. Alternating between each nipple, he aroused her so much she whimpered, wanting him in now. But he wasn't finished yet.

He kissed his way towards the apex of her thighs. Pushing both thighs away from each other, he sighed. Then teased her with wet kisses and nips on her inner thighs before finally giving attention to her throbbing, hungry sex. He started with his tongue, lapping her folds from down upwards, tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue until it grew turgid. He then opened each fold with hisindex fingers, then flicked and finally, sucked at it until she cried. He sucked at her clit, digging his tongue inside her sex as far as he could reach, her inner muscles massaging the little organ until the first wave passed.

"Brock... please...?!"

At last, he obliged her. He traced his way back to her with wet kisses and until he was kissing her mouth again as greedily as he kissed her sex. She didn't need to guide his cock to her pleasure cleft and in no time, he had pushed himself in, to the hilt, to her core.

Their groans of bliss split the room. He paused, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her face with arousal, passion, and gentleness in his. "You look so beautiful," he whispered.

She smiled up at him. "And you are, too," she replied.

"Beautiful?" he asked in a teasing tone huskily as he started moving.

The sensation of his cock creating fiction with her inner muscles rendered her, not speechless, but wordless. Her body writhed under his as she moaned. He was thick and long, and she could feel the length of him as he rocked slowly, in and out, obviously loving how she felt about it, until he slowly lost control. He banged at her, ground himself into her, and she was pushed into the edge of release once more, almost screaming as bigger waves hit her, tumbling with him down, down, as he also found his own climax.  

Afterward, they lay naked in each other arms, gasping for breath, both laughing as they wiped the beads of sweat on each other's forehead. And they kissed, couldn't seem to stop kissing until she sat up and reached for the champagne. 

"Will you do the honors of opening this?"

"Of course," he said, smiling. He was still looking at her with a kind of indulgence on his face, then took another kiss from her mouth before opening the bottle. They each had a glass and sipped it along with feeding each other the dipped strawberries. 

The next time they turned to each other, it was much slower, more involved. Portia made up by lapping cream off his cock this time. And he liked that very much.

They made love all night, stopping only when they were so exhausted, they finally had to go to sleep.

WHEN Portia woke up the next morning, she felt tired but energized. She was also sore but in the best way. Stretching like a contented cat, she opened her eyes and saw that Brock wasn’t there. 

Disappointed, she sat up and looked around. Then smiled. Most of his clothes were still on the floor. He couldn’t’ have left. She walked to the doors of the bedroom and could hear his voice.
He must be talking on his cell phone
, she thought. 

She raced into her bathroom and splashed some water on her face and brushed her teeth. As she was coming out of the bathroom, Brock entered the bedroom and put his cellphone on the nightstand. At first, he had a serious expression on his face. Then he saw her and that instantly changed to a huge smile.

"Hello, handsome," she purred seductively, suddenly confident because of that smile.

"Come here, beautiful," he replied as his hands reached for her. He put his arms around her and then he gave her a long kiss. She knew he did not mean to get quickly aroused again, but when he raised his head, he has that look in his eyes that said he wanted her again.

"How sore are you?" he whispered as his hand gently cupped her ass.

She closed her eyes. It did not matter that she was sore. She wanted him again, too. Instead of answering, she pulled his head back to her and kissed him hard. Then giggled when he lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed.

There, he looked down at her, and she could almost swear that his look held his heart. Then he set the robe aside, lowered his head, and traced kisses from her navel downwards, to her very core. Where he made her swoon and moan as he gently pleasured her with his lips and tongue again. When he entered her, she was so aroused it did not hurt at all. And their climax was slow but powerful, and complete. She knew they had crossed over a boundary after that as they settled in each others' arms, waiting for their hearts to slow down.

The look of seriousness coupled with worry was in his eyes when he looked at her again. 

“I have some news for you,” he said, his finger setting a strand of hair from her cheek aside. 

She took a deep steadying breath before she answered. “What is it?” 

“I’ve found your tormentor.” 

She blinked. “Oh my god! Are you sure?” 

“Without a doubt,” Brock replied. "At first I have no definite name of a person, just IP addressed. He... she was using computers in cafes. But my friend at the FBI finally made a break by correlating the physical addresses of those IP addresses to find a common thread." He looked at her then grinned. "You know what I love about you? When I'm talking jargon, you're still listening."

She grinned, too. "At least you know now you're very near my limit. I can still understand IPs. So what happened?"

"They checked the addresses with residential addresses of people you and Gideon knew."  

Her breath caught. “They got a hit. Who is it?” she asked. 

“Does the name Emily Connor mean anything to you?”

She thought a minute. “Emily Connor? Yeah... that was the name of Gideon’s ex-girlfriend. Well, she wasn’t expecting to be an ex for long until Gideon met me. That's when she realized he wasn't going back to her and she was so bitter then. I remember some awful things she said to me when our engagement was announced. She's the one? My god, she could say mean things but I never realized she could actually do something like this."

"Well, she could, and did. She used to work as a police dispatcher and apparently she used a friend on the force to get those pictures of Gideon. The picture of you in the hospital had been taken personally by her. She claimed to be a relative visiting you one day and took several pictures. As for how she found out you were pregnant, that came from your medical records.” 

“Oh my god. She found out all about everything just by snooping?”

“It would seem so. We have to go to the police station and press charges, though. It’s not certain yet what will happen to her, but she won’t be causing you any further trouble.” 

“Oh, I’m so relieved! Thank you so much!” Portia threw herself into his arms, then kissed him. Since he kissed her back, that kind of got longer than necessary. Which always seemed to happen to them lately.

He was smiling wryly after several more kisses. “You’re quite welcome."

"And thank you to your detective friends, too. They helped."

"U-huh. You're not going to kiss them, too, are you?"

She laughed. "Just on their cheeks."

"Good," he said. "They might snatch you away from me if you do. Those kisses are just mine."

"U-hmm," she agreed as she kissed him again. "With the way you kiss you deserved it," she whispered, then laughed when he blushed. He took her into his arms. 

"Don’t worry about anything. I’m going to be right here," he said, holding her hand to his chest, his eyes telling her—promising her—more.

She smiled up at him, answering his look with a message of her own.