Brock: An Insta Love Short Romance (Bolton Billionaire Brothers Book 4) Page 2

  “Let me take that for you.” Shaina’s voice wakes me from my thoughts. She points at my plate. When I look down, it’s empty. I don’t remember finishing.

  “No,” I say, taking her plate instead. “You cooked, I’ll clean.”

  “Oh Brock, come on.” The way she says my name sends every nerve in my body into overdrive. Her hand brushes mine as she takes the plates from me. A spark passes between us. When she looks up at me with those glowing green eyes, I see the rest of my life. Shaina and I on the lake, having dinner on the dock, taking the kids swimming.

  Whoa. Where the hell did that come from?

  “Fine.” I clear my throat and let her take the plates. “I’ll let you clean if that makes you feel better.”

  She flashes me a smile that stretches all the way up to her eyes. “It does.” She turns toward the sink and my eyes immediately flicker to her round ass, how the jean shorts fit her like a goddamn glove.

  “So,” she says casually over the hum of the faucet. “You live in this big old house all alone.” She looks down at Hawkeye who hasn’t left her side since she arrived. “Sorry, with Hawkeye, of course. Right on the lake, with I’m assuming multiple acres of land.”

  “Twenty-six.”

  “Wow.” Her voice comes out like a growl. “That’s more than I thought. Yet, you have no pictures of family, friends, or really any personal touches in the house that I can find.”

  “You went snooping?” My brow furrows.

  “Of course I did.” Shaina flicks water off her fingers. “I woke up early. In a strange man’s house. It’s only natural.” I run my tongue over my teeth, biting back the annoyance of having my privacy invaded, even if it is by an invited guest. “Don’t worry, I didn’t steal anything. It’s not my style.”

  “That’s not what I was—” I was going to say worried about, but I don’t get the chance.

  “Now, I’ve been around the block a time or two, Brock, and I know a lot of different types of people.” She rests her back against the bottom row of cabinets, crosses her arms across her full chest and cocks her head to the side, sizing me up. A sudden wave of discomfort grips my guts.

  “What are you saying, Shaina?” I try to keep the edge out of my voice. Being alone all day every day for the last five years--ignoring invitations, blocking my family’s calls—it’s made me not only self-reliant, but it’s kept me safe. I haven’t had to answer to anyone.

  “I’m saying,” she takes a step closer to me, gazing up into my eyes. My breath catches in my throat as a mix of desire and anticipation fill the space between us. “That I’m not the only one running from something.”

  4

  SHAINA

  Brock doesn’t respond. Instead, he stands there with his gigantic fists balled at his side. Yes, I’m being supremely forward for someone in need of help, but I believe I have a right to know what I’ve gotten myself into.

  The sexy stranger leaves my knees weak and my panties wet, and with every passing glance we share, it’s clear that something’s happening between us. An unspoken sexual tension that resonates in the air around us, causing my core to ache in a way it’s never known. I want Brock, and something tells me that he wants me too. But I have to know what the hell his deal is.

  “I’m not running.” He finally says. He looks amazing in his t-shirt and loose sweats, hair mussed from sleep. “This is just my life.”

  “What was your life like before this?”

  “I don’t really want to talk about it.” He mumbles, and heads out of the kitchen.

  I follow him closely. “I told you everything.”

  “You needed my help.”

  “Maybe you need mine.” This stops him dead in his tracks.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  I shrug. “I don’t believe in coincidences, Brock. There’s a reason you were there in that alley to help me. I also don’t believe that life’s a one way street. I’m here for a reason.”

  “You needed a place to stay.” His voice booms. Clearly, I’ve struck a nerve. I don’t back down. I’ve already seen the gentle giant behind those steely gray eyes, and I want to see more of him. I want to know what hurt him enough to hide out in a mansion in the middle of the mountains.

  “Thank you again for that. I can’t think of a more beautiful option.” I bat my eyelashes, half-kidding but still beyond impressed with his lair.

  “Cut the shit.”

  I clasp my hands in front of my chest. “Exactly!” I take a few steps toward him. He doesn’t move. “Wouldn’t it feel good to get whatever hurt you’ve got going on in that big, broad chest of yours out into the open?”

  Hawkeye pads through the space between us, his nails clicking against the hardwood. Brock turns to me, his mouth twisted. “My father was Harrison Bolton.”

  I scoff out a little laugh. He must be joking. When he doesn’t return my smile, I realize he’s not. “The Harrison Bolton?” Realization dawns on me. That kind of money would definitely explain the house, the private location, the kind of creature comforts that only the supremely rich can afford. “Holy cow. You’re Brock Bolton.”

  “That’s me.”

  “I read about your father’s death in the newspapers. Bolton Industries, Bolton Vineyards, Bolton Productions—”

  “My brothers.”

  My eyes stretch to his, open and vulnerable. It’s like he’s waiting for me to ask the question on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t dare. Something stops me. What about you?

  “Now you know.” He shrugs his massive shoulders.

  “Well, not quite.” I hold my finger in the air. “I know who you are, but I don’t know why you’re here.” I throw my arms to the side like one of the girls on The Price is Right.

  His eyes narrow as he brushes his thick hair away from his handsome face. “I’m trying to figure things out, and honestly, it’s easier to do that when I’m alone.”

  My mouth bobs open and closed at his sharp tone. “Like I said, I won’t be here long.”

  “That’s not what I meant, Shaina.” He takes a step toward me. “Everyone in my family has their shit figured out. Everyone except for me.”

  “Why do you have to have it all figured out?”

  Brock looks at me like I’ve sprouted a second head. “Because I’m a Bolton.” The muscle in his jaw twitches. He towers over me, so tough on the outside and gentle deep down inside. I want to caress his stubble lined jaw and tell him everything’s going to be okay, but I don’t dare. Maybe I’ve gotten too familiar too fast, but something about this situation feels fated.

  “You don’t understand.” Brock’s shoulders square. “And I don’t fault you for it. In my family, there is little to no room for failure.”

  “I hope you’re not talking about yourself, Brock.” Now I step toward him. “That’s crazy. Because you’re not a failure. You are my fucking hero.” I can’t believe the words come out of my mouth. I’m normally not this forward but something about Brock puts me at ease and makes me feel like I’ve known him all my life.

  He slowly raises his gaze to meet mine. He clenches his jaw, fists balled at his sides. “I couldn’t let him hurt you.” My body shivers with desire. If only he’d take one more step forward, make the first move. I’d let him have me. I’d let him have me until he grew sick of me, then I’d let him have me some more.

  “That makes you a hero.” My breath comes out as a whisper, so soft that I’m not sure I said the words at all. The air thickens between us. Neither of us speaks. The sound of my heart echoes in my ears.

  Finally, Brock breaks the silence. “I’m going to take a shower.”

  I nearly do a double take. “Um, okay.”

  I’m thrown. Those were the last words I was expecting him to say. I thought he’d wrap me up in those muscular arms and have his way with me. Instead, he heads straight up the stairs leaving me in the living room all by myself.

  It hurts my heart to see someone so big, strong and valiant unable to see himself as I do. Not only is he drop dead gorgeous and built like a warrior, but he’s wounded.

  Hawkeye bounds over to me, head butting my open palm until I scratch his floppy ears. “I know, boy. He’s a tough nut to crack. But I’m not done with your daddy.” I lick my lips, knowing exactly what needs to be done. “I’m not even close.”

  5

  BROCK

  Shaina’s pushed my buttons like no one I’ve ever met. I know she didn’t mean to, but our conversation’s left me tense and slightly wound up. The beating stream of water bounces off of my body. It’s pressure revitalizes me, clears my head. I couldn’t let that jerk get away with hurting her, and not one ounce of me regrets it, but I didn’t know she’d reach into my heart and see me for who I am. After holing up for this long, content being alone, it’s like a shock to my system.

  I’m so lost in thought that I jump to attention when I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

  “Brock?” My heart pounds against my ribs. The door opens without permission. Not that I’m upset about it.

  “Yeah,” I say, letting her know it’s okay to come in.

  Shaina’s steps into the room. From behind the foggy glass door, I can see her silhouette. “I just wanted to apologize,” she says. “If I hurt your feelings.”

  “You didn’t.” It’s not a lie. My feelings aren’t hurt. “I just hate talking about my family. They’re no longer in my life. They’re in my past and I’d like to leave them there.”

  “But it’s not in the past if you still feel like this about them.” She moves closer into the room, sitting on the edge of the nearby jetted tub, still out of view.

  “What are you a shrink?” I tease, an attempt to distract myself from the aching length growing between my legs.

  “Yeah. That’ll be ten thousand dollars.”

  Before I can stop it, a tiny laugh escapes my mouth. The woman’s witty, I’ll give her that. “I’ll write you a check.” The drain gurgles at my feet, water rushing down in a whirlpool. Neither of us speak, but I can barely take the tension, especially when I’m this hard…and this naked. “Is that all you needed to say?”

  “No.” She draws the word out. I imagine her sweet lips forming a perfect little o-shape, and I have to resist the urge to stroke myself. “There is something else.” When she rises from her seat, every muscle in my body tenses with anticipation. She keeps a bit of distance, remaining hidden by the swirling design on the glass door, but I can see enough of her to know what she’s doing.

  Shaina slowly unbuttons my shirt, letting it fall to the ground near her feet, then reaches around to unclasp her bra.

  “Wait.” I pop my head out from behind the shower door. Her billowing cleavage bulges out from the top of her bra. I grit my teeth, already on the brink of coming all over the place.

  “Oh God.” She winces, mistaking my tone for anger. “I’m sorry, I thought—”

  “Were you planning on joining me, Shaina?”

  She lunges for my shirt on the ground near her feet. “No…yes…I feel ridiculous.”

  “Don’t.” I growl. “Don’t you touch that shirt, and don’t be embarrassed.” Her doe eyes refuse to meet mine as her fleshy cheeks flush an adorable shade of crimson. I step into full view, her eyes widen at how goddamn hard I am. “I’ve been dreaming about seeing that gorgeous body of yours since the moment I saw you. I want this too, baby. I want you. But I want it all, and that includes enjoying every moment of watching you undress.” I grab my length, and give it a quick stroke to relieve the tension.

  The tiny bit of hurt and embarrassment behind her eyes melts away. In its place, something fiery and carnal appears. Shaina licks her lips, and flutters her dark eyelashes. Her fingers reach around her back once more, unhooking her lacy bra. She wiggles free from its restraint, then throws it to the side. I groan in delight as her full breasts bounce against her rib cage.

  “Dear Lord, you’re going to give me a heart attack you’re so fucking beautiful.” She brushes her dark hair away from her face and flashes me a smile, her rosy pink nipples stiffening even in the heated room. “Get out of those shorts.”

  Shaina does as she’s told, sliding her shorts and panties over the full curves of her soft, smooth hips. My eyes drink her in, stopping once I’ve reached the light dusting of hair between her legs. “Get in here.”

  With her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, Shaina steps into the shower. I accommodate, making room for her as the hot water kisses every inch of her naked body. My mouth crashes down on hers, parting her lips with my tongue. Her breasts press against my chest as I reach around and slide my palms over her full, round ass. She grinds into me, nothing but the stream of water between us.

  I take one of her diamond peaks into my mouth, nipping and sucking at it until she moans with pleasure. That’s all I want to do, give her pleasure.

  “Easy,” she says, breathless. I pull back, unable to contain myself.

  “Sorry, baby.” I say, easing off. This walking fantasy of a woman come to life in my shower has me worked up like I’ve never been. “It’s been a long time for me, and you’re just so goddamn perfect.” My eyes flicker up and down her body, the water bouncing off of all the right places. “I’ll be gentle.”

  “Not too gentle.” She says, kissing a trail from my neck down in between my pecs. “But it’s been a minute for me, too.” Her laugh sends my heart into a flutter. “Probably not as long as you, Mr. Reclusive Mountain Man.”

  I think of how long it’s been, and can’t even recall. “Probably not.”

  Her amber eyes glow. With her hair pushed back, she’s even more beautiful when I can see all of her face. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asks.

  “Right now, Shaina, you could tell me anything.”

  She twists her mouth sideways, suppressing a smile as her fingers trail down my abdomen. “I kind of hate taking showers.” She leans in closer, again pressing herself against my bare length. “I’ve never been a fan of water in my face.” Looking vulnerable and cuter than anything I could imagine, she rubs her eyes with the palms of her hands.

  I let out a laugh and turn off the faucet. “I would’ve gotten out for you.” I start to step out of the shower, but she catches my arm.

  “Aren’t you going to help me out?” She asks, a devilish grin plastered across her face.

  I reach for her hand and she steps out of the shower, immediately latching onto my mouth. It occurs to me that this is the most comfortable I’ve been in years, and again I can’t help but imagine what it’d be like to wake up to this every day with her.

  Shaina Gold may have appeared a damsel in distress, but she won’t be leaving as anything other than mine. As long as she’s with me, she’ll be protected for the rest of her life.

  6

  SHAINA

  When you know something’s right, you don’t overthink it. It’s how I felt when I bought the medicine for my mother, and it’s how I feel right now as Brock’s rock hard body presses up against mine. His hands explore my exposed flesh. At first I feel a little self-conscious but it soon washes away. Something’s happening between us, something more than just common physical attraction. It’s like I’ve known him forever, and I won’t feel bad for acting on my feelings and desires.

  “Did you say something?” He moans into my mouth, as we kiss our way into the next room. Shit. There I go thinking out loud.

  “Maybe?” Why lie?

  “Don’t worry, baby. I have something.” He plants a gentle kiss on my nose, which is way sexier than it should be considering what we’ve been up to thus far, and takes my hand. He leads me to a gigantic bedroom with floor to ceiling windows overlooking a gorgeous lake. I don’t know why I’m surprised at this point. Brock Bolton is perfect...well, perfect for me.

  He spins me around to face him, his mouth working its way down my stomach. He grips my ass as his tongue parts my lips. My eyes roll back in my head as my sharp inhale fills the room. “You taste amazing, baby.” He says, licking me everywhere. I take a fistful of his dark blond hair between my fingers, biting my lip and trying not to squeal as he sucks my tiny bundle of nerves like it’s an Olympic sport. He slides one finger in and I’m a goner. My knees go weak as he plunges deeper and deeper, twisting his knuckle just right to find my spot. He taps upward, finger working hard and fast as he sucks my nub.

  A thunderous wave of pleasure washes over me. My body reaches the brink. I rise to my tip-toes as the familiar twitch builds in my stomach, and in an instant I’m coming all over Brock’s face. He loves it, his pace unrelenting.

  “Oh my God.” I say in full voice. “I’m coming so hard. Stop. Stop.” My voice fades to a whisper. “Stop.” Breathless, I pull Brock up from his knees until he once again towers over me. My body aches with excitement as I grab him by the shoulders and jump up on him.

  He kisses me deep and I love the taste of myself on him. “You are so fucking good at that.” I say in between kisses.

  “Only for you, Shaina. I love how amazing you taste. It’s like you were meant just for me.”

  “Get that fucking condom,” I growl.

  Brock lets out a full-on belly laugh. His smile lights up the room, and I can’t help but join in. Even though this is crazy. Even though we just met, and under some seriously strange circumstances to boot, I know somewhere deep inside that all of this is happening exactly as it’s supposed to.

  “You’re going to have to stop kissing me.” He gently pulls me away. “If you want me to get it.”

  I don’t let up. “Do I have to?”

  “I’ll be right back.” He teases, gently tossing me onto the bed. I brush my wet hair from my face and watch the gigantic man head over to his nightstand. I can’t believe this is happening. For the last few years, I haven’t been able to catch a break to save my life. Now, it feels like anything’s possible. That’s the effect Brock has on me.