Page 12 of Somebody To Love

“We’re definitely going to have to do that again. Call me.”

And with that he walked away and I stared after him. The bar was still empty, but I felt super self-conscious suddenly. I had just made out with a stranger and maybe years ago, I wouldn’t have cared, but as an adult I was slightly embarrassed.

In that moment, I couldn’t tell which emotion felt stronger, my embarrassment or my lust. It didn’t matter, because at least I was officially over Jerry. I laughed to myself, that had only taken about a week.

“You seem happy,” were Meredith’s first words to me when I went to go pick her up from the kids’ club.

“So do you,” I said to her and it was true. She looked exhilarated when I found her climbing down the rock wall.

“The rock wall was awesome,” she admitted. “I can’t wait to do it again. Can I go to kid’s club tomorrow? Pleaseeeeeee… and you can go out on a date with Brock again.” She twisted from side to side, barely able to contain herself.

“Fine,” I said with a long-suffering sigh, as if it was such a big sacrifice to agree to go out with the world’s hottest man again. “Since you’re twisting my arm, fine.”

We picked up dinner and headed back to our room. When Meredith was finally asleep on the sofa bed, I couldn’t help but wonder to myself if I was making yet the same mistake again. How well did I know Brock? But then I told myself that I was being silly. Not every guy was a douchebag. Right? Just all the guys I liked. With that in mind, I fell into a restless sleep.

Brock sat across from me in the large dining room, handsome in a blue button-down shirt. His hair was slicked back and he had let a little bit of his beard grow in. It was our third and final day at the resort and I wondered what would happen after I left.

Would he keep in touch? Would we both just go our separate ways?

I didn’t want to be presumptuous. What if he wasn’t interested in anything more than a fling? Not that we had had a fling. Besides a few heated kisses, nothing had really happened between us. Maybe that would change tonight, I thought to myself, eyeing him from underneath my eyelashes.

Feeling naughty, I wiggled my foot out of one shoe and traced my foot up his leg.

He jumped, startled, and I let out a bark of laughter. “You okay over there?”

“You know what you did.”

I smiled innocently. Feeling bold, I said, “Why don’t we go back to your room? My niece will be at the kids’ club for another hour.”

“I’ve been dying to hear those words.” He stood up and offered his hand to me. I took it and he tossed a few twenties out of his wallet onto the table.

He held my hand as he escorted me to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he backed me up against the wall of the elevator door and I let his hands go up my skirt. He didn’t waste any time as his hands slid under my panties and grabbed my behind. He squeezed my ass and then brought his mouth down on mine, kissing me hard as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He pressed his sex against the heat between my legs and I rotated my hips, rubbing against it, wanting to feel him pressed against me. I felt like every encounter we had up until this moment had been foreplay. I was done with foreplay. I wanted the real thing.

The elevator began to slow, marking our impending arrival, and he groaned in disappointment, quickly let me go and we sprung apart at the last minute as a passenger climbed on.

“Good evening,” the older woman said as she entered. She stood in front of us facing the elevator door.

I grunted a hello and tried not to gasp when I felt Brock’s hand making its way back up my skirt. I hit at his hand and admonished him in a whisper.

He gave me a boyish grin and pinched my ass. I tried to swallow my squeal, but apparently the other passenger heard me and turned quickly in our direction. I tried to look innocent, while Brock said, “Must have been the elevator. It’s old, you know. It squeaks sometimes.”

“Hmmm,” was all the older woman said as she turned away from us, expressionless. I shot Brock a glare and he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. That served to shut me up immediately.

Finally, the elevator stopped again and the woman got off and surprised me as she turned around and said, “Have fun you two.”

I blushed and Brock chuckled. As the elevator doors closed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him. “Now, where were we—?” he said as he began kissing my collar bone, as his hand found its way to one of my breasts.

Gasping, I slapped at his hand and hissed, “Not in the elevator. There are cameras. Behave yourself.”

“You didn’t ask me to behave myself earlier,” he said as he kissed my ear and I shuddered. This time when the elevator doors opened, I was in too much of a sexual daze to notice. It wasn’t until Brock was pulling at my hand and leading me out that I even realized we were out of the elevator.

He led me to his room, opened the door quickly and didn’t bother to turn the lights on as we tore at each other’s clothes.

His kissed my nipples without removing my dress, making me moan as his warm mouth moved over the material. I could only imagine how his lips would feel on my nipples without my clothing. I pulled at his pants, trying to undo his zipper, while he tried to unzip my dress.

And just like that we lost our balance and tumbled onto his bed. I landed on top of him and became the aggressor, kissing him, while trying to tug his pants down, and that’s when my phone rang.