Page 8 of Going the Distance

“Deep, I need it deep.”

I stood up and pulled her with me, turning her around and guiding her chest down to the back of the couch. I stood behind her, leaning over to kiss my way over each of her gorgeous ass cheeks, loving the way she shuddered and shook under my touch. I was around the same height as she was, and that meant I could fuck her standing without having to hunch down. God, she really was perfect. “Are you on the pill?” I was so ready to sink into her that I had to ask before my brain forgot how babies were made.

She shook her head. “The hormones were messing with my recovery in the gym.”

I ran my hand down her spine. “I’ve got condoms in my bedroom. Don’t you dare move a muscle.”

I got what I needed and suited up in record time, returning to find Dani exactly where I’d left her. God, the sight alone made me want to come. The round muscles of her ass, her thick thighs. I was a lucky man, and I wasn’t going to wait any longer. I moved behind her, taking my dick in my hand and running it up and down her wet folds before sliding the tip inside. I paused for a moment as sensation ran up my spine. The lead-up to this had been so long in the making that I should have gotten myself off before she got here. “Ready for more?”

“I want all of you.”

If she wanted deep, that was what she would get, I gripped her hips in my hands and slid home. Every muscle in my body was tensed as I worked in and out, faster and deeper each time. I moved one hand around to tease her nipples, and within a few strokes, she was clamping down around my dick. A little flash of victory shot through my chest as I listened to her moan. Her thinking she couldn’t get off and me making it happen had my ego and a certain part of my anatomy swelling. Guys who slept with a different woman every weekend always acted like they were king shit, but this was what a real man did. Find the rightwoman, then learn to play her body like a fucking fiddle. I lasted all of three seconds after she finished. Even that was a Herculean feat. I’d been waiting for this moment since I was in high school, and it didn’t disappoint.

Chapter 11

Dani

There was a feeling of exhausted satisfaction I got after a kick-ass workout. Every muscle ached in a way that made me know I’d accomplished something. That I was moving in the right direction. That was the feeling I had as I lay next to Brock in his bed after having just been bent over his couch. Sarg was curled around my feet, my head was on Brock’s shoulder, and my chest felt light. Even with the secrecy of our relationship weighing on me, as I was sure it was weighing on him, I was having a hard time popping my little bliss bubble. My body was warm and comfortable, my vagina was satisfied, and my heart was hopeful for the future.

I couldn’t expect this feeling to last outside of this moment, so I was going to enjoy it. I closed my eyes, surrounded by the smell of his skin. Teenage me had imagined this moment a million times, but I didn’t know if I ever thought it would really happen. Every guy I knew always reminded me how I was too tall or too flat. If the average guy wasn’t interested, what chance did I have with the one I really wanted? Brock had been popular even back in the day. He was tall and broad. He had lots of friends and played on the soccer team. His confession that all the time I was noticing him, he was noticing me back was surprising. The fact that dozens of girls would have happily gone out withhim, but he had his eyes on me was more than I could have hoped for.

Sarg rolled over so his belly was up, and I smirked at him. “When did you get him anyway?”

“Last Halloween.” He ran his fingers lazily over my upper arm. “There was a fight in the alley behind that country bar on Fifth Street. After we’d cuffed the guys, Sarg appeared from behind a dumpster. Black cats have it rough on Halloween, but I figured orange cats wouldn’t fare much better, so I brought him back here until the shelter opened the next morning. Never ended up taking him to the shelter.”

“That’s adorable.” I snuggled further into his chest. He rescued a street cat. I will never be able to guard my heart from being all in with this man. How could I? We’d both been secretly pining for the other since before we could drive. With every year that had gone by, he had acquired more characteristics that I admired, culminating in saving a freaking cat. I was sunk. It was too early to put the word love on it. Or maybe it wasn’t. Either way, it was Brock or bust. I’d just have to figure out how to get Josh to understand.

He pulled me tighter. “It isn’t adorable, it is very manly. Weren’t Vikings all about cats? Rescuing Sarg was a very brave Viking thing for me to do.”

I snorted. “I still think it’s adorable. But it also makes me want to ride your dick right now. Does that make up for it?”

He tapped his chin with his finger, pretending to contemplate it for a moment, before grabbing me by the hips and hauling me onto his lap. I had a feeling this was going to become my happy place. I couldn’t have ice cream until after the fight, but I could have him, and that tasted just as sweet.

His phone chimed on the nightstand. He ignored it in favor of bringing his lips to my neck, but I saw my brother’s nameflash across the screen. “It’s Josh; you should probably check that.”

“Cockblocking son of a…” He picked up the phone. “Hey, man, what’s up?” I couldn’t hear what Josh was saying but from the way Brock’s face fell, my stomach tightened. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He hung up the phone. “Let’s go.”

I waited until we were in Brock’s truck and on the road before I asked where we were going. He ran a hand through his short hair. “Josh was injecting someone who was overdosing with naloxone, and he ended up kneeling on a used needle.”

My mouth dropped open.

“He’s okay.” He hurried on before I could pepper him with questions. “He has to take antibiotics and do some blood work to make sure he didn’t get anything from it. He just needs a lift home from the hospital.”

“Shit.” I took a deep breath. Loving someone in his line of work meant always worrying about something happening. I glanced at Brock as he shoulder-checked and switched lanes. I knew he was going crazy on desk duty. The only thing that helped me sleep at night was knowing Josh and Brock had each other’s back. So long as my relationship with Brock didn’t ruin that.

Chapter 12

Brock

Holy shit.

I walked into Malice MMA a half hour early for my training session, hoping to spend some time with Dani. I didn’t realize she would be training right now. She had her long hair wrapped into a tight braid down her back. Although it never sat still long enough to lay flat. She was practicing her technique with Nate. He had pads that looked like baseball gloves on his hands, and she was striking them so fast my eyes could barely track it.

Her face was shiny with sweat, her little black shorts had ridden up to the crux of her thighs and there was a look of pure determination on her face. She was focused, every muscle working in unison, every strike so precise and fluid I couldn’t look away. I leaned against the wall and watched. Fucking hell, she was something else. I couldn’t have dropped the smile from my face if I’d wanted to. This woman was willing to bleed and sweat and suffer to get what she wanted and for some reason one of the things she wanted was me. I was a lucky bastard.

Without warning, she planted one of her feet sideways and pulled back with a roundhouse kick, stopping the motion with her foot just an inch off Nate’s cheek. The muscles in her legs stood out even with her pale skin, each one flowing into the nextlike water. She was a fucking work of art, and I still couldn’t believe she was mine.

“Alright, I get it, that’s enough for today,” Nate said, shoving her foot aside. She danced back on her toes, shaking her arms out, then grabbed a towel and wiped herself down.

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