Page 30 of Consequences

Brock

“Who the fuck are you?” Brock mumbles as he stares at his computer screen.

He sits in just his sweatpants in his home office. For the first time in a long time, Summer and Brock had an entire night to themselves while their daughter stayed at a friend’s house.

Biting down on his lip, he remembers how Summer stepped into his office last night wearing nothing but a sheer black nightie, giving him a full view of everything she has to offer. A memory that has him suddenly uncomfortable and no longer focusing on the screen in front of him as his program tries to identify the mystery man.

His wife is the daughter of Sebastian Griffin, and their family founded Griffin’s Beach. She’s always been sophisticated.Demureas the kids say these days. Classy, poised, and polished. But the moment Summer Bradshaw steps into the bedroom, she turns into a completely different woman.

Swearing like a sailor, she takes exactly what she wants. There’s almost no limit to what she’s willing to try. Anything and everything in bed, they’ve tried. Things Brock will never, ever admit to his brothers, but when Summer makes a request, he’d be remiss to turn her down.

She’s still sleeping, and he considers waking her up as he remembers how she rode his face last night. Knowing she lays naked under the covers has him fully hard now, and he smiles knowing she’s always ready and willing in the morning. Which works best for them considering their daughter has developed night terrors and doesn’t always make it through the night without one.

As much as Brock wants to run into the bedroom and fuck his wife, he already put his work off. He still needs to identify the man who wants to harm Shannon. It’s humiliating how long it’s taking, and he only found the footage with a clear enough shot of the man’s face in the hotel restaurant a few days ago.

“I know for a fact you are not Kiefer Sutherland, you entitled fuck, but who are you?” he mutters.

“There you are,” Summer says, and he turns in his chair to look at her, his erection pitching a tent in his sweatpants.

Even after a night of thorough fucking, she looks perfect. Not a hair out of place, and he imagines cartoon birds helping primp her before she rouses from a restful sleep.

“Hey, baby,” he says, accepting the kiss and fresh coffee she hands him before smirking at his obvious arousal. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“More satisfied than I have in a long while. We rarely have the opportunity to keep each other awake all night. I forgot how much I missed my husband.”

Pulling her into his lap, he kisses her properly and rubs her face with his thumb. “We’ll work on making it a more regular thing.”

“Do you really have to work right now?” she whispers before biting his bottom lip.

Her cleavage pushes against him as she rubs her pelvis against him as she straddles him. He groans and closes his eyes. “I still can’t identify the asshole who beat up Shannon.”

Despite needing to get back to work, he lowers his face to suck on Summer’s nipple through the thin fabric of her robe. “What if it’s quick?” she asks between pants.

“Baby, it’s never quick with us. Not unless we have a hard stop time, and even then, we’re usually late.”

She reaches between them and frees him from his sweatpants to stroke him. “Pretty please? I’m so ready that it won’t take long to get off. And I need you.”

He knows what she really wants, and it’s not simply an orgasm. They had the discussion last night he’d been expecting for a while now. She wants another baby.

With things finally looking to be settling down with the club, Brock has no reason to hold back. Not that he really wants to. He did have to admit his biggest fear is something happening to Summer or Marie, and another baby adds to that fear. She promised to help make sure nothing happens to them.

“Fast,” he murmurs and picks her up off the chair to set her on the ground.

The room has multiple desks, most with monitors and equipment to help him do what he does best, but he has one surface meant for paperwork. Nothing else sits on it, and it’s currently empty.

Summer moves to it without Brock having to say a word, and she drops her robe to the ground before bending over to rest her chest on the cool surface with her ass in the air. It’s so delicious, he almost changes his mind about this being fast.

Yanking his sweatpants down, he moves and eases into her, loving her little moan as he fills her. Her scent is beyond intoxicating, and he’s suspects he won’t last too long.

“Stop with the tender strokes,” she says and reaches back behind her. “Fuck me, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He takes her hands and uses them almost like reins on a horse as he pounds into her.

His pace becomes almost desperate, and she bucks back against him to help take him as deep as physically possible. Her fingers wrap around his wrists, and she claws into him slightly.

“Fuck,” Summer mutters as her back arches. Her pussy clenches around his cock, and she cries out, her body off of the desk. “Oh God, yes!”

Knowing she’s sated means he can finally find his own release, and he explodes, his body jerking as he comes hard inside her. The orgasm hits so quickly and intensely that he can’t even formulate a word. All he can make is sounds.

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