would have cemented the fact. The body let off scents when happy, distressed, scared and excited. It was a subtle change in the pheromones that were emitted in sweat, and if someone knew how to catch those subtle changes, they could gauge what a person was feeling without ever having to ask them. It was basic biology and chemical reactions, and something fighters in his field were trained in. It wasn’t just about beating the shit out of people, but also about watching body language and facial expressions. His training went deeper than just throwing punches.
“Are you okay?” Her voice shook a bit when she asked. Brock started the engine and turned to look at her after a suspended moment.
“I’m good, baby.” Reaching over and brushing a lock of her hair away he asked, “Are you okay? Did I scare the shit out of you?” She looked away, and he let his hand drop. She started playing with a loose string on her shirt. It was a nervous reaction, but completely understandable.
“No, you don’t scare me. The situation did, though.” That was understandable, too.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, but there was no other way around it. They wouldn’t have backed down, and there was no way in hell I was either.” He lifted his hand again and let his finger trail down her cheek. He loved that she sighed and closed her eyes at his touch. “I wasn’t going to let them have you. It’s scum like them that think they can take something from a woman without her permission.” When she looked up at him there was no judgment, and only understanding in her eyes.
“I know, and I am thankful you were there. I hate to think about what would have happened if you weren’t.”
Rage burned hotly inside of him when she spoke the words. He didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help the image of exactly what would have happened if she was alone. He faced forward again, his rage over the situation slamming into him. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white and gritted his teeth. Brock still needed to stay under control.
“Let’s go home, baby.” Now more than ever he needed to be with her, to touch her, kiss her, and have her warm wetness gripping him so he knew she was right there with him and safe. The possessiveness that he felt toward him was instantaneous, and should have freaked him the fuck out, but all he felt was a calm wave that moved through him. They headed home in silence. Tonight he would show Izzy that he wasn’t just a fighter, but her fighter.
****
As soon as they stepped through the door and it was closed behind them Brock took her in his arms and kissed her roughly. It wasn’t the sweet, gentle kind of kiss that had her slowly melting, but one that had her lighting up like a damn firework. What they were about to do wasn’t going to be sweet and thorough. He was going to fuck her, to prove that he wanted her, and that was fine with her. In fact, that was how she wanted it.
“Take a shower with me, baby,” he said between kisses.
Her pulse thundered in her ears, and every erogenous zone in her body was alive and pulsing with the need to feel this very masculine man over her. Even now as he trailed kisses over her jaw, and down her throat, Izzy could practically feel him thrusting in and out of her. There was no way she was going to say no to him, not when the very thought of their slick, wet bodies pressing together had her so damn horny she couldn’t think straight. Murmuring her approval of his idea, she broke the kiss and followed him down the hall and into the bathroom.
Once the water was on and steam started to billow around them, neither moved. The side of his head where the guy had sucker-punched him was starting to turn an ugly shade of purple, and she took a step forward and reached out. He captured her hand before she made contact with him, and brought her fingers to his mouth, kissing each individual one.
“I’m good, baby. It doesn’t hurt, so wipe that
“Are you okay?” Her voice shook a bit when she asked. Brock started the engine and turned to look at her after a suspended moment.
“I’m good, baby.” Reaching over and brushing a lock of her hair away he asked, “Are you okay? Did I scare the shit out of you?” She looked away, and he let his hand drop. She started playing with a loose string on her shirt. It was a nervous reaction, but completely understandable.
“No, you don’t scare me. The situation did, though.” That was understandable, too.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, but there was no other way around it. They wouldn’t have backed down, and there was no way in hell I was either.” He lifted his hand again and let his finger trail down her cheek. He loved that she sighed and closed her eyes at his touch. “I wasn’t going to let them have you. It’s scum like them that think they can take something from a woman without her permission.” When she looked up at him there was no judgment, and only understanding in her eyes.
“I know, and I am thankful you were there. I hate to think about what would have happened if you weren’t.”
Rage burned hotly inside of him when she spoke the words. He didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help the image of exactly what would have happened if she was alone. He faced forward again, his rage over the situation slamming into him. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white and gritted his teeth. Brock still needed to stay under control.
“Let’s go home, baby.” Now more than ever he needed to be with her, to touch her, kiss her, and have her warm wetness gripping him so he knew she was right there with him and safe. The possessiveness that he felt toward him was instantaneous, and should have freaked him the fuck out, but all he felt was a calm wave that moved through him. They headed home in silence. Tonight he would show Izzy that he wasn’t just a fighter, but her fighter.
****
As soon as they stepped through the door and it was closed behind them Brock took her in his arms and kissed her roughly. It wasn’t the sweet, gentle kind of kiss that had her slowly melting, but one that had her lighting up like a damn firework. What they were about to do wasn’t going to be sweet and thorough. He was going to fuck her, to prove that he wanted her, and that was fine with her. In fact, that was how she wanted it.
“Take a shower with me, baby,” he said between kisses.
Her pulse thundered in her ears, and every erogenous zone in her body was alive and pulsing with the need to feel this very masculine man over her. Even now as he trailed kisses over her jaw, and down her throat, Izzy could practically feel him thrusting in and out of her. There was no way she was going to say no to him, not when the very thought of their slick, wet bodies pressing together had her so damn horny she couldn’t think straight. Murmuring her approval of his idea, she broke the kiss and followed him down the hall and into the bathroom.
Once the water was on and steam started to billow around them, neither moved. The side of his head where the guy had sucker-punched him was starting to turn an ugly shade of purple, and she took a step forward and reached out. He captured her hand before she made contact with him, and brought her fingers to his mouth, kissing each individual one.
“I’m good, baby. It doesn’t hurt, so wipe that
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