Wild Man
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You know what you feel when you sit with me like you’re sittin’ right now. You know what you felt when you were watchin’ me move inside you after I made you come. And you know how you felt in your f**kin’ kitchen six f**kin’ hours ago. She does not know any of that shit.”
“I haven’t been exactly good at picking men,” I pointed out then instantly wished I hadn’t.
In fact, I wished I had the power to grab my words and shove them back in my mouth when his hand got tight at my neck, his eyes got hard and glittering and the extreme voltage of his anger started snapping in the room.
“I am not Heller,” he growled.
“I know,” I whispered, my hands moving to rest on his chest.
His eyes seared into mine, his were molten and not in a good way.
“Okay,” I said softly. “You’re not Damian but right now, I have to admit, you’re freaking me out.”
“Yeah?” he shot back. “Well you just linked me to a man who supplied Denver for years with shit that f**ked a lot of people’s lives and the lives those people’s shit f**ked in turn and who also took his hands to and raped my woman. Sorry I’m freakin’ you out, babe, but you gotta get that doesn’t make me too happy.”
God, for years, no one knew about what happened to me and now…
Now it was right in my face and it was Brock who kept putting it there.
I closed my eyes and twisted my head away.
Brock kept speaking.
“I know why you aren’t lookin’ at me, Tess, but that shit happened to you. You gotta face it and, for this shit to work between us, one of the people you gotta face it with is me,” he declared, I opened my eyes and turned them back to him.
“So, you’re a law enforcement officer and Denver’s resident sage on how to deal with being raped? Is this what I’m learning about you now?” I asked sarcastically, finding myself no longer hesitant, cautious and unsure but totally pissed off.
“Yeah, since my sister and a girlfriend of mine both got raped, both of them were bad as that shit always is but only one of them was by someone they thought they could trust, I think I know something about it,” he fired back and I blinked in shock as this unwelcome but somehow crucial knowledge filtered through me.
Then I whispered, “Sorry?”
He didn’t repeat himself. Instead he shared, “My sister got help, she talked about it, she faced it, she dealt with it. Now she’s married and has three kids. Her life’s a f**kin’ mess but it’s a mess of the grape jelly smears on her car upholstery variety. My old girlfriend didn’t get help, she didn’t talk about it, she buried it deep and her life went right down the toilet. He took what he took from her but, babe, with her not fightin’, she gave him the rest.”
Oh man.
“Brock –”
He cut me off to announce, “Straight up, baby, I wanna explore this with you. I liked what we had, I f**kin’ missed it when it was gone, I want that back and I wanna know how it feels to have it not havin’ my job comin’ between us. This is why I’m here. You want that too, we have to have this conversation. Because I’m in your bed, you’re in mine, I’m in your life, you’re in mine, that motherfucker isn’t going to be there too. You get what I’m sayin’?”
I got what he was saying.
And I also liked that he wanted to explore this with me with everything clear between us and that he missed me when I was gone. I liked it a lot, a whole bunch because for three months I felt the same exact way.
“I’ve moved on,” I assured him and just like that, the snap of angry electricity left the air and the sweet, steady hum of his humor hit it.
“Right, my sweet, sexy, totally clueless Tess with her glasses and thick f**kin’ hair and great f**kin’ rack who can bake a cake most men would trade their balls for and who looks at you like you’re the only motherfuckin’ guy on earth goes six years without a f**kin’ date when half the guys at your bakery probably come onto you and you have no f**kin’ idea, that Tess has moved on. I see this. Totally. We’re obviously good.”
Okay, there was a lot there that I liked.
A lot.
But there was some of it I didn’t like.
At all.
Therefore, I snapped, “I’m not clueless,” and pulled back on his hand at my neck which only served to make it tense and bring me closer.
“Tess, darlin’, of all the men who walk into your bakery or come in contact with you through your life, the last one you should take one look at, he smiles at you and asks if you wanna get a beer, you should never have said yes to.”
“That’s you,” I informed him acidly.
He grinned. “I know. I’m the only person lucky you’re totally clueless.”
Contradictorily, I felt all warm and gushy inside from his earlier Brock-like compliments at the same time I was totally pissed and the totally pissed won out so I pushed against his chest with my hands while announcing, “I’ve decided I want a beer. Let me up.”
He ignored my mood and I knew this when his hand with his beer wrapped around my back and he brought me even closer.
“I’m also lucky my girl had a craving to take a walk on the wild side,” he muttered, his quicksilver eyes dropping to my mouth.
Mm. I knew what that meant.
I also knew that for three months, one of the things I seriously missed was making out with him.
And, last, I knew at that moment I was not prepared to go there.
“Brock,” I hissed and again pushed.
He ignored my push, his eyes lifted to mine and he whispered, “I can’t make any promises about where this is gonna go but what I can do is give you me, keep you safe while you walk on the wild side and work my ass off to do what I can so this never goes bad for you.”
His quiet words made me stop pushing, they also made that warm gushiness warmer and gushier and I stared at him.
Brock kept talking. “That’s all I got to give, babe, but I’ll also tell you the only thing I’ll take is what you’re willing to give back except you need to give me what that ass**le left in you so you don’t have to carry it around anymore.”
Oh God.
Oh God.
Okay, maybe he did know a little something about women who’d been violated.
I felt my body ease in his hold but still, I told him honestly, “I don’t think I can give you that.”
“Yes you can, Tess,” he replied softly. “He cut you deep and that kinda cut leaves an ugly scar but my girl hasn’t drifted clueless and without a man for six years because of a scar. I didn’t get it because you didn’t talk about him when we were together but I get it now. My girl’s done that because he left something ugly with you and you have to unload it, Tess. You have to let it go so you can see me right now the way I really am and how I am with you. You have to let it go so when you let me in and, baby,” his hand squeezed my neck, “when I say that, I mean when you let me in, the only thing you feel is me moving inside you and the only thing you see is me likin’ right where I am.”
“I haven’t been exactly good at picking men,” I pointed out then instantly wished I hadn’t.
In fact, I wished I had the power to grab my words and shove them back in my mouth when his hand got tight at my neck, his eyes got hard and glittering and the extreme voltage of his anger started snapping in the room.
“I am not Heller,” he growled.
“I know,” I whispered, my hands moving to rest on his chest.
His eyes seared into mine, his were molten and not in a good way.
“Okay,” I said softly. “You’re not Damian but right now, I have to admit, you’re freaking me out.”
“Yeah?” he shot back. “Well you just linked me to a man who supplied Denver for years with shit that f**ked a lot of people’s lives and the lives those people’s shit f**ked in turn and who also took his hands to and raped my woman. Sorry I’m freakin’ you out, babe, but you gotta get that doesn’t make me too happy.”
God, for years, no one knew about what happened to me and now…
Now it was right in my face and it was Brock who kept putting it there.
I closed my eyes and twisted my head away.
Brock kept speaking.
“I know why you aren’t lookin’ at me, Tess, but that shit happened to you. You gotta face it and, for this shit to work between us, one of the people you gotta face it with is me,” he declared, I opened my eyes and turned them back to him.
“So, you’re a law enforcement officer and Denver’s resident sage on how to deal with being raped? Is this what I’m learning about you now?” I asked sarcastically, finding myself no longer hesitant, cautious and unsure but totally pissed off.
“Yeah, since my sister and a girlfriend of mine both got raped, both of them were bad as that shit always is but only one of them was by someone they thought they could trust, I think I know something about it,” he fired back and I blinked in shock as this unwelcome but somehow crucial knowledge filtered through me.
Then I whispered, “Sorry?”
He didn’t repeat himself. Instead he shared, “My sister got help, she talked about it, she faced it, she dealt with it. Now she’s married and has three kids. Her life’s a f**kin’ mess but it’s a mess of the grape jelly smears on her car upholstery variety. My old girlfriend didn’t get help, she didn’t talk about it, she buried it deep and her life went right down the toilet. He took what he took from her but, babe, with her not fightin’, she gave him the rest.”
Oh man.
“Brock –”
He cut me off to announce, “Straight up, baby, I wanna explore this with you. I liked what we had, I f**kin’ missed it when it was gone, I want that back and I wanna know how it feels to have it not havin’ my job comin’ between us. This is why I’m here. You want that too, we have to have this conversation. Because I’m in your bed, you’re in mine, I’m in your life, you’re in mine, that motherfucker isn’t going to be there too. You get what I’m sayin’?”
I got what he was saying.
And I also liked that he wanted to explore this with me with everything clear between us and that he missed me when I was gone. I liked it a lot, a whole bunch because for three months I felt the same exact way.
“I’ve moved on,” I assured him and just like that, the snap of angry electricity left the air and the sweet, steady hum of his humor hit it.
“Right, my sweet, sexy, totally clueless Tess with her glasses and thick f**kin’ hair and great f**kin’ rack who can bake a cake most men would trade their balls for and who looks at you like you’re the only motherfuckin’ guy on earth goes six years without a f**kin’ date when half the guys at your bakery probably come onto you and you have no f**kin’ idea, that Tess has moved on. I see this. Totally. We’re obviously good.”
Okay, there was a lot there that I liked.
A lot.
But there was some of it I didn’t like.
At all.
Therefore, I snapped, “I’m not clueless,” and pulled back on his hand at my neck which only served to make it tense and bring me closer.
“Tess, darlin’, of all the men who walk into your bakery or come in contact with you through your life, the last one you should take one look at, he smiles at you and asks if you wanna get a beer, you should never have said yes to.”
“That’s you,” I informed him acidly.
He grinned. “I know. I’m the only person lucky you’re totally clueless.”
Contradictorily, I felt all warm and gushy inside from his earlier Brock-like compliments at the same time I was totally pissed and the totally pissed won out so I pushed against his chest with my hands while announcing, “I’ve decided I want a beer. Let me up.”
He ignored my mood and I knew this when his hand with his beer wrapped around my back and he brought me even closer.
“I’m also lucky my girl had a craving to take a walk on the wild side,” he muttered, his quicksilver eyes dropping to my mouth.
Mm. I knew what that meant.
I also knew that for three months, one of the things I seriously missed was making out with him.
And, last, I knew at that moment I was not prepared to go there.
“Brock,” I hissed and again pushed.
He ignored my push, his eyes lifted to mine and he whispered, “I can’t make any promises about where this is gonna go but what I can do is give you me, keep you safe while you walk on the wild side and work my ass off to do what I can so this never goes bad for you.”
His quiet words made me stop pushing, they also made that warm gushiness warmer and gushier and I stared at him.
Brock kept talking. “That’s all I got to give, babe, but I’ll also tell you the only thing I’ll take is what you’re willing to give back except you need to give me what that ass**le left in you so you don’t have to carry it around anymore.”
Oh God.
Oh God.
Okay, maybe he did know a little something about women who’d been violated.
I felt my body ease in his hold but still, I told him honestly, “I don’t think I can give you that.”
“Yes you can, Tess,” he replied softly. “He cut you deep and that kinda cut leaves an ugly scar but my girl hasn’t drifted clueless and without a man for six years because of a scar. I didn’t get it because you didn’t talk about him when we were together but I get it now. My girl’s done that because he left something ugly with you and you have to unload it, Tess. You have to let it go so you can see me right now the way I really am and how I am with you. You have to let it go so when you let me in and, baby,” his hand squeezed my neck, “when I say that, I mean when you let me in, the only thing you feel is me moving inside you and the only thing you see is me likin’ right where I am.”
