Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian(47)

She whimpered with need as he massaged her plump flesh and tweaked her  nipples. Pulling them, pinching them, then rolling them gently between  his fingers. He kissed, nipped, and licked her neck until she was  pleading with him to be inside of her.

Brian wanted her as much, if not more than she wanted him, but he also  didn't want this time they had to be over. Here, in this shower, this  was perfect. Once they stepped out of here, life was … complicated.

For so long Brian had dreamed of touching her like this, of pleasuring  her like this, of being with her like this. Last night had been amazing,  but he'd been so overwhelmed by the fact that it was happening, he  hadn't done everything he'd wanted to.

So, Brian took his time. Placing openmouthed kisses on her neck, her  shoulders, and her back. His hands memorized every single inch of skin  they touched in unhurried exploration. His fingers traced beneath her  heavy mounds, along the lines of her ribs, down her torso and back up  again outlining the perfect circles of her pink areolas.

"Brian," Becca sighed with frustrated need as her body, once again, found his, rubbing against his heavy shaft.

Pulsating desire shot through him with a violent force that almost  caused his knees to buckle like they had when she was kneeled before him  with her lips wrapped around his bulging sex.

Brian slid his hand down her slippery body and over her waist. Then, he  bent his knees at the same time that he lifted and tilted her hips up.  Brian rolled his hips once, and even through the latex, with water  pouring down on him, he could feel the invitation of her wet heat  against the head of his dick. Sliding his fingers down and around her  body, he moved his fingers between her legs so he could make sure that  he was lined up right and that she was really ready for him, not just  moist from the shower water.                       
       
           



       

The moment his finger brushed against her core, he knew that he had a  green light on both counts. He was positioned at the slick seam of her  opening and her sex was swollen with arousal. So in one thrust he pushed  his hips up, sliding into the warmth of her contracting muscles, while  his middle finger lightly rubbed her sensitive bud that sat above where  their bodies were intimately joined.

Her inner walls tightened around him as his powerful fullness entered  her completely. She shuddered as he filled her to the brim. Her wrists  pulled down as her body clenched tightly. He held her firmly in place as  he drove into her and erotically massaged her center.

Plunging into her glistening moistness, as he felt her pleasure button  swell beneath his touch, Brian totally lost himself in the act of making  love to Becca. A hot, pulsing rush of unrestrained release coursed  through Brian as he drove into her tight, wet passage in ruthless,  demanding strokes. The pressure and friction quickly sent him into  erotic oblivion.

Far too quickly, Brian felt his orgasm building to the point of no  return. Knowing he wanted Becca to come with him, Brian's dug his  fingers into her hips as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. He  told her how good she felt, how tight she was, how many times he'd  touched himself while thinking of doing this to her. As he spoke, he  felt her body milking his with contractions. Then, when he knew he  couldn't hold out any longer, he tightened his grip on her wrists,  increased the pressure of his middle finger on her clit, and told her to  come for him.

At his words, she came apart in his arms just as he reached his own  blinding, earth-shattering moment of release. Brian exploded as a frenzy  of simultaneous explosions shot through him. Lightning bolts of  fulfillment flooded his body as he experienced a long, jarring climax.

When he finally rode the last wave of ecstasy, he released Becca's now  limp arms, shut off the water, and picked her up. Her arms came around  his neck and she snuggled against his shoulder as he grabbed a towel,  wrapping her in it. Then he carried her to bed, where he knew he'd be  spending the rest of the night doing what he should do.





Chapter Twenty-Four





Becca pulled the straps of the large bag up on her shoulder and tried to  balance the cooler on her hip as she made her way down the wood path to  the hill next to the river. She and Brian had been watching the Fourth  of July fireworks display there since they were in middle school and  their parents hadn't made them stay with them at the park. She was  really regretting her choice to wear a cute dress and wedges tonight.  Every time she tried to dress up, go a little bit out of her comfort  zone, she regretted it. She was not a dress-up-for-appearances-sake  girl. She was a dress-nice-but-be-comfortable girl.

Since she'd stepped off that airplane six weeks ago, she felt like she'd  learned more about herself than she had over the last twenty-four years  of her life. She'd learned that she could kill a spider without  dropping dead. That she could climb a rock wall, live in a castle with  strangers, and talk to a camera and not break out in a cold sweat.

And she learned that she could not be ‘just friends' with Brian. The not  ‘just friends' status of their relationship had definitely been the  most fun of all the experiences she'd had, but she had a feeling that it  was also going to cause her the most pain.

Honestly, Becca had no idea how they were going to figure this all out.  The night of the viewing party-after the hot sex in the shower-Brian had  told her about his parents' financial issues, which he'd just found out  about that day. They'd talked a little about it, and then the next  night, after he'd worked fourteen hours in the shop, they'd gone over  everything together. It wasn't just bad. It was devastating.

They both knew that the only shot he had of digging his way out of it  was winning the show and fulfilling the one-year commitment to ‘be' with  Brooklyn. Brian hadn't wanted to talk about it since then, and Becca  hadn't pushed it. She'd just been enjoying the little time they'd had  together this week.

And it wasn't that much time at all. Brian had to be at the shop before  dawn and worked past ten, sometimes even until midnight, each night,  just trying to get all the repairs his dad had scheduled done before  they had to leave again tomorrow morning. So the few hours they'd had  together at night, alone, they'd made count.

During the day, Becca hadn't been able to help him fix any of the cars  (obviously!), but she'd spent the time he was working in the garage, in  the auto shop's office, poring over the books and the computer system  and calling all of the financial institutions to ask for extensions and  set up payment plans. It hadn't fixed anything per se, but it had given  Brian a little time to figure things out, and at least now, he had a  hard number that he needed to come up with each month. It was a big  number, but at least he knew what it was.                       
       
           



       

She rounded the corner and saw that the hill down the wooden path was,  at least, another hundred yards. There was no way she was going to make  it in these wedges. So she stopped and set down the cooler and bag,  which, for only having snacks and blankets in it, weighed a ton. Then  she used the cooler as a chair, sitting down on its lid, while she  removed her oh-so-cute but not-so-practical shoes.

As she unbuckled the straps, she tried to keep her mind focused on  tonight. Tomorrow, they were headed back up to Stone Castle for the  show's finale. After that, they didn't know. One of three things could  happen. If Jax and Madison won, then Brian and Becca could be together,  Becca would go back to California and Brian would have to not only run  the shop but get at least one more job, if not two, and even then, she  didn't know if he could make ends meet. If Brian and Brooklyn won, then  Brian would have to spend a year pretending to be with Brooklyn, but he  would be financially okay. What Brian didn't know was that, if Becca  won, Brian would be financially okay, too.

If she won, then every dime she made would go to Brian and his family.  Brian wasn't going to like it. In fact, she knew that he would hate it.  He was good at a lot of things-everything, really-but accepting help  from people was not one of his strong suits. That didn't matter though,  because it was what was going to happen.

Then, no matter which way things went, a year from now, they would be together.

And they still had tonight. One. More. Perfect. Night.

She tried to keep her mind focused on that fact. Of course, it kept  wandering down the what-if highway. All week, she'd felt like a cloud of  doom was following her around as she thought about what it would be  like to be in California and see Brian and Brooklyn in interviews, in  magazines, and starring in their own TV show.