She bit her lip, forcing herself to get aggressive and not hold back out of fear of hurting his feelings. He didn’t deserve it. “Brock, get off me. You don’t want to do this.”
He chuckled. “Oh, but I do. And I can tell you want it too.” He cupped her face and smashed his mouth against hers.
Laurie shoved at him with both hands, keeping her lips pursed against his insistence. Disgusting.
“Ah, come on, sweet thing. You know you want it.”
She lifted one knee and rammed it into his thigh. “Get off. I have a boyfriend.”
“From what I’ve heard, you have two. And I’m sure you won’t mind making it three. That’s the kind of girl you are.” He leaned closer again, grinning from ear to ear.
“Not a chance in hell, asshole. I’ll give you two seconds to move, and then I’m going to scream.” She didn’t want to involve Zach or Corbin if she could avoid it because she was quite sure they might kill this son of a bitch if they walked in on this scene.
He laughed harder. “With all the noise going on out there, no one would be able to hear you. Plus, if you’d relax and give this a chance, you’d see that I’m a much better lover than either of your current fuck buddies. I promise.”
His proximity alone made her stomach roil. In a moment she was going to vomit in his face. That might not be a bad thing.
When his hand landed on her breast and squeezed, she was finished. She could only allow things to go so far before calling in reinforcements. Rape was becoming an imminent possibility. “Zach. Corbin. Employee locker room. Right fucking now.”
She felt them both in her head, the level of their stress on full alert immediately, but she didn’t communicate another word because she was too busy physically fighting off Brock.
He swung a leg over her, straddling her body, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head.
She heaved for breath, hating every single inhale that brought more of his disgusting scent into her nostrils. She was pinned. And she stopped struggling, realizing it was the best course of action because it would slow down his progress and buy her some time while Zach and Corbin made their way to the locker room.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax and enjoy. I swear you won’t regret a good fuck with me. My cock is big, and I know how to use it. I’m not a pussy like those other guys you’ve been whoring with.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers again.
She held her mouth as tightly closed as possible to avoid his taste and smell. Sickening. Bile rose in her throat. She wasn’t going to be able to stop herself from vomiting.
And the moment the door to the locker room flung open, slamming into the wall with the force, she lost it. She projectile vomited right into Brock’s face.
He yelped and jumped off her to stand in front of her, yanking his shirt up to wipe her throw-up away as it dripped down from his eyelids and nose. “You cunt. Jesus. Fuck. That’s so fucking gross.”
In her peripheral vision, she watched Corbin and Zach stride quickly into the room.
Before Brock could finish wiping away the mess, a fist slammed into the side of his head, knocking him to the floor. He jumped to his feet and twisted to face Corbin. “Shit. What the hell’s the matter with you, man?” He held his jaw. “You can’t just punch people in the face for no reason and get away with it. You’re a fucking deputy.” Spittle spewed from Brock’s lips. His shirt was covered in vomit.
It would have been comical if he wasn’t such a piece of slime.
Laurie drew her legs up and scrambled to press herself as deeply into the couch cushions as possible to avoid becoming a casualty in the fight that was about to escalate in front of her.
Corbin stepped closer to Brock and grabbed the man by the shirt, balling the nasty cotton in his fist and forcing Brock to stand straighter. “Did you put your hands on my woman?”
Brock’s eyes widened. “Who the fuck cares? Surely you don’t mind if someone else shares in that hot piece of pussy. She’s nothing but a whore.”
Zach stepped closer. Even though Brock was immobilized in Corbin’s clutch, Zach lifted a fist and slammed it into the side of Brock’s head, knocking him toward Laurie.
Luckily Corbin held on to the man by the shirt, righting him almost immediately. “Come again, mother fucker?”
Zach spoke for the first time. “From my vantage point, he had more than his hands on her. He had his entire body on her, pinning her to the couch. I call that attempted rape.”
Brock shook the cobwebs from his head, his eyes widening again. “Rape? Nobody in this room got raped.” He twisted his neck to face her. “Did anybody rape you?”