And it was then I watched with rapt attention as his eyes immediately melted quicksilver and his hands moved from the counter to my head, palms at the base of my neck, fingers in my hair and his face dipped an inch away from mine.
Then he whispered a ragged, tortured, "Baby," and that one word cut through me like a jagged knife.
Oh G.o.d.
He knew.
Of course he knew.
Of course.
Of course, of course, of course.
That thing tight in my belly uncurled, filling me up, slinking up my throat and this time it wasn"t filled with the paralyzing poison of fear or despair. It was something else.
Panic.
I tried to tear away but Brock held on, one hand still at my head, the other arm sliced around my back, he shuffled me down the counter and pressed me into the corner.
With no way to escape, I held my body tight, hands pressed against his chest and kept my eyes glued to his throat as I whispered, "Let me go and get out."
"No one knows that s.h.i.t happened to you, do they?" he asked softly.
"Let me go and get out."
"You haven"t told any of your girls."
Eyes firm on his throat, I demanded, "Let me go, Brock, and get out."
"Kept that s.h.i.t buried deep," he murmured.
My eyes lifted to his and I screeched, "Let me go and get out! "
His arm around my back tightened and his hand shifted so his fingers were still in my hair but his thumb swept over my cheekbone.
"I was the first you let in there, wasn"t I, baby?"
Oh G.o.d.
"Let me go and get out," I whimpered.
"Tess," he whispered.
I fell silent.
"You need to let that s.h.i.t out," he advised and my gaze slid to his earlobe. "Eyes," he ordered and my gaze slid back.
I still didn"t speak.
He held my eyes.
Then he said softly, "I held back takin" us there, Tess, I didn"t want us to go there until the s.h.i.t with h.e.l.ler was done and you were cleared and we were good to move on. But your G.o.dd.a.m.ned gla.s.ses and that cute f.u.c.kin" look you"d get on your face every time I kissed you that made you look like you just experienced a f.u.c.kin" miracle, s.h.i.t." His hand tensed on my head. "s.h.i.t, baby, you got to me and I couldn"t hold back." His thumb swept my cheekbone, his eyes went from warm to hot and his voice went deep when he told me something but he said it like he was talking to himself, "That look gets way f.u.c.kin" better after you come."
"Please let me go and get out," I whispered.
He shook his head. "It"s the job and it"s a s.h.i.t part of the job and I"ll tell you, Tess, I knew he violated you, no way I"d have played you. No way, Tess." His voice got lower and his face got closer when he said, "You gotta believe that, babe. I wouldn"t have played you if I"d known."
"But you did," I said quietly.
His hand tensed on my head. "I didn"t know."
"You still did it." I leaned into the counter, pulling back my head. "I didn"t play you. I never played a single game with you. But you played me from start to finish."
His hand tensed on my head again as his eyes started glittering. "That"s not true, Tess, and you f.u.c.kin" know it."
"You"re right, Brock. Earlier with what you said, you"re right. You"re the first person I let in there and when I did, I didn"t even know your f.u.c.king name."
"That f.u.c.kin" guy had to go down," he growled.
"Yes, he did but it doesn"t warm my heart to think the first man I trusted with my time and attention after a very, very bad marriage was with me only to investigate my possible criminal relationship with my definite criminal ex-husband."
"It started like that, yeah, it did and that lasted about a G.o.dd.a.m.ned hour. You cannot stand there lookin" in my eyes and tell me you don"t know the f.u.c.kin" second it stopped bein" that because, you do, you"re a G.o.dd.a.m.ned liar."
He was not wrong. I knew. I knew the exact second. I"d lain in bed at night thinking about that too.
Therefore, I didn"t respond.
He kept speaking. "I had a job to do and we wanted a clean sweep. I knew you weren"t gonna be swept up in that but I also knew they had to make certain so I had to make them certain before they hauled your a.s.s in and you finished them off."
"So you"re saying you did what you did to protect me?"
"No, I"m sayin" I did my job, you weren"t dirty, no need to protect you. And I"m sayin" for four f.u.c.kin" months I liked my job a whole f.u.c.k of a lot."
That took my breath away. So much so, I couldn"t speak.
Brock didn"t have the same problem. "You didn"t have my name, Tess, but all that time you had me and you know it."
I looked back at his throat.
"Baby, eyes, " he growled and my eyes lifted to his.
"Why are you here?" I asked quietly and he sighed.
Then he asked back impatiently, "Honest to G.o.d?"
"What do you want from this talk?" I pushed.
He shook his head but as he stared at me I saw his eyes light and felt the sharp flickering voltage of his mood shift out of the room as the sweet hum that came with his humor started pulsing through it.
"How many conversations do you think I have with women I corner against a counter, hold in my f.u.c.kin" arms and do it with icing all over my favorite f.u.c.kin" tee?" he asked.
Oh G.o.d.
I had to move this away from Brock being s.e.xy and amused back to Brock being out of my life somehow so I did the best I could do.
"I don"t know. Turns out, I don"t know you very well."
He held my eyes and replied, "Well, lettin" you in a little more, the answer to that question is none. A b.i.t.c.h throws att.i.tude at me, shouts in my face and gets icing on my Charlie Daniels tee, that b.i.t.c.h isn"t you, I walk out the door."
"I"m not fond of being referred to as a b.i.t.c.h," I snapped.
His face dipped close and I saw his eyes were now full on lit with his amus.e.m.e.nt. "And right now, darlin", you"re just holdin" on to hold on and we both know it."
d.a.m.n. He was right.
I held his eyes.
Then I tried a different tactic.
"I can"t do this now. I"ve got a cake to finish decorating, I need to change my shirt because now that icing is on me and I have a baby shower to get to," I informed him and his lips tipped up as his hand at my head became fingers that slid through my hair then it moved down and around so he was holding me in both arms.
d.a.m.n, I missed this. He could be sweet, a lot. When he got in a good mood it was the best, the best ever. And he could be touchy, a lot. He held me, he held me close, he held me loose, he held me while he laughed, he held me while I laughed, he held me while he kissed me and he held me just because.
And I missed it.
d.a.m.n.
"When"re you gonna be home?" he asked.
"Later," I answered.
"When later?" he pressed.
"Later, later," I evaded.
His arms gave me a squeeze and he said low, "Tess."
c.r.a.p.
"I don"t know. Later. Seven? Eight?"
"I"ll be back at nine," he declared.
d.a.m.n.
"Why don"t we make a date to meet for coffee?" I suggested.
"Maybe because I"m not stupid?"
d.a.m.n!
I was totally going to bail on coffee and he knew it.
He kept speaking. "But right now you"re gonna tell me why you put your house on the market."
"I need a change," I told him.
"Yeah," his arms gave me a squeeze, "I see this. You"ve shifted ten pounds that looked better when it was on your a.s.s and t.i.ts. You"re in a tee and jeans and not your fancy-a.s.s clothes and heels. You lost the gla.s.ses and got contacts. The only thing I like, babe, is the hair. Looks good longer and lighter."
He liked my hair.
I tried not to let that make me feel tingly but it ended up more like me pretending I didn"t feel the tingles that made me feel.
"Brock, seriously, can we talk about this later?"
"Where you movin"?" he asked telling me that no, we couldn"t talk about it later.
"I haven"t decided yet," I lied and the pulsing hum of his humor and good mood went flat as his eyes narrowed.
"Christ, Tess, did the three months you spent lickin" your f.u.c.kin" wounds erase the four months we spent together so you don"t remember you can"t pull s.h.i.t over on me?"
My eyes narrowed too and then I informed him, "That was not cool."
"No, what was not cool was you taking three f.u.c.kin" months to lick your wounds and makin" me haul my a.s.s to you but we"ll talk about that tonight."
I felt my body go stiff. "If that"s why you"re coming over tonight then don"t bother."
"Okay, no," he said on a low rumble. "I see this s.h.i.t shook out some sa.s.s in you, babe, my Tess was sugar sweet from the minute my eyes. .h.i.t her to the minute I kissed her goodnight. I know what happened was f.u.c.ked and it f.u.c.ked with your head so I"m willin" to ride that with you but you gotta know now, once we clear a b.u.mp, you"re not draggin" us back time and again so we become intimately acquainted with it. We"re over the b.u.mp, we move the f.u.c.k on. We"re agreed I"m over tonight, nine o"clock, we sort s.h.i.t out we shoulda sorted out three months ago and see where we are. But right now, you"re tellin" me where you"re movin"."
"We didn"t agree anything, Brock. You said you were coming over. I want to have coffee."
"Don"t s.h.i.t me, Tess. You"ll bag on coffee."
"See!" I cried. "Is this sinking in that maybe I"m trying to move on in a variety of ways including moving on from Jake Knox slash Brock Lucas?"
Way, way, way wrong thing to say.
I knew this when one of his arms got tight, the other one slanted up my back, his hand cupping the back of my head as he leaned deep into me, pressing me over the counter and his face got in mine.
"I was observing," he snarled. "Calhoun promised he"d handle you with care and I was keepin" an eye on him "cause, he didn"t, I told him I"d rip his f.u.c.kin" throat out and I wanted to make sure, he f.u.c.ked with you, I didn"t f.u.c.kin" delay."
My body froze except my lips, which parted, and my eyes, which I felt grow round.
Brock kept talking.
"He didn"t. He pushed and you broke and what you said when you broke, babe, I didn"t know. Calhoun didn"t know. No one f.u.c.kin" knew. But I"ll tell you this, those four words you said I"ll never f.u.c.kin" forget. Those four f.u.c.kin" words soldered themselves deep in the walls of my gut in a way they"ll never be cut loose. They had to drag me outta there so I didn"t go after him or try and get to you. Then you walked away and I knew you needed that even as it p.i.s.sed me off you did it and broke your promise to me when you did. But you needed it. Then you stayed away and I see now you took that time to build your wall but I don"t give a f.u.c.k.
That night, I found out my woman had been violated and for three f.u.c.kin" months I"ve lived with that and I"m done livin" with it and lyin" awake wonderin" where your head is at. I"m done, Tess. So tonight, at nine, I"m back, we"re talkin" s.h.i.t through and then we"re gonna see where we"re at. You"re clear of h.e.l.ler, you don"t know d.i.c.k, you aren"t a part of that investigation and we"re free and clear and we"re gonna explore that but now... now darlin", you"re gonna tell me why you got a G.o.dd.a.m.ned for sale sign in your yard when you told me you love this house so much you didn"t mind livin" in it until you die."