"I don’t get how this is our…woah”

I found Brock sitting on the arm of the couch in a jeans, shirt and blazer.

“Woah is the right word” he smirked looking at me up and down, I had on the white dress I had bought for our last date with a black jacket and black heels matching his black look a bit.

I walked in between his legs and slipped my hands around his waist beneath his jacket.

“I still don’t get how this is a first date we went out before..”

“That was horrible, I know you don’t want to tell me that but it was. Besides me teaching you how to play pool of course” he smirked, “I was just fucking nervous and hadn’t thought things through but this is our last night together before..”

“Before you abandon me to go on your hunting trips!” I ran my hand over his beard.

“You’re abandoning me by wrestling” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes and kissed him.

I felt him standing up as he broke the kiss and gripped my hand. “Come on lets go…”

“So where exactly are we going?” I looked up at him as we walked on the streets of the city.

“Just a small restaurant two more blocks down have some great pasta “ he shrugged.

“And you know this city so well even though I have had you in my bed the last two weeks!”

“The day I left … “ he frowned at the memory. “I went walking and found it and just had a beer and watched a football game by myself” 

“mmm football game sounds familiar” I teased as I had my arms wrapped around myself as we walked.

“You have my full attention tonight baby especially in that fucking dress” I rolled my eyes as the restaurant soon came into view.

The lady who led us to our table was very intimidated by Brock I could tell , and she looked like she couldn't believe little old me was with this beast. If Brock didn’t hate PDA I would’ve definitely kissed him just to show her not to judge but I couldn’t instead I smiled as we sat down in a corner table and Brock ordered.

I was busy getting my napkin ready when I felt my chair move and realized it was Brock pulling my chair next to his.

“Really Brock?” I looked at him as I leaned my head on my hand as my elbow rested on the table.

“You were to far baby! I don’t want nosy shits hearing our conversation this way only you can hear me” He shrugged and I was tempted to kiss him as his lips were merely inches from mine, but knew I shouldn’t. The waiter appearing with our food and wine was a sign and he set it down and we began eating as soon as he disappeared.

“Hows the pasta?” Brock asked as he reached for his wine and I swallowed my bite.

“Its delicious!” I smiled and continued eating and he surprised me by giving me a brief kiss on my cheek before finishing off his pasta.

I glanced over at him and he was focusing on his meal unaffected by what he just did and I just rolled my eyes even though I knew he didn’t know.

Brock finished a few seconds before me and sat back as I heard his phone vibrate and he immediately switched it off as I took my last bite and he then turned to me. I raised my eyebrow at his now dead phone placed on the table.

“It was Paul about some promo I have to do, not important” he turned to me and moved closer.

I wanted to question him further but I didn’t feel like getting into an argument over Paul even though I wanted him to accept me as he was basically Brock’s best friend.

“You know looking at you now I would never guess you have tattoos..” I said as I leaned my face on my hand as I did before we ate.

He smirked but didn't say anything as the waiter appeared to top up our wine and I could see the annoyance in Brock’s face at the disturbance.

I gave his thigh a squeeze under the table and he turned to me as the guy left, “Im not really one for handjobs Kenz…” he said seriously and I snatched my hand away which caused him to chuckle and shake his head.

“How long have you been living here?” he asked after he recovered from amusing himself.

“Since the beginning of this year, not long…” I smiled as I traced my fingers over his bruised fist which was resting on the table.

“Before then?”

“Uhm when I was 18 I went to live with my brother in Chicago cause … well we were always close and my parents drove both of us insane” I shrugged still not looking up at him.

“Is that why you don’t want to spend Thanksgiving with them?” I nodded slowly,” you can spend it with me”

I looked up and saw him simply looking at me, I was shocked by what he said but to him it seemed obvious.
“Even if I wanted to skip, I have to go even though they’ll be drooling over the golden son all night” I rolled my eyes.

“Well how about I spend the day with you and drop you off there and pick you up?” I couldn’t help but smile at his offer and knew I had to refuse as I was scared they might see him but ignored it.

“Sure if you don’t mind flying down to Florida?”

“You should know I wont that’s in two weeks right?” I nodded wanting to kiss him so badly.

“Er how many… boyfriends have you had?” he hesitantly asked and I gazed over at him.

“None actually… I mean there have been one or two… guys but they didn’t mean anything or shouldn’t have meant anything…”

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable speaking about my past relationships and I think he saw it as he moved my chair closer and lifted my legs so they were over his underneath the table causing us to be even closer.

“So I mean something?” he smirked but his tone was serious and I was reminded of my love confession earlier in the day.

“Yeah you do.. nobody has ever stood up or protected me like you do other than my brother so you mean a lot to me” I sighed and as I looked into his eyes I saw him lean in and kiss me. His left hand caressed my cheek as I held onto it leaning closer into him.

He broke the kiss and leaned a bit back and I realized for the first time why he had chosen this table, the lights were slightly dimmed in the corner making it more intimate and causing less people to see us.

“Can I ask you something?” his hand fell to my thigh as he rubbed it back ad forth.

“Well considering I’ve been doing all the asking , yeah baby” he reached over for his wine.

“Why haven’t you ever used protection while we’ve…” he choked on his wine and brought the napkin to his mouth.

“Wha-“ his hand stiffened and I realized how he might’ve taken my question.

“Im not… Im not pregnant” I laughed as I whispered and I felt his grip slacken.

“ Im on the pill, I was just wondering that’s all” I shrugged.

“It honestly never crossed my mind” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think I would’ve survived with that plastic shit and how would I be able to properly fee…”

“Okay okay Brock…” I held my hand up. “I love this beard on you…”

“You do?” I nodded as I traced my fingers over it taking in his lips as well. “when I was in UFC it made me look like the ultimate bad ass” he smirked which caused me to look up at him.

“mmm so it wasn’t the genetic freak known as the beast who instilled fear into them?” I whispered into his lips.

He answered me with his lips crashing roughly into mine.

“I think its time we head home..” I nodded.

Brock led me out as his hand was placed on my lower back.Although the restaurant we had been in was discreet as in no one could get pictures of us inside, it was also known as a hot spot for celebs it seemed as ,as soon as we got out we were greeted by a guy.

“Hey Brock!”

“Er… Hi…” they were the type who just wanted the picture of the celebs to sell and maybe just maybe get something juicy without being too pushy.

“You enjoy your dinner?”

“Yeah man great restaurant” Brock said as his hand on my back pushed me forward letting me know I should walk. “That’s great man! Mckenzie do you know how your brothers doing?”

“His on the road to recovery” I smiled.

“That’s good well enjoy the rest of your night guys!” I heard him shout as moved away.

“Well guess who will be making the headlines this week” I rolled my eyes as we got into my apartment.

“Fuck that” I felt his lips against my ear and his excitement pressed up against my behind.

He walked behind me kissing my neck forcing me to move forward. He took my jacket off as well as his and I was relieved due to me heating up.

“I love that you finally wore this dress!” I felt his manhood press hard against me as I stood against the back of the couch.

I wanted to turn and kiss him but that’s when  I heard his zipper and then felt his hands hitching the dress up. He pushed my back down so that I was bent forward and I gasped as he pushed into me hard.

“I am going to fuck you all over this fucking apartment” he whispered as he slammed into me again and again.