Chapter 43

Grabbing the phone Brock could see that this has pushed Melissa over the edge. He grabbed the detectives card and typed in the number. 

The voice came out down the end of the phone as if he’d just been woken up “Yeah?” 

“Hi it’s Brock Milligan, I don’t know if you remember the break in a Melissa Hartford’s place.” Brock said into the phone. 

“Yeah. I remember. What of it?” The voice said no longer full of sleep. 

“There’s been a development.” Brock said putting his arm around a now shivering Melissa and guiding her into the living room. 

“On my way.” The detective said before hanging up. Brock pressed the red button to cancel the call. And sat Melissa down next to him on the couch. 

“Baby, you okay?” He asked worried that this would be a tipping point for Melissa, knowing that even the strongest of women would find it difficult to cope, with everything that happened. 

“Y-yeah.” She said haltingly. Her eyes were staring into a space, as if she was trying to figure out who would do this. 

Brock’s phone rang. “Hello?” He said quietening the noise. 

Blake’s voice came out from the phone. “Mom rang the landline. She wants you to go see her.” 

“I’m busy right now.” Brock said slightly irritated. 

“Not my fault. Where are you anyway?” Blake asked. 

“I told you I’m at my girlfriends place.” Brock said before hanging up. 

Brock and Blake’s relationship had become strained recently. 

Blake had been trying hard to get into contact with Melissa ever since he realised his feelings. He had tried her office, but it was closed over Christmas, and the message from the number he dialled, gave out the number of her secretary Sam.

He rang the secretary, asking for Melissa’s number, but Sam had ultimately denied him the number, he also had visited the apartment building and been turned away by security staff, that worked there. 

He had then gone to the office to see if workaholic Melissa was there alone, only to find the building locked up tight, he had tried to throw a small stone at her office window, but realised the office in question was so high up he wouldn’t have got close, in fact he only hit the third floor before hearing the tinkle of glass and running off. 

Blake was starting to worry. His feelings had been far more complex than he’d initially thought. He knew Brock had slept with Melissa but didn’t know if they were together permanently. 

Blake also knew that Brock had seen him watching them together, but never mentioned anything to Blake about Melissa. 

Blake’s hand clenched into a fist. He unlike Brock got a little jealous. He didn’t like the fact that he and his twin always competed for everything but never women, now this amazing woman was in both of their lives. 

He longed for her, his soul ached to be close to her, to smell her perfume, to feel her in his arms. He closed his eyes and remembered Christmas Morning, the way she ground up against him, the feel of her amazing curves as he grabbed her waist. 

The things he’d have done to her. Shutting the door to his room, and pulling off his shorts he took his amazing member in his hand. He’d done this before but this time was going to be different. 

He closed his eyes taking him back to Christmas Morning, Melissa was standing at the counter reading, with her earphones in her ears, and coffee at the side. 

Walking up to her, he put his arms around her waist, she melted into him, moulding her body against his. Taking a chance and kissing her neck, a groan escaped her perfect lips. “Mmmm that’s good. More.” Bending her at the waist he pushed her forward slightly to take off the tank top she was wearing, exposing her naked torso. “Brock we mustn’t do this here.” She whispered as Blake’s hands found her breasts. Turning her to face him, her eyes widened in surprise, before softening “Blake? You want me?” Melissa squeaked out as he pulled gently on her now hard nipple, teasing her. 

This was a different fantasy, usually she was his and they screwed like mad all over the house. This time she was Brock’s, he knew where this fantasy was going. 

A smile on his face, “Babe, of course I do. It’s always been you. I tried to forget you, tried throwing myself into my work, even went on a date, but it was no good. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Blake said lust colouring his voice. 

Melissa kissed him, hard, passionately. “What about Brock?” He asked her, not wanting to hear her answer. 

“What about him?” She said, as she dropped to her knees pulling down his shorts, and taking his large member in her hand, and looking up at him, through lustful eyes. 

“He was a distraction, it’s you I truly want Blake.” She said before what seemed like swallowing his cock whole. Letting out an animalistic groan, he threw his head back as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips on him. 

Blake knew this would never be something Melissa would say or cheat on Brock, ‘It’s a fantasy right?’ He said as he stroked faster, getting back into it. 

Going back to the fantasy Melissa was sat on the counter, her shorts off, legs apart, and Blake was really enjoying eating her pussy, he licked and sucked at it as he slid 2 fingers into her soaking wet core. 

Melissa sat upright, arched her back. Enjoying himself throughly,  he pulled away from her pussy making her whimper, “You’ll come soon baby, I promise, just not yet.” Standing upright his member proud. 

He pulled her so she was just sitting on the edge, before thrusting his amazing cock inside her wet core. 

“Oh my god Blake!” Melissa cried out as he thrust inside of her. Blake was loving this, she was his again, her legs locked around his waist at the ankles. Finding a rhythm together he moved a little faster, noticing that Melissa who’s neck was now arched back and her eyes rolling, as he kissed her neck and collar bone. 

“Yes Blake, more. Harder, faster.” He unplugged himself and put her on the floor, as he bent her over the counter her amazing breasts against the coldness. 

Thrusting back into her, he heard a noise, turning his head but keeping his rhythm on walked Brock. His mouth hanging open, his eyes wide, a look of surprise and anger on his face. 

Blake smirked as Brock had done the previous night, knowing that Melissa’s eyes were shut, as she was enjoying herself, a hand crept downwards towards her hard clitoris, starting gently to rub it in little circles, Melissa made a sort of whimper noise and moaned 

“Blake more. Please. I need to come.” She cried out, pleasure ringing in her tone. 

“Sure………baby.” Blake said between thrusts. 

Blake turned his head again, and saw Brock was still watching ‘Pervert’ he thought but didn’t voice. 

“Blake. I. Want. Only. You.” Melissa gasped between breaths, he moved his hand faster on the little hard nub as he did so he felt her core muscles tighten around his hardness as she bucked and writhed underneath him. 

Within a few seconds, he had bust his nut inside her. Exhausted and spent, he fell forward kissing her on the shoulder, before whispering in her ear. “We’re being watched.” Turning her head she saw Brock, shrugging “Sorry babe. Blake’s so much better than you. At least I orgasm with him.” Before slipping out underneath Blake and starting to suck, his now hard again, cock. 

Blake watched Brock as he turned to leave. Looking down at Melissa he got out of his fantasy as he blew his load into his hand. 

Yes he must make her see him. Why didn’t she notice the things he tried to do, to be recognised. But he didn’t have to worry, because soon they’d see each other again.