*Author's Note*

Thanks for the follows, faves, and reviews.

This is a long chapter. I blame the fact that work had me stressed so to unwind I was writing like crazy and adding in some "extra" scenes/things I hadn't planned on putting in. Anyways, hope you guys like this.

I'm gonna be working on the next chapter of Triple Threat or Home For The Holidays soon, so go me. Work sucks, adulting sucks, so the muses are running wild and I'm writing to unwind. Yay!

And I got a small warning…

*WARNING* LEMONS IN LAST SCENE! LEMONS!

Anyways, please read, review, and enjoy this new update.

Plan B

Gem POV:

"I'm sorry, Tesoro, but Don Salieri's sending me out on a sudden job and I can't help you move into Culver tomorrow." Uncle Rocco told me, walking down the front porch stairs as I followed behind him.

"But I'm not allowed to have a car there. How am I going to move in? You know Auntie Connie's too busy with the brats; Gramps and Nonna don't even drive anymore so they can't help me either." I rambled on, sounding a bit desperate and frantic, as I followed my uncle away from the house and over to his vintage car.

Uncle Rocco opened up his trunk and placed his duffle bag inside, all the while suggesting, "Why don't you ask Arlo's son. He lives down there, I'm sure he won't mind giving you a ride."

"But he's not going back until Sunday, Uncle Rocco." I informed my uncle as he slammed his trunk shut.

"Just ask him for the ride to Culver, Gem." Uncle Rocco order while going over to his car door. Opening his car and getting inside, he added in, "Don't worry, he'll take you."

"But uncle Rocco-" I began to protest, only for my uncle to slam his door shut, crank on his engine, and back out of the driveway. Hell, he backed out so fast that I had to jump back or else risk getting my feet.

Looks like I'm stuck walking to the gym and asking Brock for a solid. Great… With a heavy sigh, I walked down the driveway and over to the sidewalk. I knew that Uncle Rocco was right; I needed to ask Brock to help me move to Culver. I was just nervous that he wouldn't want to end his vacation a few days early to help tho.

I walked all the way to the gym on 72nd while feeling my nerves eat me alive. They didn't settle down either whenever I reached the door of the Hit Pit. In fact, my nerves were running wild as I opened up the door and walked into the busy gym. Of course, it was full of men and boys working out, sparring, and training today. I spotted Arlo overseeing one of Johnny's speed bag exercises in the corner while Brock was on the mat doing some punching exercises with a guy whose name was either Bobby or Billy. Hell, it could be Billy-Bob for all I remembered.

Hesitantly, I made my way over to Brock and Billy-Bob. Brock had some pads on his hands while Billy-Bob wore boxing gloves; landing punches to Brock's hands and moving around as he trained him and gave him instructions. Billy-Bob didn't notice me, but Brock sure as hell did since he told the other guy, "Let's take a break, I gotta talk to Gem for a sec."

Billy-Bob didn't say a word, just nodded and stepped to the side in order to go sit down and take a break. As I came up to Brock's side, he pulled the pads off his hands and gave me a good look over while smirking smugly, "You here to whisk me off to lunch? I mean, eating a fish taco sounds pretty good to me right now."

"Brock, really, you thinking about eating that right now?" I asked, cutting my eyes at him. He just chuckled and shrugged in a 'what?' type of way. Letting out a sigh, I told him, "I'm here cause I need to ask you to do a solid. It's a big one, so if you don't wanna do it I understand."

Crossing his arms over his buff chest, that was about ready to bust out of the too tight wifebeater he had on, and nodded, "Go on, what ya need?"

"My Uncle Rocco was just sent out on an emergency job for Don Salieri so he can't drive me to Culver tomorrow. My Auntie Connie's too busy taking care of her grand-brats and my grandparents don't drive anymore, so…maybe, uh, you could take me." I told him in a rushed jumble of word vomit. Before he could say yes or no, I quickly told him. "But you don't have to if you don't want to. I know that your-"

I never got to finish my added in rebuttal since he cut me off with the deep and warm accented words of, "Calm down, baby. I'll take you tomorrow; it's not a problem either. Okay, Gem?"

"Okay." I smiled in relief, feeling all of the tension leave my body.

Scratching the back of his neck, he asked, "So, uh, you got your stuff packed and ready to go or do you need help with that?"

"I'm not bringing that much stuff, just some clothes, pillows, bed in a bag sets, and my laptop. I was gonna pack later tonight since I just need to shove stuff into a few oversized storage tubs." I answered, in a way letting him know that I didn't need help.

Brock nodded before giving me a smile and suggesting, "How 'bout we go to your place and pack your shit. We can put it in my Jeep too, then we can do lunch."

"Lunch where you get to eat fish tacos or lunch where we go get real food?" I countered with a quirked brow. I didn't mind either lunch, but it'd be nice to know he if wanted actual food or just to fool around.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Brock darkly chuckled. Slinging and arm over my shoulder, he looked across the room to Arlo and shouted, "Yo, Pops, I gotta help Gem pack her shit for our ride to Culver tomorrow!"

"Go on and get the hell outta here, yinz crazy lovebirds!" Arlo shouted his approval while waving us off. Before either of us could protest the lovebirds remark, Arlo barked, "And yinz are lovebirds from where I'm concerned. Always messing around, doing that shit ya kids these days call the Netflix and chill; eating take out in a bedroom."

"Shut up, Pops. Your dream of grandbabies to teach fightin' too ain't happening." Brock snarked before dragging me over to the door.

"Babies happen when they happen, lots of fucking makes 'em happen too so yinz remember that every time ya mess around with the Netflix and chill shit!" Arlo shouted to use right as Brock flung the door open and ushered me out of it.

"So, uh, Arlo wants you to settle down?" I asked in a slightly awkward tone as Brock led me down the street towards his Pops' house, where he had his Jeep parked.

"What Pops wants and what he's getting are two very different things, baby. Don't pay him any mind."

"Don't you want to settle down tho?"

"We went over this the other day, Gem. I don't got the luxury to 'settle down' with somebody cause of my job. I'm always off on missions; saving the world doesn't leave much time for domestic bliss."

"But what if you met somebody that understood the importance of your job and wasn't bothered by your constant missions?"

"It depends on the timing when I met that somebody. If timing wasn't right, I wouldn't be trying to rope her into being with me." Brock told me, his tone raw and honest. Rubbing my shoulder with his thumb, he told me, "Don't worry about this shit, baby. I'm fine with my life the way it is, plus we've got a good thing going on being fuck buddies."

Of course, he enjoyed our no strings attached fuck buddies thing. I guess Brock was just too set in his ways to actually get try to get into a relationship. That was fine with me tho, I had other things to worry about then my attraction to my 'fuck buddy'. Like moving to Culver and surviving living in a dorm with a stranger (*cough* a roommate *cough*).

Dominick POV:

I was sitting in my chair, watching Maury, whenever the front door opened and in walked my granddaughter followed by the Rumlow boy. With a smug eat shit grin, I teased my only granddaughter. "Oh, look what the cat dragged in. And I thought you were 'just' friends, Gem."

"He's helping me pack so we can load up his Jeep for the ride to Culver tomorrow." Gem explained while grabbing Brock's hand and dragging him over to the staircase.

"Well, you kids gonna need anything while upstairs? You know, pop, snacks, a box of rubbers."

"Gramps!"

"What? I know what goes on in bedrooms, how'd you think your Uncle Dom happened? You think we just scooped him up outta the cabbage patch after we had our shotgun wedding in the church?" I rhetorically asked. "Remember, Rumlow, you knock her up you're responsible for both her and the bambino's wellbeing!" I exclaimed in a 'PSA' type of tone as he disappeared upstairs behind my grandbaby. With the way he was following around my granddaughter, like a lost puppy, I knew he'd be knocking her up. At least he wasn't a bum; had a good job doing some government shit.

Chuckling to myself, I stood up and made my way into the kitchen and then down into the laundry room that was in the basement. "Gem brought the Rumlow boy home to help her pack. He's moving her to Culver University tomorrow."

While sorting the whites from the colors, my wife asked with a twinkle in her eyes, "Is he handsome? I hope so cause our grandbaby gets her looks from me so that means she shouldn't be settling for some ugly Ole Joe Schmoe." Oh god, our grandbaby's definitely getting knocked up if she 'gets her looks' from her Nonna.

"He's got those charming Sicilian looks. Looks like he's got pure muscle in his shit too."

"Oooo, I gotta go check him out." Marie informed me in an excited sing-song tone.

"Bring them some pop and snacks. It'll mortify them." I ordered her, knowing that if the Rumlow kid could deal with my wife embarrassing him then he'd be sticking around in my grandbaby's life permanently.

"Pop and snacks my ass. I'll bring them some of my reheated lasagna from last night. Oh, and some pizzelles too." My wife remarked before running up the basement stairs; abandoning both me and the laundry in the wash room.

Gem POV:

"I'm so sorry about Gramps. He can be such a bit much sometimes." I apologized to Brock as he stood in my room, taking in the décor after shutting the door behind him, while I went to grab the large storage tubs from inside of my closet.

"It's fine, baby. Not the first time I've had my balls busted; won't be the last either." Brock nonchalantly told me. "So, you like the color blue?" He asked, shuffling over to my bed and taking a seat on it. I knew he sat on my bed cause of the slight squeak my mattress made under his weight.

"It's teal, Brock, and yea I like it." I told him, emerging from my closet with the storage tubs (their lids were neatly stacked inside of them). "Why, expecting me to be like every other girl and have my room look like it was hosed down in various shades of Pepto-Bismol pink?" I sarcastically asked, walking over to the bed and setting the storage tubs down by his Nike covered feet.

"No. I knew you wouldn't be a Pepto-Bismol pink kinda girl since you're into fighting."

Placing my hand on my hip, I titled my head and dryly asked, "You're trying to make small talk by asking me if I like the color teal, huh?"

"What? I'm not allowed to ask if you like the color of your room? I'd answer questions about my room if you'd ask." He replied in mock defense.

Shaking my head, I gestured to my walls while telling him, "Your room's full of old rock band and boxing posters. There's nothing much to ask about, you're likes are pretty cut and dry."

"Don't be a smartass unless you want me to spank that ass later." Brock slyly told me as mischief shined in his hazel eyes.

"Oh my god, Brock. Hush, my grandparents are downstairs and only god knows where my aunt and seconds cousins are." I berated him in a hiss. Oh my god, I just can't believe him. Really? He wants to hook up in a house full of people?

"I said later, baby. As in at my Pops' house." Brock clarified, making sure that I knew the only house we could fool around in was Arlo's. Eh, I think that's cause his dad didn't care but whatever. Grabbing my hand and pulling me to sit next to him on the bed, he suggested, "We can fool around tonight; try some new shit too if you're game."

Before I could say a word, my door burst open followed by my Nonna crossing the threshold into my room. She was holding a tray with diet pops, lasagna, and pizzellas cookies. "I brought you some pop and lunch. Wouldn't want you starving while working up here." She said in chipper tone while bringing the tray over to my desk. Turning around, she eyed up Brock and slyly smiled, "My oh my, Mr. Rumlow, now I see why my grandbaby's always out and about with you." Turning to me, she asked with no shame what-so-ever, "Does he have one of those pinchable asses? I bet he does."

"Nonna, shouldn't you be downstairs doing laundry?" I asked Nonna since I wanted her to leave me and Brock alone, but didn't want to tell her to go away caus then I'd look rude.

"Oh, but wouldn't you prefer I stay and help you with the packing?" She asked me before turning to Brock and saying, "You could always start with the top drawer of her dresser. I'm sure you've already been handing her delicates anyhow."

"Nonna!" I exclaimed in utter horror, my brown eyes wide and larger than half-dollars.

Brock tilted his head and flashed my Nonna a charming smirk, only to tell her, "Oh, Nonna, I think Gem would be more comfortable if you didn't watch me go thru her panty drawer. In fact, I think our packing would go by faster if you just left us to it."

"Gem, sweetheart, don't be a prude. This fine young man's nothing to be embarrassed of." Nonna berated, causing me to just nod while cutting my eyes at her in a 'stop it' type of way. Turning to Brock, she told him in a honied tone, "I see why she's with you, you handsome thing you. Now, don't let her embarrassment get to you, she's just not used to me approving of her boyfriend."

Whipping my head around to give her a funny look, I quickly protested, "He's not my boyfriend, Nonna."

"She's right, we're not dating. I'm sorry, Nonna, but we're just good friends that share a love for fighting." Brock added in, backing me up with my protest. Except his protest sounded more believable and less like a denial (which mine wasn't, but still…).

"To-may-to, to-mah-to." Nonna shook her head, causing her curly white hair to bounce. "Dominick was my 'friend' til I yakked up so bad one week I thought I was gonna pass up my lungs." She said in a reminiscent tone. Dear lord, my Nonna definitely wasn't the stereotypical girl from the 40's you see in movies or read about in books. Nope…

Suddenly, my Gramps' voice loudly barreled upstairs with, "Woman, are you still upstairs bothering those kids?! Jesus, get back in the basement and wash the clothes! If we leave them for Connie, she'll put everything together and then my undershirts and socks will turn pink!"

"Oh, I'll be right there, Dominick! Don't worry, your clothes won't turn pink!" Nonna shouted back to my Gramps', who I imagine was just sitting in front of the tv watching his afternoon talk show while sipping on amaretto spiked coffee. "Looks like that's my cue to go." Nonna half-rolled her eyes, half-giggling at me and Brock before rushing out of my bedroom.

"I'm so sorry about that, Brock. My Nonna can be a bit forward and um, for a lack of a better word, spicy." I apologized while shuffling over to my dresser.

The bed lightly squeaked as Brock stood up while assuring me, "It's okay, baby." He joined me by my dresser while letting out a chuckle of, "Hell, your Nonna was kinda cute flirting with me; teasing me to pack up your panties too."

"Oh, trust me, she wasn't teasing you about the panties. She really thinks we're together; thinks you'll be packing my panties up too." I told him while opening up my top drawer, which was the dreaded panty drawer. It also housed bras and socks, but yea…

"She's got a sixth sense, huh?" Brock sarcastically asked, waggling his brows at me while picking up one of my thongs and twirling it around his finger teasingly.

"Shut up, Brock." I snapped at him. It was a playful and somewhat embarrassed snap, not a trace of malice or anger was in it.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby." Brock told me before pressing a kiss on my cheek and handing me over my thong. "I'll pack up the bedding sets in a tub; let you deal with your own panty drawer." He informed me before leaving me standing alone in front of my dresser.

After packing up my things and putting them into Brock's trunk, we went out to eat at Gus's and then went back to Arlo's place to hang out. We spent hours together just watching ESPN. Whenever 6 o'clock rolled around, Arlo walked into his house armed with a large bag of takeout from the local deli. "I figured you'd invite her over for supper after helping her pack for college."

"Oh, no, Pops, I didn't just invite her over for supper, but to stay the night too." Brock stated in an informative, but light tone, while stretching his arm against the back of the couch only to sling it around my shoulder.

Turning to look at him, I asked, "You did? When?"

"Just now, baby." He smugly replied with a devilish smirk.

"Told ya he likes you. He ain't like this with no other girl I've seen him with." Arlo mused, setting down the large bag of takeout before making his way into the kitchen. "Beer okay with you, girl?"

Before I could even open up my mouth to remind him that I was underage (yea, Brock and me had some beers together in his room, but I doubt he wanted me to be freely drinking in front of his Pops), Brock barked out, "She ain't 21 yet, Pops! She can't have beer!"

"Bullshit, I know yinz are drinking beer in your room with that pizza when messing around." Arlo dryly retorted, emerging from the kitchen with 3 open bottles of Bud-Lite in his hands. Setting the beers on the coffee table and taking a seat in his chair, he rhetorically asked Brock, "Shit, who the hell ya think cleans up your pigsty of a room and loads your stained sheets in the washer?" Grabbing his bottle and pointing it at his son, he added in, "And just cause they're dark sheets don't mean stains from yinz messing around ain't visible."

Oh, dear god, did we both have to have embarrassing families?

"I'm a gown man, you don't need to be doing my laundry or worrying about any wet spots on my navy-blue sheets, Pops." Brock snapped edgily at Arlo while shooting him a death glare.

"You're a grown man now, but remember I used to wipe your ass for 2-goddamned-years when you were a baby. Don't fucking forget that and show me some respect; I'm your father not one of those grunts ya boss around on your Black Ops STRIKE team." Arlo snarled right back in a roaring tone full of fatherly authority before tipping back his beer bottle and taking a large gulp from it.

"Who's fault's that, Pops? You're the one that knocked up a fucking cra-" Brock began only to be silenced by Arlo's beer bottle flying against the wall across from us; shattering in a million pieces.

"Don't you dare disrespect your mother's memory! She had her issues, but I won't hear ya badmouth her 'gain!" Arlo shouted at Brock while standing up and pointing an old finger down into his face.

Brock rolled his eyes and shook his head. Rising to her feet, he held his hand out to me and ordered, "Come on, baby, let's go talk a walk."

The tension in the room between Brock and Arlo was so thick you could slice it with a butter knife. I knew if Brock didn't leave the house that he'd say something to his Pops that he'd regret, so I put my hand into his and let him pull me up to stand up. I didn't say a word, just let Brock led me over to the door.

As soon as we got outside and walked down the front stairs, I looked up at him and simply asked, "Where are we going?"

"Dunno." Was Brock's simple answer. Looking down at me, he asked, "Wanna walk down to the gym?"

"Sure." I nodded, knowing that hitting something (like a large punching bag) would probably make him feel better. He seems like the type that felt better after hitting things, had that way to him.

After an hour or so at the gym (where Brock beat the shit out of a bag while I just stood nearby, jumping rope and letting him vent about 'how his Pops can be such a dumb fuck sometimes'.) we went out to eat at a sushi place that was on the corner of 72nd and 2nd and then went back to Arlo's house. Since all of my things were packed in his trunk, Brock suggested that I just borrow some of him gym stuff (t-shirt and old shorts) to wear for my move to Culver tomorrow. I wasn't crazy about the idea, but I accepted it. I knew that Brock was just trying to help and didn't want me having to wear clothes 2-days in a row.

We mostly watched tv while snuggling in his bed (well, I was more or less snuggling with him while he just wrapped and arm around me and paid attention to whatever sports program was on) until we weren't. Whenever a commercial break in the baseball game came on, Brock took that as an opportunity to tilt my chin up and capture my lips in a tantalizing kiss. Of course, that kiss turned into us making out heatedly. Our lips smooshed against each other's as our tongues danced with every quick paced kiss we shared. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies, leaving trails of shivers and anticipation in their wake.

Wrenching his lips off of mine, Brock's lust blown pupils locked onto mine (which I'm aue are blown wide with lust too) as he asked, "You wanna fool around? Try the new thing I was hinting at earlier?"

"You just wanna spank me while doing it from behind, huh?" I half-stated, half-teased, while running my hands along his muscular shoulders.

"That's part of it." He seriously answered.

Quirking a brow, I asked, "What's the other part?"

"You want me to say it bluntly or in a cute girly term?"

"Just tell me, Brock."

A smirk crossed over his handsome face as he boldly told me in a deep and husky timbre, "Teasing your ass when I'm fucking your pussy from behind by pressing in a finger right when you're clenching around me; ready to milk my dick dry and come hard."

"Oh my god, Brock…really…" I said breathily since his dirty words too me aback (in a good way). Recovering from my shudder, I quipped, "You have such a dirty mouth."

"It turns you on, doesn't it, baby?" He asked, nuzzling my neck with his nose, even tho he already knew that answer.

"Yea…" I admitted, chewing on my bottom lip as my cheeks flushed.

"You wanna try it or?..." Brock asked, his husky and warm voice lingering in the air as his breath ghosted hotly next to my ear.

"Yea, I wanna try it." Came tumbling out of my mouth before I could blink.

"Yea?" Brock purred in a deep and throaty lust filled tone.

"Yea." I whispered, nodding my head to further prove that I wanted to try his kinky idea. Wait a minute, was his suggestion even kinky? I don't think so, but I'm inexperienced so…yea…

"Let's get you outta this shirt, baby." Brock suggested, kissing the sweet spot behind my ear before pulling back and grabbing the hem of my t-shirt. With a smirk, he pulled it up and over my head; leaving me in only my bra and shorts. "And this has to go too." He added, running a finger over my bra strap before reaching around my back; unclasping my bra and pulling it down off of my shoulders. He just flung it over his shoulder while staring at my exposed breast with a fixated look, almost as if he was in a trance.

"I think we needa get you outta your shirt too, honey." I smiled playfully, tugging at his shirt.

Brock let me pull his shirt off of him before nipping at my neck. I ran my hands over his rock-hard abs while he kissed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my neck and shoulder. He weighted my breasts in his hands, teasing my nipples by brushing the pads of his thumbs over them. Whenever he took one of my nipples in his mouth only to swirl his tongue around it, I lost it. The heat pooling in my core became too much to bear and I started to squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

"You're wet for me, huh, baby girl?" Brock huskily asked as I let out a whimper.

"Yea." I nodded, my reply coming out as nothing but a shaky whimper.

Brock smirked, pressed a lingering kiss to my swollen lips, and pulled away. "Let's get the rest of your clothes off so we can get you into position for one hot night."

"Okay." I simply told him before standing up and letting him pull my shorts and panties off. He placed his hand gently on the small of my back, making to lead me into a position on his bed, but I spun around so that I could look into his eyes. Running my fingers along the waistband of his gym shorts, I innocently asked, "Aren't you gonna finish undressing too?"

Spreading his arms out in a surrender type motion, he nodded his head towards his shorts and simply smirked, "Go ahead and take 'em off, baby."

Feeling bold (probably cause I was so turned on) I yanked both his shorts and boxer briefs off in one quick sweeping motion and stood on my tip-toes to press a kiss against his neck while stroking his hard member up and down in an experimental pace.

"Baby, I know you want to explore me, but tonight's my night to drive you wild; make you come hard and see stars." Brock told me, his deep voice cracking huskily, as he pulled back from me. Smirking, he added in, "But once we're back in Virginia we'll find some time to make sure that you explore me all you want for as long as ya want."

"Okay." I nodded, my voice a mere whisper, as removed my hand from Brock's member.

"Let's get you on the bed on all fours so I can get ya ready for our long night." Brock suggested while guiding me onto his bed. Kneeling on the bed behind me and rubbing my ass, Brock said, "Now, baby, you gotta be real quiet cause we don't want to wake up Pops."

"Oh god…" I let out in a mortified sigh as I remembered that Arlo was in the same house as us. Oh god, why did I agree to try out something new tonight for? I was about to ask if he was worried about getting caught whenever I was taken by surprise by the feel of Brock's tongue trancing over my slit while his nose bumped up and pressed into my ass. "Brock, this feels intense." I admitted in a mewl as the feeling of Brock eating me out from behind sent a shiver up my spine and a tingling down to my core.

"Good intense, right, baby?" Brock asked, his breath hot against my core.

"Yea, Brock. It's really good." I assured him as he rubbed my cheek before teasing my wet slit with his tongue.

I nearly arched off the bed and had to bite back a moan whenever I felt Brock slip two fingers inside of me while flicking his tongue over my clit. "I'm driving you crazy, huh, Gem?"

"Yea." I let out in a half-squeak half-moan as I felt his finger make a come-hither motion; brushing against my g-spot.

"Fuck, baby, you're clenching around my fingers. You gonna come soon, baby girl? Hmm, gonna come hard from me eating ya out and fingering you from behind?"

"Brock…" I moaned, feeling myself about to come undone just from his dirty talk.

"Come, baby. Come now so I can fuck you real good and hard." Brock ordered in a filty, deep and husky tone.

His voice and dirty talk went right thru me, down to my core, and I was coming undone while softly whimpering, "Brock…oh…god…Brock…"

He helped me ride out my high by lazily moving his fingers in and out of me. Once he finally pulled them out, he sucked them clean and remarked, "God, I swear I could eat you out all day. You taste so damn good.", before reaching for his wallet that was on his nightstand. Opening his wallet and grabbing a condom out of it, he stated, "You're gonna love this, baby. I swear, Gem, when I'm done with you, you'll be so sated."

"Will I still be able to walk right?" I asked (since I've heard some scary stuff about butt stuff from Izzy and Tiffany) while looking over my shoulder and watching Brock tear open the foil packet and roll on the condom, he grabbed from it.

"Yea, you'll be able to walk." Brock told me while getting into place behind me. Teasing me with the tip of his dick, he went on to say, "I'm just sticking a finger in right before you're ready to come, Gem. It won't hurt you, okay."

"Okay." I told him, resting my head against his pillows, while feeling myself relax against his teasing touch.

"I'll never do anything to hurt you, okay. I might push you out of your comfort zone tho since you were a virgin til we met." Brock assured me, rubbing my ass while slowly pushing his hard member inside of my wet heat.

"Okay." I whimpered as I felt him bottom out in me at a slow pace. Oh god, this felt even more intense then when I was in the backseat of his Jeep last week.

Brock pulled back, nearly slipping out of me, before surging forward in a slow, but steady pace. Back and forth he went with this pace a few times before giving my ass a slap. "Like that, baby?" Brock asked, his tone husky and full of lust. "Hmm, my little smartass likes a smack or two when fucking?" He dirtily asked before slapping my ass again.

He didn't slap my ass hard, in fact the slaps felt playful. God, it did something to me too. I don't know why, but it turned me on. "Yea, Brock, I like it."

Rubbing my ass, Brock wryly asked, "Want another smack before I fuck you like a goddamn jackhammer?"

"Yea. Do it, Brock." I told him, my breath feeling shaky, as I felt myself grow wetter with every thrust he made.

Brock gave me one last smack on the ass before moving his hand to the small of my back and pressing me down into the mattress while using his other hand to firmly hold my hip as he slammed himself hard and fast into me. I let out a moan, but thankfully it was muffled by the pillow my head was pressed against. Grunts were escaping Brock's mouth as he slammed into me over and over again. My fingers gripped the sheets for an anchor as I felt the pressure of pleasure build up deep inside of me.

"Goddamn, you feel so damn tight, Gem. So tight and good." Brock moan while removing his hand from my back and sticking it where we were connected. He teased my clit, causing me to moan into my pillow. I whimpered when he removed his hand from my clit. When he suddenly slipped his wet finger into my ass while pounding into me I felt myself loose it. Oh my god, I can't explain it, but I felt ready to fall off the edge for some reason. Keeping his finger inside of my ass, he pulled me up so that by back was flush against his chest while we both knelt on our knees. "Rub your clit, baby, and you'll come so fucking hard on my dick." Brock told me as his thrust got even faster.

I quickly shoved a hand to where we were joined, furiously rubbing my clit so that I could find my release, while my other hand grabbed Brock's neck as an anchor. God, between his fast pace (that was so fast I'm sure the bed would break at any moment), the finger he had stuck up my ass, and me rubbing my clit like a mad woman, I came with his name falling from my lips like a panted mantra.

He came undone right after me, grunting my name over and over into my hair. But the problem was when he came, I felt it. I could feel something snap and something warm shoot up into me. "Brock?..." I asked in a panic, looking at him from over my shoulder as he pulled out of me.

"Damnit, the condom broke." Brock mused, looking down at the broken condom that was barely hanging onto his now softening member and then back up at me.

OH MY GOD! Suddenly, full-fledged panic set in. "Brock, what the hell are we going to do? I'm moving to Culver tomorrow; I can't get knocked up!" I frantically rambled while he pulled the remains of condom off, stood up from the bed, and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

"Calm down, Gem." Brock told me while picking up his underwear. Pulling them on, he went on to say, "It'll be okay, we'll just clean up and then go to the 24-hr CVS a couple blocks away and get you some Plan B."

I arched my brow quizzically. "Plan B?"

"Emergency contraceptive. It works like a day after risky sex." Brock explained

"Oh…" I trailed off, nodding.

"I'll get a washcloth from the bathroom so we can clean ya up. Then we'll get dressed; go get that Plan B."

"Okay." I simply said right before he rushed out of the room to run down the hall to the bathroom.

Well, I'm glad he knows what to do in this kind of situation cause I don't. Hmm, since he's so cool as a cucumber I bet he's done this before. God, bet I'm just another notch on his 'fucked too hard and need to get Plan B' belt. What the hell was I even doing here? Before meeting Brock, I would've never acted like this.

"Don't worry, Gem. It'll be okay." Brock told me as he walked into the room, holding a wash cloth in his hand. I didn't say a word since I felt to shell shocked by this whole broken condom situation. I just nodded and let Brock clean me up.

Once we were both dressed, we went to the CVS a couple of blocks away. Brock drove and parked in front of the desolate store. Only us and another ca was in the parking strip by the curb. At least there was only a customer and a couple of employees in the CVS whenever I had to do my walk of shame up to the pharmacy counter. Brock had no shame tho, he was as calm and nonchalant as can be while asking for the Plan B from the pharmacist.

"That'll be $40, Sir." The pharmacist told Brock as she rung up the order.

Pulling out his wallet and getting out his card, he simply asked, "What're the side affects of this? We're headed back to Virginia tomorrow and I don't want her sick during a 5-hour road trip."

"The side effects are relatively mild, but include: tiredness, nausea, headaches, dizziness, vomiting, and lower abdominal cramps. Also, some women experience lighter or spotty periods. But if her period is more then a week late then it's suggested to follow up with a medical professional because that could be a sign of pregnancy."

"Hold on for a sec, I need to get her some aspirin and Pepto-Bimal if case she gets any side effects." Brock told the pharmacist, causing the middle-aged woman to just nod her head. Without a word, Brock led me into the section for the aspirin and then to the section for the stomach meds. After grabbing me some Excedrin and Pepto-Bismal, we returned to the pharmacy counter and he paid for my stuff.

"Have a nice day, Sir." The pharmacist told Brock, handing him over a white plastic bag, after he'd just spent $50.

Brock just nodded at the pharmacist before handing me the bag and saying, "Here's your shit, let's go home."

I wanted to sink into the floor and die whenever the pharmacist shot me a small, but thin smile as I took the bag from Brock right as he was ushering me away from the counter. God, it was as if she could sense that I was just another notch on his belt. Or maybe this isn't the first time he's been into the late-night pharmacy to buy one of 'his' girls Plan B either.

Whatever it was, I felt awkward. I never want to do this again. Stupid broken condom, making my night one big embarrassed mess. Hopefully my move to Culver tomorrow is less dramatic.

AN:

And I just had to put in some pre-move to Culver angst. I admit that the scenes with Gem's grandparents weren't planned, but were written cause the muses struck. Also, the spat between Arlo and Brock just happened too. And the lemons…yep…those lemons just had to end on an angsty note.

Next up will be the move to Culver (yea too much stuff wanted to be written in this chapter so we didn't get around to that…). Oh boy, Gem and Brock meeting the dormmate of room 310 and her soldier boyfriend's going to be fun.