“Or a wife?” June stared at him ironically.
“Yeah. That could change. I could discover some different hobbies. I’ve heard that triple or quadruple orgasms can be quite fun.”
June’s mouth parted. Her eyes danced away, and her cheeks flushed again. She shifted uncomfortably before she dealt the cards. He inhaled sharply, which was a mistake, because he could smell just how much he was getting to her. She smelled musky and delicious. He wasn’t going to last long with her sitting so close, drenched right where he wanted to put his mouth and taste her.
She dealt their hands and then set out the five cards. He once again let out a triumphant cry when he flipped his hand to reveal two tens. There was also a ten on the bed.
“Three of a kind. I have you now.”
June smirked. She looked at her cards and threw them in without even showing him. She gathered up the cards and passed him the deck. “Ask away. I guess I can give you one question.”
He knew he shouldn’t go there, but he had to. “I confessed to being slightly jaded and to the fact that this marriage would save me a whole lot of time and trouble and that if we could be friends, maybe we could be something more and maybe it could work out. That, I guess, was my drunken motivation for getting into it in the first place. I want to know, really, what was yours? I mean, are you jaded as well? Was there someone who hurt you? Were you just tired of it all as well?”
June blanched. Her face grew paler with every single word he spewed out. Once he started, he just couldn’t stop himself.
Her lips parted and he set the cards aside. He wanted her to answer him, but he realized he might have gone too far. None of her questions were overly personal. He was going to tell her it was okay, that he’d ask something else, but then she spoke.
“I- I guess let’s just say that it was pointed out to me that I dated a lot of inappropriate people to avoid it working out and having to get overly emotionally entangled. I would say that was a fair assessment given that my last boyfriend left me for a dude.”
“What?” Brock knew he was busy eating flies, but he couldn’t snap his mouth shut. He nearly fell of the bed.
“Yup.” June smiled wryly. “Loser of the year award right here. I was humiliated. That’s why Mandy and Jaz brought me here. To Vegas. To blow off steam for the weekend. Get back on the horse, I guess.”
“And you did that one better.”
Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. God, did she realize how sexy she was with that dark look on her face? Yes, he realized, of course she did. She was staring at him like she knew exactly what it was she wanted.
“Since I have to sleep here tonight, with you, so that they can find some horses of their own, no pun intended, can we just get down to the part where we don’t do any sleeping? I’m done with the cards and the questions.”
Brock swallowed so hard that it nearly echoed through the room. Her words were the sweetest torture and the caveman inside of himself gave a victory cry and a war chant all at once. He imagined the brute fist pumping his damn club in the air.
Oh right. That was just his cock. Drillings its way through his pants.
“Yeah,” he forced out past the sudden constricting of his throat. “I think I can go with that.”
CHAPTER 16
June
Cards flew all over the place as Brock advanced. June stood quickly. She held out her hands in front of her like a buffer.
“You can’t tear this dress off.” God, she wanted him to. “Please. It’s not mine. I borrowed it from Mandy, remember?”
Brock’s strong sure hands captured her. They turned her deftly and tackled the zipper. His hands worked the garment free, frantic but gentle. He pushed the dress down her hips. She wasn’t wearing a bra, since it was strapless. The cold air of the room rushed up to hit her, but she had a second to think about it before Brock bent his head, his breath hot on the nape of her neck. He gripped her waist and slammed her hips up against his.
“Can you feel that? This is what you do to me.”
She could feel it alright. There was no mistaking the massive erection pressed up against her ass. Her body ached and she squeezed her thighs together to stop the heat from spreading. It didn’t work. She’d wanted him inside of her since that damn shower. She’d held him in her hand and watched him come. She couldn’t get that image out of her head. Him naked, his beautiful hard body pressed again hers. She wanted him on her, against her, inside of her, more than she’d ever wanted anything.