“Brock?” Mandy asked innocently. He spun around on the sidewalk, like he had completely tuned out the last part of that conversation including being- uh- literally caught red handed up her dress.
“What can I do for you ladies?” Brock flashed them his double dimpled grin and Jaz and Mandy nearly melted all over again. Both of them blushed. Big time.
Mandy recovered herself enough to finally get out a few words. “You’re tired too, aren’t you? You would rather just- go back to your room with your wife and leave us to the rest of our night?”
Brock feigned a yawn and Jaz let out a girlish giggle as he did. “I’m exhausted. Us old married folk turn into pumpkins at midnight. We better get back.” He circled around and his hand closed over June’s upper arm. She tried not to shiver, but she couldn’t help it. Her whole body reacted so strongly she nearly climaxed at his touch. Or the fact that her friends were going to get their way and she was definitely about to go back to Brock’s room.
And that most definitely did not involve sleep. If she was the equivalent of a male and was thinking with her vagina, her hoo-ha really liked that idea. Her brain seemed to have shut off completely because all she could do was stand there like a pile of mush and let Brock say goodnight to her friends, wish them well, and lead her back to the valet stand while they eagerly caught a cab, off to a night of sin and debauchery.
And god, the promise of both, as Brock helped her into the truck the valets brought around, was enough to kill whatever remaining brain cells she had left, because all her protests died a hard death and she sat silently while Brock drove them back to his hotel.
CHAPTER 15
Brock
As June perched uncomfortably on the edge of his bed, he couldn’t believe his luck. Nothing had gone like he thought it would, but somehow, as if by magic, she was there, in his room.
“I still don’t even know why I’m here,” June muttered, obviously reading his mind. She cast him a scathing glance, probably the hundredth one since they got in the truck after the show. “Oh right. You had your hand up my dress for half the show and for some reason I allowed myself to be turned into a steaming pile of bad decisions.”
Brock suppressed a laugh, but it came out as a snort. He snagged a deck of cards off the night stand and sat down across from June. She eyed him like he was going to jump her. He was… just not yet.
“There are worse things you could be.” He shrugged as he slid the cards out of their hotel standard box. He’d bought the deck from the casino as they walked through on their way to the bank of elevators that took them up to the room. “Like a steaming puddle of poo.”
June’s scowl deepened. “Why would you even go there?”
He grinned. “Just saying. And your friends like me so that should count for something.”
“It counts as the reason I’m here. For some reason, they want me to stay married to you. I don’t know why. They don’t find you at all attractive.”
Brock had to turn so she couldn’t see his shit-eating grin. Oh lord, even she had to joke about it. It was nice, finding a woman with a sense of humor. He didn’t know June well, but she seemed nice. Easy going. Funny. Like she’d be able to put up with a lot before she cracked.
She had put up with a lot.
Waking up married to a man she didn’t know probably fell into the category of a hell of a lot. Agreeing to go on a few dates with him- that was just icing on the cake. He wasn’t sure why she did. She probably didn’t even know why she hadn’t just demanded the annulment off the hop. He refused to credit it just to physical attraction, though he knew now, after that shower and his stunt at the show, which had his balls drawing up so hard he’d had to dislodge them out of his throat, that appearances or chemistry or whatever counted for something.
He’d spent the better part of the drive home from that ranch thinking about the shower. Except he hadn’t been playing June’s delicious naked body over and over in his mind- well, he had, but he also puzzled over how it felt to be with her.
It felt… right. It felt good. It felt easy. Natural.
He hadn’t found that with anyone. He was always too busy keeping his guard up. Or maybe he just hadn’t found the right body. Maybe it was just science and pheromones and all that. Maybe June just had the right makeup in more ways than one.