Brock was silent then and Sarah knew he was trying to figure out what to say, what to do to make her listen to him. She had no desire to hear it.
He cleared his throat.
“Women fantasize about the very things I’m offering you.” He sounded as though he were reciting from a script.
She looked over at him cautiously, wondering if he had lost his senses.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He frowned. “It’s a favorite sexual fantasy for women. That of being with more than one man at a time.”
Sarah blinked, wondering what catastrophic event had thrown him into insanity. He had never seemed crazy before. A bit intense, but not insane. What was his problem tonight?
“Look, Brock, I fantasize about fucking Worf from that science fiction show, but the actual man does nothing for me. Does this tell you anything?” she asked him with exaggerated patience.
“Size isn’t everything, Sarah,” he bit out, offended. “I satisfied you plenty with what I have. I’m not exactly hot dog-sized, here.”
Sarah shook her head. Where the hell had this conversation got off track? Hot dog-sized? Not unless he was talking about the whole pack.
“What the hell does that have to with anything?” she growled, exasperated.
“You think cock size is more important—“
“My God, can you get any stranger tonight.” She stared at him as though he were an alien species. What the hell was his problem?
“You know, as tight as your cunt is around me, I don’t think you could handle a bigger dick.” He was still clearly outraged.
Sarah shook her head.
“I’ll figure that one out later,” she sighed. “I think you finally lost your mind though.”
“Most likely,” he bit out. “If I don’t fuck you soon I expect to sprout fangs and start howling at the moon. Dammit, Sarah, I’m dying.”
How could he be dying? He shared his brother’s lover. He had been home most of the day, with Marly available, willing— She fought her bitter cry.
“You fucked her today. I know you did. Don’t act frustrated and temperamental on me, Brock. “ Sarah was near tears now. How could he be so desperate for her after fucking another woman? His brother’s woman?
Silence filled the vehicle.
“How did you know?” he finally asked her, his voice quiet.
“Because I know how you look after being satisfied.” She gritted her teeth, fighting her anger.
“And I know how you look.” He glanced over at her, his face suddenly intent, almost bleak. “And how you would look, Sarah, if my brothers touched you. I’m not asking for more than I’ll give.”
“You think that’s enough, don’t you?” she whispered as he pulled into her driveway. “You think that’s all it takes to get me to agree?”
“No, I don’t,” he sighed raggedly. “But I’m not asking you to agree to anything or anyone but me. That’s all. Just me, Sarah.”
“For now?” she asked
He stared at her silently.
She laid her head against the back of the seat and breathed out tiredly.
“You’re killing me, Brock,” she whispered.
“It’s killing me, Sarah. I know you want me.” He turned in his seat, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. “I know you need me just as desperately as I need you.”