She couldn’t stay mad at them. Jaz and Mandy were like her sisters. She loved them even if they were a pain in the ass sometimes. Wasn’t that really what friends were for? To call a person on their bullshit and love them anyway?
June slowly unlocked the door and pulled it open. She was immediately enveloped in a tight group hug.
She just had to make it through the night and the following day and she could get the marriage done and over with and put it in her past with all her other mistakes.
There shouldn’t be a hole in her heart or a clenching in her chest. There shouldn’t be a tightening in her stomach or a pressure building up at the bridge of her nose. Brock didn’t belong in the ex’s club with Chris, Shane, and Rob. Then there was the whole thing about every single cell in her body wanting more of him. More of everything. Her friends were right. Brock had pretty much ruined her for sex with anyone else and they hadn’t even had actual sex. Well, that she could remember.
I’m most definitely screwed.
CHAPTER 14
June
Brock pulled up in the same truck he’d taken them to the ranch in. He got out and flashed them a confident grin that revealed both dimples in his freshly shaven cheeks and likely made all of them sigh the most girly, wonton internal sighs.
He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants that were equally as sinful as those jeans he’d worn earlier. They were well fitted to the sleek muscles of his leg and his hashtag ass. His black dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, of course, to reveal striated, muscular forearms, also outlined the hard edges of his biceps. His clothes looked expensive and they outlined his body, making it look just as incredibly sexual, as hard and steamy, and fantastic as she knew it was underneath the black fabric. Even his hands were sexy, and they most certainly should not be. However, considering she still remembered what they’d done to her in the shower, they definitely were.
He was freshly shaved, his jaw smooth. His ash blonde hair was wiped back, his silky long strands laying very neatly. It looked very classy. His eyes sparkled and smouldered when they looked at her and that curl of his full lips told her that he certainly hadn’t forgotten about the incredible sex they’d had without actually having sex at all, a few hours ago.
All in all, he was annoyingly, grating, incredibly, ridiculously perfect.
Because he was a true gentleman, he helped Mandy and Jaz into the back seat of the truck. He saved the front for her.
June shouldn’t have been breathless, but when Brock swept up her hand in his and brushed a kiss across her knuckles, she nearly passed out from lack of oxygen. She’d borrowed a tight-fitting black dress which was plain, strapless, and classy, as it fell below her knee, from Mandy. Her hair was straightened, and her makeup was natural, just a few touches here and there, mascara, blush, and tinted lip balm. She knew she was probably no more than a six, but when Brock unfurled her fingers and sucked her index finger between his lips, when he caressed it with his warm tongue in a move that was so intensely sexual, she nearly ovulated on the spot, she felt more like the infinity that Jaz and Mandy were discussing earlier.
Brock released her hand with a wink and opened the truck door for her. She slid in, careful to keep her legs closed and not flash her black panties. Although, what was the point? He’d seen her entirely naked. Once that she could remember, and one time that she didn’t.
Annoyingly enough, Brock slid into the driver’s seat and navigated through traffic effortlessly. He didn’t appear at all affected. It was insane, given that June felt like she was burning up. She felt hot and sticky and all wrong in her own skin. She didn’t want to go to a damn show. She wanted to go back to his room and have a repeat of the dress ripping session from the night she couldn’t remember. Except that she’d remember this time. Each and every detail.
Mandy and Jaz tittered away in the backseat. June just hoped they hadn’t witnessed the way Brock sucked her finger into his mouth or the way he’d closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure, like he was tasting her somewhere else.
The hotel the show was at was huge and confusing, but Brock made quick work of handing the keys to the valet parking and getting them out of the truck. He led them through the maze of people, through the hotel lobby, through the casino, down a hall and into a line of people.