by Lindsey Hart
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. Drilling 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.
“Yes,” she whispered, when she realized Brock was waiting for an answer.
He turned her and she didn’t even have time to blink before his lips slanted over hers. He bruised her mouth, hot and hungry. He swallowed up the small whimper she made. Her hands moved all on their own, ripping at Brock’s shirt, tearing it away. She raked her nails down his chest as he nipped at her lips and sucked her tongue. He was rough, far too rough, but god, it felt so fucking good.
Her hands reached his pants and she ripped the button open and yanked them down his hips right along with his boxers. He kicked them away. Her thong was a tiny scrap of lace and she should have known it wouldn’t stand up. Brock ripped it away with a growl. Her skin stung, but the pain felt good. Knowing he’d literally destroyed her underwear to get to her, sent a ravenous ache spiraling through her.
“June…” Brock groaned. Her name on his lips did things to her insides. He dug his fingers into her hips and backed her up against the bed. She fell onto it willingly. She scrambled up and Brock fell on her, covering her with his massive form. He was warm and solid and looked like heaven. The lights were still on and she didn’t care one bit though she’d never had sex, that she could remember, in anything but the dark.
She whimpered when Brock suckled one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the bud and bit down gently. She groaned, bucking her hips up. His cock ground into her thigh, leaking there, mingling with her own arousal, which pooled at her thighs and trickled down.
He released her nipple and his head trailed down. She threaded her fingers in his hair as he trailed hot kisses over her belly, down, down further. She whimpered. She wanted his mouth, but she wanted his cock far more. She said nothing, embarrassed at the level of her need. She’d let him take control… for now.
“I want you to touch yourself,” Brock said in that sexy, deep, raspy tone.
“Where?” June breathed.
“Wherever you want, just as long as I can watch.”
June tensed. The lights were on and Brock was watching her. She was completely sober. One hand slowly trailed over her breast, until she found her nipple. She pinched gently and gasped at the sensation. She knew there was never a time when she’d played with her own nipples. God, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever touched herself either. Anywhere.
“That’s it. God, you’re so beautiful.” Brock spread her legs with his hand. He didn’t bend to kiss her there. Instead he gave her his hand. He massaged her with his fingers, trailing them through her folds. She watched as he brought that finger to his mouth and sucked her juices off. She couldn’t help it. Her hips bucked uselessly off the bed and a dark growl broke free from her throat. Brock’s eyes darkened. “So responsive. So sexy. So beautiful. So everything.” He began to massage her again, skimming over her clit, which sent a thousand shards of pleasure crashing through her. “You’re incredible, June.”
She mewled in response, especially as Brock did dirtier things to her clit. He applied just the right amount of pressure as he circled and flicked her. Her entire body tensed and tightened. She continued massaging her nipples, pinching and plying them.
Because he was the devil, Brock wasn’t satisfied with just her clit. He trailed lower, to her entrance and when he stuck his finger inside, she nearly came apart. She shook violently with the force of holding herself back.
Brock watched everything. She kept her eyes open and watched him too. That was the sexiest part, watching what he was doing to her. His expression was dark, sexual, raw, and hungry. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come,” he said darkly. She didn’t have time to respond before he bent his head and claimed her with his mouth. His hand worked her while his mouth feasted on her. She was so close, so close to being gone.
When his tongue flicked over her clit, circling hard, pressing down, suckling, she was lost.
She closed her eyes and gave herself up to it. She splintered into a million hot aching pieces. She screamed Brock’s name, clawed at his shoulders, his hair, anything she could reach. She soared and tumbled and exploded so fucking hard she actually felt like she’d damaged herself.
Her eyes flew open after and when the black spots dancing in front of her vision cleared, she found Brock staring at her, his smile satisfied, but his eyes dark and hungry. He was glorious, so beautiful, as he said she was. He was dark and raw and sexual in a way that she’d never known a man could be. She loved the way he commanded her body, the way he tore her pleasure from her. He’d given her the best orgasms she’d ever had in her life.
“Now,” he said thickly, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “Now what would you like me to do?”
CHAPTER 17
Brock
“I don’t know,” June panted, and it was adorable to see the spark roar back into her heavy-lidded eyes. Her face was flushed in the most beautiful way. Her breasts looked fulle
r, her nipples hard little peaks. Her sex was swollen and glistening and fuck, he couldn’t wait to be inside of her. One brow arched. “You?”
He laughed before he kissed his way up her stomach, over her breast, stopping to worship her sweet dusky nipples. “Absolutely,” he breathed against her neck. She shivered and arched into him, thrusting her hips up against his pelvis. His balls practically crawled into his throat. His cock ached and kicked hard, throbbing with the thought of plunging into her warm, tight body. He nearly exploded right there, against her stomach.
He kissed her to take his mind off his cock. He kissed her like he was starving, because he was. He’d never get enough of her. He rocked against her as he tore his mouth from hers.
“Brock,” she panted. “Get a condom. I can’t… I can’t wait anymore.”
Her begging him, his name on her lips, god it was too much. His cock kicked angrily, and his balls tightened like they were being fucking strangled. “Do you have any idea how amazing you are? How you feel?” He backed away, making himself shove off of her. He fumbled in his pants until he found his wallet. He produced a silver wrapped package, shredded it, and frantically rolled the condom over his dick. Just his touch nearly set him off. Fuck, he was never going to last.
“I want to take you from behind. So that we can both watch.”
“Yes,” she breathed. She never broke eye contact. June scrambled onto her hands and knees and he groaned at the delicious sight she presented. Her ass was round, her waist so damn tiny in that position. Her sex glistening and swollen for him.
Fuuuucccckkkkk. He thought briefly about turning off the lights just so he could hang onto that last thread of control, but that would defeat the purpose. He wanted to watch. He wanted to watch himself enter her, over and over again. He wanted her to watch him split her, fill her, bring her to another earth shattering climax.
Brock took a deep breath as he climbed onto the bed behind her. He fisted a handful of her glorious hair and dragged her head back, not rough, but hard enough that she gasped and then moaned.
“Do you like that?” he asked. He’d let her go if she didn’t.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “God, yes.”
He fisted his cock with his other hand and brought it to her entrance. Her heat burned straight through the condom. He teased at her entrance, passing his tip through her swollen folds, smearing her juices down his cock to lubricate himself.
Brock released June’s hair so that she could lean forward. He gripped her hip instead. “Watch me. Watch me slide into you.”
Her head tilted down, and her body tensed. He pushed in slowly, giving her just the tip, but when her hips rocked back violently, he was lost. He plunged inside of her and let out a growl. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Tight was a damn understatement. She was glorious. Warm and slick. Her muscles gripped his cock and it was all he could do to hold on.
He didn’t close his eyes. He watched as he pulled out, slick and shiny, and pushed back into her again. June moaned and bucked backwards, taking all of him. He was hot, achy all over. The inferno raging through him was going to consume them both.
“Are you watching?” he growled.
“Yes,” she panted.
Brock pushed in further. He ground his hips against hers, pushing in, pulling out, pumping harder, filling her over and over. He gripped her waist as he slammed into her, setting a frantic pace that he couldn’t control. He gave her everything, all of him. She took it, claimed him. Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the room, punctuated by their uneven breathing, her whimpers and his groans of pleasure.
He knew when her body tightened around him that she was close. He stroked harder. She ground against him wickedly as her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts. Her hips rocked hard, harder, and then she exploded around him. Her screams of pleasure filled up the room and her tight inner muscles clenched around him.
Brock couldn’t last. He closed his eyes, his hands dug into June’s ass. And he let go of his self-control. He thrust wildly, no rhythm, until he found his release. His cock jerked wildly, and he kept on thrusting, even after he’d blown inside of her. He rocked with her, coming down together. He rocked until he found his breath and could open his eyes again.
“God…” he ground out. “That was…”
“Perfect,” she finished for him. The aftershocks inside of her sent shards of lightning racing through hm. He groaned. He pulled out, ran his hands over June’s ass, then bent forward and placed a kiss there, against the beautiful pale globes. She jerked hard. Her hips swiveled backwards and he groaned.
“If you don’t stop being so sexy, I’m going to have to do this again. Maybe with you on top. So that I can enjoy the show from the front this time.”
June craned her neck around, eyes glistening. “Thank goodness. I thought you were going to say you were done for the night.”
He smacked her bottom playfully. “Give me a minute to clean up and I’ll show you who is done for the night.”
June flipped onto her back and threw her hands over her head. She was the picture of beauty, skin flushed, her goddess body on full display, her hair splayed like a halo around her beautiful face, her cheeks pink and her lips swollen from his kiss. She winked at him and her eyes blazed heat. “One minute then. I’ll be timing you.”
CHAPTER 18
June
Wow. Just wow. There weren’t actually words that could describe what it felt like to wake up in a luxuriously soft hotel bed that wasn’t hers, the sheets twisted around her naked body, her limbs entwined with warmer, stronger, granite ones. The soft snores of the man beside her drifted through the silent room, blocking out the hum of the air conditioner or bar fridge or whatever was making the sound. His even breaths were reassuring, peaceful, sweet. June inhaled deeply and filled up her lungs with his crisp, musky, manly scent. Her face flushed and her body awoke with a jolt. That scent wasn’t exactly clean. It smelled far more like a night of sin and god, that was sexy.
She was also deliciously, deliriously sore from her neck down to her… knees.
This isn’t right. He’s not really my husband. I don’t even know him. The panicked thought spoiled what would have been a pleasant morning.
June didn’t stretch or roll over and kiss Brock awake. She didn’t take the time to stare at the hard planes of his body, the defined muscle, the smattering of hair in the sexiest of places.
Thank god, when her eyes did wander over as she untangled her limbs and slid out of the bed, that the sheet covered up the parts of him that she apparently liked and couldn’t find sense enough to resist. That stops right now.
It wasn’t really her fault, she reasoned, as she hurried around the room, throwing on her clothes from the night before. At least they were intact that time. Mandy wouldn’t kill her for wrecking her dress. This is all their fault. Jaz and Mandy. Making me stay away from my own hotel room. Even if they didn’t start it, they weren’t helping.
With a drawn-out sigh, June gathered up her clutch. She had a room key this time, since she’d got one at the front desk to replace the one she’d lost. She could go back to her hotel anytime. Anytime, as in, immediately. She’d go, wait a few hours, and call Brock. He’d promised her another day of fun, but really, she knew she couldn’t do it. She needed to talk about getting that damn annulment or divorce or whatever. She just couldn’t be married to him. He was a stranger. She knew nothing about him. The whole distance dating thing didn’t work and she sure as hell wasn’t going to relocate so that she could get to know a casual Vegas fling better. That’s all this is. It’s just a rebound with a handsome as sin stranger and some really good sex because I damn well deserve it.
June turned, about to head out of the room and to the lobby below, where she’d try and catch a cab out front. Even though it was morning, the hotel could probably call one for her if there weren’t already some waiting. Her eyes danced around the room. They roamed over Brock’s sleeping face. He look
ed so peaceful and so serene in sleep. His features smoothed out. He was handsome, but in a childish, innocent way.
Her eyes flicked over to the night stand, for no apparent reason that she could gather.
They chanced over a black folder and she let out a breathless gasp. She tiptoed over and gripped the folder. It weighed almost nothing, was made out of hard paper, and was smooth and cool to the touch. She ran her fingers over the gold embossing before she opened the folder.
She was married to the man in the bed and she didn’t even know his last name. Her eyes scanned the certificate until she found it. Brock William. Maybe a quick online search back at the hotel room would tell her more about the stranger who was her legit husband. She knew that he could kiss like a demon, that he was sinfully charming, that he won her friends over easily, that he was witty, that he could plan ahead, that he didn’t get stressed when he drove and navigated with ease. He seemed to do everything with ease. He had a nice hotel room. He dressed well. She figured he had money, but he’d blown off the question. Not that it mattered. She was just… curious. She wouldn’t stay with him either way. It might be fun. He might be sexy, but she couldn’t be married.
Sliding the folder back where she found it, June tiptoed out of the room. She shut the door quietly and made it down to the lobby and outside. Thankfully there was a cab waiting. She slid into the cool backseat and directed the driver to her hotel. The guy, along with every other cab driver in Vegas, didn’t drive like Brock. There was a whole lot of angry lane changes, rapid turns and hard rights that left her dizzy and jostled in the backseat. She was relieved when they finally pulled up in front of her hotel. She tipped the guy anyway, since she had to admit, he was at least efficient.