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“Are we back on the pervert thing?”
“No. I was thinking more along the lines of a crooked dick or something.”
He snorted and it sure as hell wasn’t graceful. He nearly choked on his saliva right after and had to cough to clear his throat. “No. Don’t worry. No crooked dick and I didn’t nut inside of you. Satisfied?”
“Not nearly.” June didn’t fully lose her smile.
“What’s going on with you? Even drunk, why would you have been desperate or crazy enough to take me up on my offer?” Brock immediately regretted his question. Some of the fire left June’s eyes and was replaced with pain, though she blinked hard to try and make it less obvious.
“Nothing. I- this isn’t going to work.”
“Why? You’re not with someone are you? Oh my god-”
“No. No I’m not with anyone.” The tone of her voice made it pretty obvious she didn’t want to talk about it and it didn’t take much brainpower to figure out that the pain in her eyes was probably related to that.
Brock shrugged. “There are worse ways to rebound.”
“You said that like a question.”
“I meant it as a statement.”
June shook her head. She eyed the plates of food on the bed. “Sorry. I thought I was hungry. I really don’t feel like eating anymore, but maybe they can box this up and I’ll take it with me. I have to get going. I have to make sure my friends know I’m okay. If I know them, they’ll be thrilled to see breakfast arrive with me.”
Brock checked the time. It was just before noon. Right. People in Vegas didn’t rise until the sun was setting. Dinner was breakfast. “No- I mean, you can’t just leave. We have to make a decision about this.”
“Hold your horses there, pervert. I wasn’t going to disappear.”
“Pervert. Nice pet name.”
“There are worse things I could call you.”
“Toothbrush thief.”
“Guy who whores around.”
“T-shirt snatcher.”
“Drunk marriage briber.”
Brock had to laugh. The real kind, straight from the gut. It had been a long time since he’d laughed that hard and he’d done it twice in the past five minutes. June cracked a smile too, like it was contagious, and she couldn’t help herself.
“See. We’re good together. We can laugh and joke, even about this. That’s something, isn’t it?”
June rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. If I didn’t laugh about it, I’d probably cry. I’ve cried enough lately.” She clamped down on her bottom lip with her top teeth, aware that she shouldn’t have said that out loud. He liked the way her teeth indented on her full lip. He wanted to be the one who bit it for her.
Hard enough to draw blood. Holy shit. That’s over the line…
He wasn’t sure what it was about the curvy little blond with the striking eyes and beautiful features that made him react the way he did. He’d seen beautiful women all his life. He’d been with beautiful women. Honestly, women far prettier than June. It was- there was something about her that drew him in and he wanted to let her. He wanted to burn up like that poor ill-fated moth if she was the fire. If she was a vampire, he’d sure as hell let her suck him dry.
More totally fucked up thoughts.
Case in point.
June was halfway to the phone, probably to call for a few boxes to take the food back to her hotel with her when she leaves. So, he stopped her. He put his hand on her arm again and she froze. She looked down at his fingers like they’d bite her. God, he wanted to, but certainly not with his hand. Her lips. Her nipples. Her ass. His cock throbbed, and his balls drew up tight. Oh, it liked that idea.
“Hey. We made a bet last night. Why don’t we make one now?”
“Are you crazy?”
“This is Vegas.”
“Uh- yeah, I know, but look where that got us.”
“We’re sober now. This is the kind of bet you’ll like, trust me.”
June pulled away gently and crossed her arms, which only accentuated the beautiful swell of her perky breasts. Brock nearly groaned in pain. His balls had just hit ten shades of blue and he’d just emptied them, twice, the night before. Hell, maybe even in the early hours of the morning. The point was, they had no right to hurt as much as they did.
“Uh- okay, tell me what it is and I’m sure I’ll tell you no.”
“Two days. Give me two days, the rest of the weekend. If you don’t have fun with me then I’ll give you the annulment or divorce or whatever work. We’ll figure it out. But if you do… then you have to consider at least trying to stay married.”
June stared at him for a few long seconds that had him sweating. When she smiled, he nearly exhaled his relief in a long rush like a lovesick fool. No, no, not love. This wasn’t about love. Maybe. Maybe that could happen eventually, though he doubted it. This was about turning a mistake into something that could work for them. Maybe it was also about fixing his blue balls. But not love.
