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It was tempting for me to head up to Hunter Valley when I got to Denver. A quick flight to Montana and I could see Eve again. Pick up where we left off.
“Why not go the other way straight to Singapore? It’d be a lot faster.”
“Taking up geography in your free time?” I stood and went to the tray of coffee and spandauer that had been brought to me when I returned to my room. I grabbed one of the pastries laced with cinnamon–my favorite one and always asked for it when I stayed here–and took a bite.
Fuck, they were good. Even if it was late at night.
He laughed. “I’m spending all my free time balls deep in my woman trying to knock her up.”
I didn’t really need to picture Dex and Lindy going at it, but Dex had always been an oversharer. Now that he was getting some on the regular, and with the woman he was keeping… hell, he’d married her, he was being an asshole about it. Or he didn’t really think about the fact that I was the only brother left who wasn’t having sex. Okay, once and in the back room of a bar. A spectacular, desk-sex quickie.
Dex wanted babies and a picket fence with Lindy and they weren’t wasting any time making that happen. I figured he had a few years left with the Silvermines, then he’d settle down in Hunter Valley and be a peewee hockey coach for the rest of his life.
“You need to find yourself one.”
I frowned. “I hope you only mean sex because I have no intention of knocking any woman up,” I said, my mouth full. No way. I was all for kids, but I didn’t want a Baby Mama. But sex? Oh, I’d go back for round two with Eve. My dick twitched at the thought.
“What the hell are you eating?”
“A Danish.” I stared at the sugary snack. I skipped the coffee because caffeine was the last thing I needed. Although I probably didn’t need a sugar rush either. I’d sleep on the plane. After I went through the latest itinerary, agenda, contract, or whatever else Bradley sent to me to review. “Although in Denmark they’re not called Danishes. Go figure.”
“I thought it was night there.”
“It is.”
“Back to making babies. You don’t have to pull the goalie. Just show up for practice.”
I rolled my eyes. “You and your hockey analogies.”
“Your dick isn’t meant forjustprocreating. You can whip it out and fuck with it every once in a while.”
“I did.” I said, shoving the last piece of spandauer in my mouth.
“This year?”
I sighed, flopped down on a reading chair by the window that overlooked Copenhagen. With sugary fingers I worked open the top button on my shirt and loosened my tie. I didn’t want to wonder why my brother thought I hadn’t had sex at any time this year.
“Before I left.”
“You were in Hunter Valley then.” He paused, clearly processing. “Wait. Wait… who the hell did you sleep with in Hunter Valley?”
“One-night stand.” I pictured Eve, bent over that desk with her dress flipped up, cowboy boots on, and that peach of an ass all perfect and… fuck. Now I was hard. And getting harder as I thought of how her pussy felt clamping down on my dick as she came. How she’d tasted when I’d eaten her out mid-fuck. The sound of her whimpers and moans of pleasure… she was a fucking siren.
He whistled. “So you’re not going to see her again.”
I ran my hand down my face, felt a few crumbs fall. “We fucked. She thanked me. She walked out practically before I got the condom off.”
“That’s it?”
“Are you expecting me to send you an engraved invitation to our wedding? We had a few drinks and things got… hot.”
Hot? She’d been scorching. Right there with me. Bold. Kinky, or at least a little bit. She had a touch of voyeur in her. Someonehadopened the door and caught us. I’d had my mouth on her slick pussy, feeling her orgasm on my tongue. The entire pro ski team could have come in and supervised and I wouldn’t have cared.
She’d liked being beneath me.Reallyliked my dick. She’d gotten off on the possibility of being caught. Twice.
Then she thanked me and left.
Wham, bam, thank you, sir.
