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The woman with the hard nipples wanted to kill me. Or punch me. Whatever the case may be, I could work with it.
“They’re in love,” I said.
Her name was Brooke, and we were standing on the sidelines, along with the other couple dozen or so guests. We were watching the bride and groom take their first dance as husband and wife.
I leaned toward her to say that, which put my face within easy kissing distance of her. She looked up at me, and I felt it again. That heat, that draw, that feeling that I had to have this woman.
It wasn’t just sexual. That was the weird part. I wanted to get to know her. To figure out what made her tick. I was drawn to her in a way I couldn’t fully grasp.
“I think this is the part where we’re supposed to dance,” she said, lifting her head to look up at me. “Everyone else is.”
Sure enough, people were heading out onto the makeshift dance floor near the bar in Scoreboard Bar and Grill. Yeah, a weird place to have a wedding, but who was I to judge? I was a professional trapper with pictures of my conquests on a trophy wall in my cabin. There was even a giant bear rug on my living room floor.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.”
I grabbed her hand and led her the few steps necessary to put us officially on the dance floor. The wedding had been a small one, which was fine by me. But the best part of it was that most of the attention was on my big brother and his new bride. Nobody seemed to notice the two of us over here.
I pulled Brooke against me, clasping her left hand in my right. That was the way most of the couples around us were dancing. It gave us a little bit of distance. If I pressed close to her, she might feel my hard-on—something I’d been battling since getting an unobstructed view of those plump breasts with dusty pink nipples. That sight was imprinted on my mind and probably would be there for years to come.
“Still want to break them up?” I asked, hoping the answer would be no but fully expecting her to say yes.
She was staring at the couple, eyes narrowed. “They’re in love today, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. Her life is in Roanoke with me. It’s where her job is. Her apartment. Her friends.”
She looked up at me then, and I saw something different in her expression. Not the skeptical expression she’d worn when I first met her. No, something had changed. Watching the two of them get married affected her, whether she’d admit it or not.
“Zoey was going to put her career first.” She looked over at the happy couple again. “She came here on some sort of search for adventure after reading that article about all the hot, single men in Blackbear Bluff. She actually told me if she got serious about a guy in the next year, I should slap some sense into her.”
“You probably shouldn’t slap the bride,” I said. “The other guests wouldn’t like that too much. But I have to admit, I hated that article when it first made the rounds on social media.”
She frowned. “Why’s that?”
“It made us sound like a bunch of horn dogs, desperate for a lay.”
Lay. That probably hadn’t been the nicest way to put it. But I’d spent seven years in the military and all my buddies worked on the local logging crew. I was out of practice in cleaning up my language for women. But if it bothered this particular woman, she didn’t show it.
“And you aren’t?” she asked, her mouth twitching a little to indicate she was fighting a smile.
He glanced over at the bride and groom again. “So far, every woman that’s come to town has ended up nabbing one of those supposedly sex-starved guys.” He returned his stare to her face. “I’ve yet to see a woman who can bed one of us and walk away the next day.”
She smiled up at me. “That sounds like a challenge.”
Oh, hell. If she wanted to see it that way, who was I to stop her?
“One time with me, and you couldn’t walk away,” I said. “That’s the challenge.”
This was where I expected her to get offended, maybe slap me if she wasn’t going to do that to the bride. But instead, her eyes seemed to light up a little as her smile widened even farther.
“I’ll bet you I can walk away in the morning if we go up to my room right now and fuck,” she said.
That word, coming from that pretty little mouth, made my cock jump to life again. I wanted her to say it as I slid into her pussy. “Fuck me harder. Harder. Like that.”
At this rate, we’d better get to that room fast.
“What are you betting?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Your brother’s marriage.” She took a step back, ending the dance. “If you win, I keep my mouth shut. But if I can walk away afterward, you help me talk the two of them out of filing that marriage license.”
The last thing I wanted to do was mess with my brother’s life. He knew what he was doing. He loved the woman he’d just married.
