Chapter 10

chapter

ten

Brook

He leaves me with those parting words, and I watch the water slide off of his tatted back. He dries off, then wraps the towel around his waist and slips back inside the cabin.

I let out a breath.

"What the hell just happened?" I ask myself out loud like a lunatic. But then I answer. "He just propositioned us."

And now I'm plural. Fuck. That man scrambled my brains.

I'm so turned on right now, it is tempting to slide myself in front of one of those powerful water jets and get myself off. Or I could go inside and join that delicious man in the shower.

I mean sex with him would be off the charts hot, I can just tell. I flex my hand remembering what the weight of his erection felt like against my palm. He's definitely proportionate in the size department. Tall man, big hands, big feet, super-sized dick.

I stare out at the mountains, watching the sun set behind them, streaking the sky with pinks and oranges.

Hooking up with Landry would be hot and, no doubt, satisfying. But also super complicated. He's best friends with my sister's husband. What happens if, when we get back to Saddle Creek, we can't get along anymore? And then he and Greyson are going to be working with us to get all of our buildings constructed.

Getting involved would be too messy.

Once I'm back inside and have showered and gotten ready for bed, I grab my phone to send some of my observations to Natalie. I describe the place and send pictures.

ME: I think it's too big though. I don't know… I am hoping ours is more personal.

ME: I'm probably being overly picky, but I don't want ours to feel like a wedding factory.

NATALIE: I think I know what you mean.

NATALIE: And it makes sense.

NATALIE: How's everything else?

I chew on my thumbnail a bit before I send the question I've been wanting to ask her for days.

ME: Is Landry always such a big flirt?

NATALIE: Oh no, is he flirting with one of the other brides? Oh, or the staff?

ME: No, just me.

NATALIE: So he's doing a good job pretending to be your fiancé?

ME: He's doing such a good job, I nearly believe him myself.

ME: That's the problem.

NATALIE: Ohhhhh!!!!!

NATALIE: YOU LIKE HIM!

ME: No need to scream at me.

NATALIE: You do, don't you?

ME: He's hard not to like. I've tried.

ME: He's annoyingly friendly and thoughtful.

ME: And he's so freaking hot!

ME: Did you know his dick is pierced?

NATALIE: ACK!!! No. Why would I know that?

NATALIE: Why do YOU know that?

ME: It just came up.

NATALIE: I'll bet it did.

ME: Not what I meant.

ME: The conversation came up.

NATALIE: About his dick?

ME: No just the piercing. Never mind. I'm making this sound dirtier than it actually was.

NATALIE: It's not true unless there are pictures.

ME: I'm not taking a picture of his dick.

ME: Aren't you a happily married woman?

NATALIE: Yes, but you would not believe how horny pregnancy hormones make you.

ME: Did not need to know that.

NATALIE: So are y'all gonna hook up or what?

ME: No. This is a business trip.

ME: Besides, getting involved would be too messy considering he's Linc's friend.

ME: Oh and the contract he and Greyson will get for our buildings.

NATALIE: Sometimes making messes is the most fun of all.

Several hours later, after tossing and turning, I still firmly believe that the unwanted complications could blow up in my face. I feel so damn guilty about being in this comfy bed when he's… well, I don't even know where he is.

I slip into the bathroom and find him sprawled out in the tub. His long legs are stretched over the edge, back is at a weird angle and he's got a pillow shoved behind his neck. But this man has been nothing but kind to me. If I make him sleep in the tub, he's going to need back surgery when we leave.

I grab his foot. "Landry." I shake it.

"What's the matter, Manhattan? If you found another fucking lizard, you can kill it yourself."

I giggle. "No, silly. You just look very uncomfortable. I don't have enough money to pay for your chiropractic bill, so just come share the bed with me. It's big enough that we'll practically be in different time zones."

He arches his back and I hear it crack. "Thank you, Brooklyn. I promise I won't touch you unless you beg me too."

I snort. "Fat chance I'll be begging you for anything, mister."