Chapter 7
SEVEN
Willow
Once we head back to the hotel everyone is already there. I hold up the items we did happen to find, and give Hartford a crooked smile.
“We tried,” I say to her. “I feel like Brock and I fought the entire time.” As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize my faux pas.
We’re supposed to be dating. We should be in that fun and new stage of every relationship. The honeymoon phase, and here I am telling Hartford we’ve been fighting.
“Fighting?” Hartford asks as she lifts a brow.
I cough, and wrap my arms around Brock. “We do that sometimes,” I say in a rush, like it’s no big deal.
“We call it foreplay,” Brock says, coming to my rescue.
When Brock understood about Lake, it changed my mind about Brock in a few ways. He’s not the brute I always thought he was. He actually does have a heart beating somewhere behind that perfectly carved chest.
Why does Brock have to be so stacked with muscles? Like he’s got muscles in places I didn’t even think were possible. And his smile. Ah, melt.
I’ve always thought Brock has a perfect smile, even though I’ve never seen it aimed at me much before.
Until today. When I told him why I wanted to make Lake jealous. Brock smiled, and the sight of it nearly knocked me on my ass.
Hartford smiles, and we join everyone as they chatter about where they found the various items. Brock keeps his arm around my waist, and as soon as he spots Lake standing near Tripp, he moves us in that direction.
“We didn’t win,” Tripp tells us, a smirk across his lips.
Brock nods at him. “We got a little busy, and decided to head to our room instead of looking for items.”
My eyes widen as Lake’s blue eyes shoot to mine.
“You were having sex while you were supposed to be playing a game?” Lake sounds perturbed. I know that tone of voice, and he thinks what we were doing was stupid.
I fluff my hair, pretending it got a bit unruly from romping around with Brock. “We were playing our own little game.”
Brock’s eyes meet mine. “I think I won that game, right?” His eyebrows rise a little. “Four times? I was able to get you to…ya know…four times. Must be some record.” And oh my god, Brock turns his attention to Lake.
Like some sort of bragging and pissing contest. My cheeks flame hot red.
“Four times?” Lake shouts out, gaining the attention of the rest of the crowd.
“Shh,” I say. “Can we stop talking about our sex life?” I ask Brock.
Brock’s chest is a bit puffed out, and he does look proud. “Sure thing.”
My mind shifts for a moment. I wonder if Brock could make me come four times in one afternoon. If I’m being honest, I’m going to guess no. Not because I think Brock might be lacking talent in the bedroom. He’s probably really good.
Oh god.
I glance down at his package, and immediately snap my eyes up to his face. My cheeks are still red, and I swear they grow even hotter as my mind races with thoughts of how Brock could get me off.
Honestly, I’ve never had more than two orgasms in one sexual encounter. And those two times were never with Lake.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure one day Lake would make some other girl really happy. Just not me. We were like oil and water in the bedroom.
I wonder if Brock and I would be too. Sometimes I think it might be me. Maybe I’m the issue. Maybe I’ve never had a man take charge and give me four orgasms just because he can.
This isn’t a romance novel. This is real life.
There’s nobody that can rock my world like that.
Especially not Brock.
But he does have really big hands.
Later in the evening, we’re all situated around a big table, chatting away about the earlier scavenger hunt.
Anya and Griffin won the scavenger hunt, of course, and I honestly think they won because Anya is such a go-getter. She’s a determined little thing, and Griffin is too.
“He’s so cute,” I say, looking into the little baby carrier, holding Shepherd and Felicity’s new son, August. “I love the name.”
Felicity’s eyes light up. “Thank you. We love him.” She gazes up at Shepherd, and I honestly think the two of them are just perfect for one another.
I look around the table at the Atwood brothers.
Callum’s the oldest, and just got off the plane a few hours ago to join in the festivities.
He’s a complete workhorse, and honestly, Hartford wasn’t sure he’d even make it to Vegas at all.
He runs the Atta Boy Brewery and Restaurant, owning it with his father and a few other investors.
Shepherd, Paxton, and Griffin run it alongside him, but Callum is the most involved.
I don’t think he’s ever taken a complete day off.
He swipes at his phone, engrossed in the screen, and I’m willing to bet he’s working from his phone right now.
Shepherd’s the second oldest, and has lived next door to Felicity for as long as I can remember.
They used to never get along, until one night everything changed.
I don’t know the whole story, but I do know they recently had a baby, August, and brought him to Vegas with them, along with Felicity’s mother to watch the baby so they can hang out with the wedding party.
Paxton’s next, and this man could charm the blossoms from the trees in the dead of winter. He’s known Hartford his whole life. They’ve been besties since kindergarten, and now they’re getting married. I honestly want to cry when I think about it.
Anya’s next in line, and she started dating Griffin not too long ago.
He’s been a friend of the Atwood family since high school, and they had a rough go at it in the beginning, trying to keep their relationship hidden from her older brother, Callum.
But everything’s worked out, and they are so cute together.
Griffin’s the head chef at Atta Boy Brewery, and Anya works the private events.
Brock is next, and he works at the brewery too.
He makes all the delicious beer that I love to drink.
I’ve known Brock for years, being best friends with his sister, Anya.
But we’ve never really gotten along. As I stare at Brock talking with his younger brother, Tripp, I’m not even sure why we don’t get along.
Tripp is the youngest, and honestly, I don’t really know him all that well. He’s always just kind of been there. I know he’s too young to drink, and I know he’s not very happy about it.
I study Brock as we all sit here having dinner, and my previous thoughts trickle back into my brain. What would Brock be like in the bedroom?
Would he be able to get the job done?
Would I like it?
I focus on Brock’s hands as he casually spins his beer bottle in one hand, and has the other traipsed lazily on the back of my chair. His fingers trace small circles on my shoulder, and it sort of gives me the chills.
My eyes meet Lake’s from across the table, and I stiffen in my chair. He studies me, studying Brock, and I square my shoulders, leaning in to rest my hand on Brock’s lap.
Brock nearly spills his beer as my palm comes in contact with his thigh under the table.
“Hi,” I whisper to him, and his brown eyes widen.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Hey there,” he says back.
“Can you two please keep your hands off each other while at the table?” Anya says, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know if I can,” I say with a smile, my hand rubbing Brock’s muscular thigh under the table. Wow, I’ve never felt a thigh this solid before. His pants tighten, and I pause, knowing I’m awakening his…item.
Brock clears his throat, placing his large hand over mine. “Don’t stop,” he whispers to me, and I reposition myself.
Now I’m sitting, facing the table, engaged in the conversation around me, as my hand runs over Brock’s thigh, feeling every muscle tense and loosen beneath me.
He’s slowly moving my hand closer to the danger zone the longer I rub on him.
Nobody’s paying us any attention, and we all laugh as Paxton says something funny that I can't even remember at this point.
All I can focus on is Brock’s thigh underneath my palm, and how good it feels.
Brock leans over toward me, his mouth near my ear and whispers, “You might want to stop now because if you keep doing this I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll do to you next.”
My eyes widen. “Really? Like four times worth?” What am I even asking? I need to put a halt on this, now. I stand up in a rush. “Anya, let’s go to the bathroom.” And then I rush out of the room.