Page 19 of The Gruff Loner’s Bargain

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.”

chapter

eleven

Landry

I wake up with the most raging hard-on that’s ever raged. It feels like one tiny brush against me and I’ll pop off like a rocket. I groan, and then realize I’m pressed against something so soft, so warm, and so perfectly feminine.

I lean forward, burying my face into her hair.

“God, you smell good.”

Her perfectly ripe ass flexes against my dick. And that’s when I realize my hand is inside her shirt, cupping her bare breast. The weight is perfect against my palm.

“Brooklyn, you’re driving me wild. Please tell me I can taste you.” I squeeze her tit, then rub my knuckles against her hard little nipple. “Darlin, please, you’re killing me.” I rock, searching for any friction for my aching cock.

“There’s cake,” she murmurs.

“Yeah, baby, I’ll eat your cake.”

“What?” Her question is shrill as if she just woke up.

Ah fuck. Clearly, awake and alert Brook is not nearly as into that as I was.

“I thought you were awake,” I rumble against her ear.

“Did you say you would eat my cake?” she asks.

I chuckle. “I’ll eat anything of yours that you’ll let me.”

“You are like a walking temptation.” She surges away from me and stands up, spinning around to face me. “I meant we have that cake tasting thing to go to.”

“Your nipples are still hard,” I lean up on my elbow.

She looks down at her chest, then at mine. She smirks. “So are yours.”

“Mine pretty much always are with these.” I flick one of my barbells. I get out of the bed, not even bothering to hide my erection. The tent I’m pitching in my boxers is indecent at this point.

Her gaze slides down my body, and she licks her lips.

“Goddamn, woman, you can’t look at me like that. Unless you want me to strip off your clothes and fuck you for the rest of the day, you better go get dressed.”

She squeaks and turns on her heel, rushing into the bathroom.

I pick up my phone to check the day’s itinerary. Cake tasting and then our mock wedding tonight, but she has a mini dress shopping experience and I have to wear a damn penguin suit.