Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Is everything okay?”
I pulled back her chair, lifted her out of it, and wrapped February in my arms. “It will be in a minute, and for the record, I’m stone-cold sober.”
CHAPTER 8
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February
It felt like time stood still as Brock placed his ginormous hands around my face and began to devour my lips. The entire room faded away, and I couldn’t have cared less if anyone walked in. I’d waited too long for this moment.
Brock tasted so damn good as our breaths collided. I couldn’t get enough. My body bent back as he leaned over me, pressing his hard chest against my breasts. How long had I been missing out on this experience? Brock was one hell of a kisser, intense yet tender. Just like him, honestly.
My hands found their way to his thick, brown hair, tugging and raking. If only we weren’t in this room, but rather alone in my bedroom, maybe just maybe Brock would lose his inhibitions and give me what my body had been longing for since shortly after I met him.
He groaned over my mouth. “These lips are going to be the death of me.”
“It’s about damn time you kissed me, you big dummy.”
Brock smiled over my mouth.
“Oh my goodness. February, why are you kissing your brother?” a voice interrupted, prompting me to jump back.
I turned to find the woman who worked the front desk standing there. Busted. I went to open my mouth, but Brock gave me a look. “Sorry. I should clarify that I’m actually her stepbrother, not her blood brother.”
It hit me now why they’d given Brock access. He’d said he was family. They were better about allowing family visitors. They probably thought it was some kind of emergency, when the only apparent emergency was in Brock’s pants.
“Sorry…” I said to her. “My stepbrother and I have really missed each other.”
Brock shrugged.
The woman said nothing before walking away, looking mortified. After she left, Brock and I broke into laughter.
“I can’t believe you told them I was your sister.”
“Well, I don’t have a sister, so…” He winked. “Always wanted one.”
Looking out in the hall to make sure the coast was clear, I took his hand and led him down to my bedroom.
Once inside, he placed his lips on mine and rasped, “We’re hiding in here now?”
Nodding, I threaded my fingers through his hair. “Until you get kicked out.”
I was ready to climb him like a tree when we were once again interrupted.
Morgan barged into the room, walking backward, and holding her phone in camera mode. She must’ve either gotten her previously confiscated phone back, or had smuggled yet another one in. Morgan had been so into her vlogging that she backed right into Brock.
“Oh my goodness! You’re literally a ton of steel. Just like I imagined.” She held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Lumberjack. Surprised they let you into this place.”
Brock narrowed his eyes. “Still calling me Lumberjack?”
“It’s sort of the nickname we’ve given you,” she said.
He turned to me. “Well, I suppose with the way I’ve acted some days, there are worse things you could be calling me behind my back.”
Feeling my cheeks heat, I shrugged before realizing that I should probably introduce them.
“Brock, this is my friend Morgan. She’s the person whose phone I’ve used while here. She loves to document her life, so being friends with her means being included in multiple vlogs that have yet to be disseminated around social media.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Any friend of February’s is a friend of mine.”
Morgan’s eyes glimmered. “Rumor has it you have some brothers?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. One of them is a little too young for you, but he’d give you a run for your money on social media. He likes playing around with his camera as well.”
I laughed thinking about how social Axe had been.
“Oh, I think I know that brother.” She winked. “Saw a little too much of him.”
“Too bad she can’t cook here in this place,” I cracked. “She’s out of the running for Trevor.”
Morgan blinked in confusion. “What?”
“Never mind.” I chuckled. “Actually, would you mind giving us some privacy? I have a feeling he’s going to get kicked out soon.”
“Oh, yeah…sure.” Morgan grabbed her camera. “Nice to meet you, Brock.”
“You too.” He nodded.
After Morgan left, I locked the door, and Brock’s expression turned serious.
“Considering you’re right—that we probably don’t have a lot of time—I do need to talk to you.”
I straightened. “Okay…”
He cradled my cheek. “As much as it might seem like I came here just to kiss you, I want to discuss what happened last night.”
“What about last night specifically?”
He slid his hand down. “First off, I want to apologize for the way I acted.”
“I have to say, it was the first time I’ve witnessed you so out of control. Can’t say I hated it. But you were drunk, so it really doesn’t count.”