“That was fantastic,” he says.
“Amazing,” I agree. “You sure know what you’re doing.”
“So do you, sweetheart. So do you.”
“See? We don’t need a condom.”
“Oh, yeah, we do. Because I’m not letting you out of this bed until I’m back inside that pussy again.”
I giggle. I giggle like a schoolgirl. What is wrong with me?
“Does that cute little chuckle mean you’re on the same page as I am?”
“I’m on a page I never thought I’d be on,” I say.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You and me,” I say. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Sweetheart, it makes all kinds of sense from where I’m standing, or should I say lying.”
I giggle again. And I hate myself for it. “This is crazy, Brock. Totally crazy. I’m too old for you.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t care if you’re forty-five. You are exactly what I want right now.”
His words warm me, make me feel all giddy inside. Giddy like I haven’t felt in a long time. Not since I first discovered relationships and sex.
Which means I haven’t had something like this in a long time, and that’s kind of sad.
“Where do you see this going?” I ask.
Then of course I want to take back the words. So not the time.
“Where do you want it to go?” he shoots back at me.
I’d love it to lead to a baby.
I don’t say that, of course. I already put that particular foot in my mouth earlier. Thankfully he didn’t go running away screaming like a banshee.
“Honestly? I don’t know.”
“I don’t know either. Maybe we just take it as it comes. See where it goes. And we have a lot of fun along the way.”
God, his voice is so low and sexy.
“Sounds good,” I say.
“Do you still want me to take you home?”
I snuggle into his shoulder. “No. I’m good here if you are.”
“Sweetheart,” he says, “I can’t think of anything more wonderful than waking up with you in my arms.”
I smile against him. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.
I don’t know where I am at first. This bed is different, and the dog at the foot of it is not Zach.
But then… The hard body next to me. The spicy outdoorsy fragrance of Brock Steel.
And I remember. I’m in Brock’s bed.
We made love. Scratch that. We fucked. But it was good. It was so very good.
My body is on high alert. I feel…ripe. Fertile. Man, I still want a baby. For the first time, I think this thing with Brock could lead to something. Something amazing. I’m not going to screw it up by asking him to father my child again. If it does lead to something, he will eventually father my child.
And it will happen the way it’s supposed to. Because we fall in love.
I suppress a chuckle because I don’t want to wake him up. But seriously? I’m thinking about falling in love with Brock Steel?
That’s the strangest thought I’ve had in a long time.
But I’ll go with it. It feels natural. It feels good.
And I absolutely will not bring up the baby thing again.
I jerk as Brock’s alarm goes off. He groans, turns over, grabs his phone, and shuts it off.
Does he remember that I’m here? I’m not sure for a minute, because he closes his eyes once more. He must’ve put the alarm on snooze. If he didn’t have to get up, why would his alarm be set?
I tiptoe out of bed, but my ruse is ruined when Sammy jumps off the bed, wagging her tail and panting.
“Shush,” I say, petting her soft head. “You’ll wake him up.”
“Already awake,” Brock groans.
“Hey,” I say. “I’m going to let her out, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Do you need to get up for something?”
“There aren’t any days off on a ranch,” he groans again.
“Okay. Go ahead and sleep for as long as you can. I’ve got the dog.”
I think of Zach at home. Callie or my mom will care for him this morning. I feel a rush of guilt. I should’ve texted one of them.
I grab my jeans and shirt and wiggle into them quickly. Then I walk out to the kitchen to let the dog out. I have no idea where Brock keeps the dog food, so I look around and find a bag of kibble in the pantry. I pour some into Sammy’s bowl, and then I spy the coffeemaker on the counter. Coffee. That, I can do. A minute later, it’s brewing.
Now what? I could make breakfast.
Except I have no idea what Brock likes for breakfast.
I laugh out loud. He’s a Steel man. A total bacon, egg, and potatoes breakfast type. Or maybe Steel beef. They seem to eat that at every meal. My God, they must be cholesterol nightmares. Or maybe not since they stay so active.
I look inside the refrigerator. Sure enough, bacon and eggs. I don’t see any bread, which is odd. We had those great rolls from Ava’s bakery last night.