I moved my hips in a slow rhythm against his fingers, moaning and closing my eyes. My hard nipples poked out, aching and yearning for Rock’s lips. As if he’d read my mind, he lowered his head and kissed one and then the other. One finger, and then two, slipped into my wet channel, and I rode him while he nibbled at my hard nipples.

“God, Rock. Oh my—”

A knock on the door startled me.

“Damn it.” Rock removed his fingers from my pussy. “Not fucking now!”

“Seems we lost the moment.” I attempted a smile. “You might as well see who it is. Meet me in the shower.”

49

Rock

My fingers were still slick with Lacey’s sweet cream. When the shower water whooshed, all I could think about was Lacey’s gorgeous wet body…and I had to answer the damned door.

“Yeah, what is—” I opened the door and dropped my mouth open.

My brother Roy stood on the other side of the door. “Hi, Rock.”

“What are you doing here, Roy?”

He stood silently for a couple seconds. Then, “May I come in?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” I closed the door behind him.

“Sorry to bust up your weekend.”

“I’m not here alone, Roy.”

“I figured as much. I won’t keep you.”

“What do you mean you won’t keep me? You just flew two thousand miles, Roy. You obviously have something important to say or do here.”

“Yeah.” He looked down at his feet. “I’m just not sure how to begin.”

Yeah. I’d known he was hiding something. So much for that shower with Lacey. “Always best to begin at the beginning. Have a seat.” I motioned toward the couch. “Want a drink?”

“No thanks.”

“Do I need one?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Okay. Whatever was bothering my brother, I was going to have to pull it out of him with pliers.

Roy and I had never been close. Hell, I wasn’t close to any of them, but Roy was by far the most of a stranger. I hadn’t had hardly any contact with either him or Riley since I’d left New York in the first place. I wasn’t even sure he had my Montana address, but he could have easily gotten it from Reid.

“Who’s here with you?” Roy asked.

“None of your damned business.” Who was I kidding? Lacey would walk out as soon as she was clean and dressed. I couldn’t hide it. “Lacey Ward.”

“Dad’s lawyer? I’m not surprised, the way you were glaring at her date at the tavern the other night.”

“Yeah, well, she’s here, and she’ll be done showering soon, so you want to get on with it?”

He stood. “You know? This was a mistake.”

“For God’s sake, Roy. Sit down.”

He plopped back down in an almost obedient manner.

“What is it?” I asked again.