Page 16 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

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 look 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.

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