Page 47 of Mustang Summer

She threw her head back to call out her ecstasy.Brock’s shouts of coming mingled with hers.

Her body milked him as she shook, her breasts bouncing in front of his face.His rough hand left her center and he cupped her breasts as he rocked with his release.

Slumping over him, she had nothing else to give.He’d dominated her.He skimmed his hands around her back and hugged her close.They’d made their own cocoon of peace while the storm raged.

Behind her closed lids, flares of light brightened the room.A few seconds later, more thunder rolled through.

The worst of the storm seemed like it was over.The hail was done, but it was still raining and the sounds of dirt and debris getting thrown around filled the night.

Tension was creeping back into Brock’s shoulders where her hands rested.

“Do you need to go out and check the damage?”she whispered.

“Not until it clears up, then it’ll be dark any way.I want to stay here, with you.”

That was exactly what she wanted.She traced her fingers down his rounded biceps.“Do you have any ideas of what we could do?”

Brock laywith a hand across his chest, his features softened in sleep.

Josie stayed curled under his arm.The floor could’ve been more uncomfortable, but the softness of the carpet made it bearable.She’d been so exhausted, she hadn’t cared when she’d finally passed out.

Flickers of candlelight danced over the walls and the furniture.The curtains were still drawn, but daylight filtered in around them.After their round on the loveseat, he’d spread her out on the carpet and played with her body for another round.He’d dug out blankets and covered them when she’d been too boneless to freaking move.

Before he’d dropped down next to her, he’d lit two of the biggest candles, ones that could burn for hours while they slept.

Since he’d still been jerky with the rain and thunder, she doubted it was a romantic gesture, more like he needed the candles to soothe himself.Their soft glow contradicted the wind outside, giving the room a feel of safety.

He’d gradually relaxed as the scent of lavender vanilla grew stronger and the effects of the lightning were muted against the candles.She learned so much about him without him saying word.Or was it the other way around?He told her so much about himself, allowing a glimpse into how he worked.Did he even realize he was doing it?

His eyes slitted open.

“Morning,” she purred.

“Morning.”He half-smiled before a grim expression took over and he sat up.

He pushed himself up and it was her turn to ogle.His strong body bunched and flexed as he gathered his clothing.She was content to watch until he walked out of the room and up the stairs.

Josie looked around the empty room.Well, that was abrupt.

With a sigh, she rose, folded the blankets and gathered her own clothing.She shrugged into the same top and shorts until she could clean up and put on fresh clothes.Water kicked on in the house.Brock was taking a shower upstairs.

If he’d had any other expression on his face when he left, she might’ve been more offended.But how he’d acted during the storm and mentioning their crops, he must have a lot on his mind.

Really, itshouldbother her.But his behavior didn’t.She didn’t take it personally and it was refreshing to be given space.He understood she didn’t need her hand held through life.She’d never been a needy girlfriend and had resented being treated like one.

By the time she reached the upstairs, the water switched off.As she was looking for a room to set her stuff in, or wait for her turn, he came out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips.His black hair was slicked back, leaving his eyes clear to register his surprise at her hanging out in the doorway to the bedroom.

“I…” She licked her lips because in the light of day, Brock with no clothes was positively delectable.“I was wondering where I could put my backpack, but if the bathroom’s open…”

Had he expected her to take off?To wait downstairs?She’d ask, but that seemed more awkward.

He gestured to the bathroom.“I’m done.Just need to grab a bite before I go out and see what damage was done to the buildings.The guys are meeting me to inspect the fields.”He paused, looking past her into the bedroom but not focused on anything.His brow crinkled as he seemed to come to a decision.“Are you hungry?”

“Do you want me to stay for breakfast?”she asked cautiously.Why was he acting…odder than usual?

“Yes.”His quick answer lifted the weight off her chest.

“Are you sure?”she prompted with a smile.

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