Page 3 of Chasing Forever
“Want to see the video?”
His idea of a joke. So… him. I try to step into my panties while still covering myself with the sheet. Brooks is back on the edge of the bed, shirtless, and unapologetically watching me, that damn smirk prominent on his delicious lips.
“Did I lose a bet?” I ask.
“Do you think you’d wager a bet with me as the prize? Aww… that’s sweet. I’m touched.”
I scoff, then abandon the whole idea of trying to get dressed discreetly and opt for faster, dropping the sheet and stepping into my underwear.
“Why would being married to me be so bad anyway?”
I search the room and head to the side of the bed where my bra hangs from a lampshade. “Oh, I don’t know, how about the fact that your brother is my ex-fiancé? Do I need another reason?”
He blows out a breath but says nothing.
I snap my bra in place, but in order to get to my dress, I have to cross past his almost naked body to reach the other side of the room. “It’s probably not even a real marriage. I mean, where did we go, some sketchy chapel open twenty-four hours?”
“According to this, it’s real,” he murmurs, reaching over to the nightstand and holding up a piece of paper. “Congratulations, Mrs. Brooks Watson.”
I step into my dress and slide my arms into the sleeves. “Easy fix. We’ll just get an annulment back in Willowbrook.”
He drops the paper on the mattress and stretches back on his hands, watching me struggle with the zipper. “Want my help?”
I tug again, but the zipper refuses to budge. “No.”
“I’m probably the one who unzipped it…”
I stop and glare. “Don’t remind me.” I point at his nearly naked body. “And put on some pants.” I circle my finger in the air at his sizable bulge.
“I bet that’s not what you were saying last night.” He grins.
I clench my jaw, reminding myself everyone makes mistakes. Although there’s something about the Watson brothers that just short-circuits my brain. It’s as if my talent for bad decisions levels up around them.
“Think about it. Me prying you up off your knees, you begging me to let you suck me off.” His damn smirk widens. “I wonder if I gave up my opportunity for head in the hopes of sinking inside you and hearing you moan my name like you needed me more than air.”
Our eyes meet, and I attempt to keep a cool demeanor as if I’m not racking my brain to remember that moment. To feel him fill me.
Thankfully, the zipper finally loosens, and I secure my dress. Searching the room one more time, I beeline it over to my purse on the chair and slip into my shoes. “You say one word about this, Brooks, and you’re dead.” I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to leave this room.
“You can’t run from this.”
A knock sounds from the other side, and I jolt back.
Brooks laughs, and I inch up on my tiptoes, seeing my brother through the peephole. “It’s Bennett,” I whisper.
“Interesting.” He raises those too-perfect eyebrows. “So, what’s your next move, Lottie?”
I look around the room and decide my best bet is the closet. “Get rid of him and take off that ring.”
I rush into the closet, hoping whatever Bennett wants is quick, so I can get the hell out of here and remember how and why I married Sheriff Brooks Watson.
Chapter Two
Brooks
Bennett knocks a second time, and Lottie sticks her head out of the closet, pointing from me to the door.
“I’m not your dog,” I mutter, making my way over.
