“Come in.” He hollered out.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I’d really like to brush my teeth.”
“You don’t strike me as a prude, Grace, and I’m sure you’ve seen your share of naked men.”
“You’d be right.” She chuckled. “You know, your talents are going to waste sitting behind a desk.”
“What talents are those?” he asked from the steam fogging the glass shower door. Pity.
“Seduction 101.”
He chuckled as she wet her toothbrush and slathered on the toothpaste.
“That wasn’t a seduction, Grace. That was me complimenting your assets.”
“Assets, right.” She had plenty of those. Just ask her sister. The seams in her favorite jeans would never be the same because of the size of Grace’s assets. She brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth as the shower water cut off. She hopped up on the sink counter. “Why are you still single? Are you afraid of getting burned again?”
“I’m busy helping others.”
The door opened, and Sam stood there, in all his manliness, as he grabbed a towel and wiped his face. The biggest, thickest sausage she’d ever seen was standing fully erect.
“You should register that thing as a choking hazard.”
Sam secured the towel around his waist. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
“You must date porn stars.” That would explain a lot. Maybe he’d starred in one she hadn’t seen. She’d be checking her collection when she got home.
“Foreplay is a must.” He winked as he moved to the counter and grabbed his own toothbrush.
“You’re a very secure guy. If I were you, I’d join a nudist camp and be walking around naked like Tarzan. Screw the leaf covering your junk. You’d probably make the average nudist feel a bit insecure. You could be king.”
The creases around his eyes deepened as he smiled around his toothbrush. The heat in the bathroom was smoldering as she jumped down from the counter. Another minute and she’d be asking him if she could make a mold or take pictures. No way would her sisters take her at her word.
“You must be a native Texan.” Everything was bigger in Texas. He was proof.
She left him in the bathroom and slid into bed. He was practically a stranger, yet oddly, she didn’t feel any awkwardness. Maybe it was the lack of expectations on both their parts, or the fact he’d already felt her up and she’d seen his meat. Either way, her heart sped up at the thought of what else the week would bring.
Grace had dreamtof Sam’s wanker the entire night. It had been like a monster, the size of buildings, as it trampled through the city pounding everything in its path. She’d slipped out of the bed and changed into a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, and her running shoes. There was only one way to ease her sexual frustration that didn’t include taming the one-eyed monster. She had to run, longand hard, to the point of exhaustion, and that was exactly what she planned to do.
She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and grabbed a room key before slipping out the door. The hotel was quiet as she made her way down the steps, slipping the room key inside her sports bra. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. The animals, secure behind a gate, stared at her and inched closer as she took off down the dirt road. With each pounding step, Grace’s heart raced while the animals kept the pace running with her. There was something about her that attracted the wild beasts, as if she were their catnip or sent out some crazy, horny animal pheromone. If she could bottle it up and sell it to those people who bred stallions or bulls, she be a billionaire.
Men on horseback in the distance watched as sheep took off toward the fence. They looked stunned as they sat atop their horses. A few of the horses bucked as if wanting to join in on the chase.
Two miles away, with an audience of animals, she turned around and headed back toward the hotel. Her lungs burned with her strides. Neither the run nor the animals did anything to help her forget the view of male perfection Sam had gifted to her. Damn him for teasing her.
Sam wokeup as the sunrise glinted in through the curtains. He rolled into his pillow to cover his eyes and hugged the one next to him. He inhaled her strawberry scent. Grace.
He absentmindedly reached across the bed. His palm landed on the empty cool sheets. He opened his eyes and sat up. Grace wasn’t in the room. “Where the hell did she go?”
Sam got dressed, grabbed the room key and headed downstairs in search of strong coffee and his missing date. The coffee came first, and he stepped outside, where two cowboy-hat-wearing groomsmen were standing on the veranda along with a few of Sarah’s bridesmaids.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Mike, one of the groomsman, muttered and tipped his hat back farther on his head as if removing it from his blocking his view
“Who’s she here with?” Stan, another groomsman, asked.
“Who cares? Do you see her tight little body? I could bury myself in that for days and never come up for air,” another replied.
“She’s no one special,” Mary, one of the bridesmaids, said while taking a seat in one of the chairs with the otherbridesmaids. She’d been the one in the pool the night before with Stan.
