Page 7 of Denim & Diamonds

Brock

I’d booked it out of the bar so damn fast there was probably smoke left in my wake. My pulse was going a mile a minute. This woman was going to be the death of me. It was hard to believe I’d only known her a couple of days, because she’d consumed me from the moment she blew into town.

No way in hell I was going to let my brother see that photo.

That’s why I’m speeding down the road , I told myself.

But I had a vested interest in getting to that photo—for myself.

As crazy as February drove me, there was no denying how gorgeous she was.

Knowing she’d sent a nude photo for my eyes only made me a little crazy.

It also made me realize how damn hard up I was, and how much I needed to be careful not to let my carnal desires get in the way of common sense.

Going over the speed limit, I raced to make it to my aunt’s before my brother happened to go through his photos and notice it .

I reluctantly slowed down when I spotted an old man on the side of the road.

He was holding his side, limping, and looked like he was struggling to walk.

Shit. Why do I always attract this stuff?

Normally, this would be my good deed of the day, to stop and help.

But if I did, I’d run the risk of not getting to Axe in time.

After I passed the man, guilt consumed me. So I stopped my truck and put it in reverse.

I rolled down the window. “Are you okay, sir?”

His voice was frail. “Just played cards at my friend’s house. Thought I could make it home carrying this bag, but I’m feeling awfully tired. Got a cramp in my arm.”

“Where do you live?”

“On Groveland…”

I tilted my head. “I can take you home.”

His mouth curved into a smile. “That’s very kind of you, Brock.”

“You know my name?” I asked, surprised.

“Everyone knows you around these parts.”

I got out and helped lift the little old man into my truck. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Jim.”

I forced a smile. “Hi, Jim.”

Once he put his seatbelt on, I took off. Hope he didn’t mind my lead foot, because I had no freaking time to waste here.

Jim turned to me. “I’m very grateful for your help.”

Tenser by the second, I groaned under my breath. “No problem.”

“You seem to be in a rush. I hope I’m not making you late for something.”

I laughed at the thought of explaining the truth to him: that I was in a race against time to view a pair of tits before my brother had a chance to. But instead, I said, “Nothing important enough to not get you home safely.”

After I got to the old man’s house, I helped him out of the truck. I was about to take off when he held up his shaky finger and asked me to wait outside. He said he needed to give me something.

Shit. What now?

He walked toward his house at a snail’s pace, and then I waited, not so patiently.

I bounced my legs as the minutes passed. What the hell am I waiting for? I should just go. But that would be a total dick move.

I shook my head at myself. What a dumbass I was to give February my shirt without checking the pockets first. Served me damn right to be in this position.

About five minutes later, the man finally came out of the house carrying something. Once again, it took him forever to get from point A to point B. It would be a miracle if Axe wasn’t whacking off to February’s photo as we spoke. Pretty sure I’d totally screwed myself.

The man handed me a small plastic bag. At first I thought it was weed, but then I realized there were two cookies inside. “Here are some treats my daughter made. I hope you enjoy them. Thank you again for driving me home.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the sweet gesture. “Thanks, buddy. I appreciate it.”

“Bless you,” he said.

The cookies looked good, but I doubted they were worth the consequences of this delay. This time I couldn’t afford to wait for Jim to safely reenter the house. I drove off and was lucky I didn’t get a ticket as I rushed to my aunt’s .

Thankfully, I could see my brother through the window, so I knew he was home.

Out of breath, I knocked on the door.

He opened a few seconds later. “What the hell? Why are you knocking like that?”

“I need your phone.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“Never mind why. Just give it to me.”

My brother shook his head. “Fuck that. I just got it back. Why would I give it to you again?”

“Axe…” I scolded.

“What?”

“Give me the fucking phone…”

“Not until you tell me why you need it.”

I searched his eyes for a moment because I needed to know if he’d seen the photo.

He looked genuinely confused, which told me I might still be safe.

My brother wasn’t the type to hide his amusement very well.

So, while I still didn’t know how I was gonna get the phone from him, I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn’t too late.

“I just need to see the phone for a minute. I’ll give it right back.”

He crossed his arms. “Not until you tell me why.”

My brother had a point. There was no logical reason for him to hand over his phone when I had just given it back to him. If I was going to get it, I had to do something rash, something a little insane, which was exactly how I felt when it came to that woman.

I leapt forward before Axe had a chance to react, reaching into his back pocket where I knew he typically carried his phone.

His hair was all messed up when I let him go. “What the fuck is wrong with you, man? ”

“Give me five minutes. I’ll be back with it then.”

“I thought you said a minute,” he called after me as I ran out of his house.

Escaping into my truck, I took off down the road so he couldn’t see what I was doing.

I parked on a side street, and my finger shook as I pulled up the photo library.

Sure enough, the most recent photo was the most beautiful set of tits I’d ever seen staring back at me. As promised, February’s middle finger was right between them. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I imagined what would’ve happened had my brother found this first. I’d dodged a bullet.

I took a few minutes to just stare at the photo, my mouth watering as I imagined pulling one of those perfectly pink nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.

I’d been in a dry spell lately, and this was probably the last thing I needed—especially since I’d already vowed not to let anything happen with this woman, even if she was tempting as all hell.

That didn’t change the fact that she was only traveling through town and was probably the last woman I should be messing around with.

But isn’t it always the one you can’t have that you want?

Blood rushed to my dick as my finger rubbed gently over the screen, tracing her creamy mounds.

Fuck . One more minute , I told myself. Then you have to let go.

Only one more minute, and then I’d delete the damn thing and never look at it again.

I’d have to remember to delete it from the trash folder on his phone as well.

After my minute was up—maybe it was ten minutes—my fingers hovered over the delete button.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. As far as I was concerned, this photo was gold.

I texted it to myself instead before deleting the photo from Axe’s library and from the deleted photos file.

Maybe now I could go on with my damn night and start functioning like a normal human instead of a feral cat.

I drove back to my aunt’s house. As expected, Axe was pissed.

He held up his hands. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I handed him the phone and calmly said, “Thank you.”

“You’re not gonna tell me what this is all about?”

“Not unless you want to explain all the shit you’ve been up to, Vibrator Boy.”

He smirked. “I have nothing to hide.”

“Stay out of trouble, please.”

He called after me. “Seriously? You’re gonna leave me hanging like this?”

Ignoring him, I left.

When I returned to the bar, February was still waiting there.

“Jesus, that took forever,” she huffed.

With a scowl on my face, I didn’t say anything. I tried not to look at her for fear my eyes would travel below her neck and it would be obvious that her breasts were still at the forefront of my mind.

“Well?” she finally said. “Was it successful?”

“Oh, I got it, all right.”

She swallowed. “Did you…manage to delete the photo from his phone?”

I finally looked her in the eyes. “Yeah. Thankfully. He hadn’t seen it.”

“How do you know?”

“He would’ve told me if he had. ”

February’s eyes fixed on mine. She seemed to be expecting me to say something more, but that wouldn’t be happening.

I wasn’t about to admit that I’d looked at that photo for a second, let alone stared at it for several minutes until it became permanently fixed in my brain.

Not wanting her to sense any guilt on my face, I moved behind the bar and got to work—or at least pretended to, wiping everything down and arranging bottles, even though the actual bartender on duty tonight was attending to someone right beside me.

Much to my chagrin, February leaned her arms over the counter. “I’d like to order a drink, please.”

“No,” I snapped.

“Excuse me?”

My eyes darted toward her as I stopped wiping. “No.”

She tilted her head. “Why?”

“Because we’re not gonna have a repeat of the other night, where you’re drunk off your ass and I have to pick up the sloppy pieces.”

“I’m only going to have one more drink.”

I raised my brow skeptically at her.

“I’m serious, Brock. I don’t make the same mistake twice.”

I groaned. “What do you want, then?”

She rested her chin on her hand. “Surprise me.”

As much as I wanted to just pour her a damn water with lemon, instead I prepared a Tom Collins and slid it toward her with a cherry on top.

Of course I couldn’t help watching as she took the cherry into her mouth. My dick twitched as I forced myself to resume wiping down the counter.

She took a sip and moaned. “Mmm… This is so good. ”

Some of it dribbled down her shirt, and I felt my dick stiffen at the vivid recollection of what was behind that material.