Page 6 of Brock’s Mate

“Girls, pick one of the questions and answer it. If you’re life’s been too boring, feel free to make up lies. Then the guy tells you his lies. When you hear the gong, the guys get up and move to the next table, and we start again. On your Dirty Desire Hit Lists, everybody write down the badge number of anyone who you wouldn’t mind waking up with the morning after Valentine’s Day.”

Remy added, “And their name, if that kind of thing matters to you. Hell, write down the badge number of anyone you would even consider going out and getting free drinks with.”

Colt picked it up again. “Because any official Speed Dating couple who comes back here on a date next Saturday night, Valentine’s Day, gets free Dirty Drinks the whole night! Wooooot!”

More drunken cheers.

“Break in an hour,” Remy said. “Then we go again. After that, there’s a band and dancing. Any questions?”

Someone yelled, “Do we have to wait until Valentine’s Day to get laid?”

“Absolutely not,” Colt said. “Just don’t do it on the table.”

The next hour brought Brock a parade of women asking him Dirty Questions, like What was your most embarrassing sexual moment? and What was your most memorable encounter involving sex and dessert?

Luckily, Brock lived with the Wild Bloods, which meant that he could handle constant perverted sex talk without even flinching.

So he made up outrageous stories of his sexploits in answer to the questions. A couple of the women managed to keep up with him, a few called him out on being a liar, and one just called him a pervert and walked off in a huff with his spare Dirty Dominatrix.

Jaeda came over and plunked a neon-green drink on his table. “You are only fit for Sex with an Alligator,” she informed him. Clearly she’d been listening in on his speed dates.

“I might even get it,” he told her. “At least six of those women put me on their Dirty Desire Hit List.”

“I have no idea why. You’re not even trying.”

He had no idea either, although he had no plans to take them up on it. “It must be my brooding sexiness. Or maybe that story about the bananas and hot fudge?”

Jaeda just shook her head and walked off.

He took it easy on the next woman, though. She was a gorgeous, sweet farm girl with wide, innocent eyes who looked barely old enough to drink.

She gave him such a hopeful smile he didn’t have the heart to mess with her. Luckily, she picked the most innocent of the questions. What is the animal you most want to be like in bed, and why is it sexy?

“You first,” he said.

“I’d be a pig,” she said instantly, and then flushed with embarrassment. “I know you’ll probably laugh, because people think being a pig isn’t cool or sexy and they use it as an insult. But pigs are really smart, and affectionate. I’ve raised them for years. Want to see last year’s piglets?”

She whipped out her phone and started going through piglet pictures, naming each piglet and telling him all about their personalities. They really were pretty cute, but he couldn’t imagine dating someone who carried pig pictures with her everywhere.

I would like to eat them, his wolf said. They look crunchy and delicious. I especially want to bite their little curly tails off. Brock bit his lip to keep from snickering.

Finally she came to the end of the pictures and said, “See what I mean? About the pigs?”

He didn’t.

She added, “What animal would you be?”

There was only one answer to that. “I’d be a wolf.”

She shivered. “Don’t say that.”

Brock sat back, giving her a slow smile. “Why? Wolves are… wild. Primal. Sexy.”

She frowned at him. “Wolves are killers. One almost killed two of my piggies last week. At least, I’m pretty sure it was a wolf. That, or a hella big feral dog. It got into the pen and tried to maul Sadie and Buck. I barely saved them.”

She sounded as outraged as if they’d been her family members. Maybe they were? Brock wondered if there was such a thing as shifter pigs. That would explain her attachment.

Out loud he said, “Really? I didn’t think there were any wolves in Kentucky.”