Body Contact (Hands On #2) by Cathryn Fox

Chapter One
    Jack finished running through the exercises his physical trainer had given him earlier that morning and collapsed onto his bed. He tossed a couple painkillers back, chasing them with cold coffee that had been sitting on his nightstand for hours.
    He checked the time, and glanced outside to hear his brothers ribbing each other as they pulled into the driveway. His fingers closed around the towel beside him, and he wiped his face and chest before tugging his shirt back on. Favoring his leg, he made his way downstairs, the smell of pot roast reaching his nose as he pushed through the front door, the late-day sun warm on his face. He rubbed his stomach as it growled in hungry anticipation. Dead tired of living off takeout, he was happy to be enjoying home-cooked meals with his family again. The only problem was that if his mother kept cooking for him like this, he’d be packing on the pounds and the league would never take him back.
    “Hey, where were you last night?” Sam asked Jack, holding Luke’s head in a lock as he ran his knuckles through his hair. “I thought we were hanging out.”
    “Got tied up.”
    Luke used one of his wrestling moves and turned the tables on Sam, taking him to his knees. “Oh yeah, who was she?” Luke asked.
    Jack grinned. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
    The front door squeaked open, and Luke let Sam go. Jack laughed. The three of them were grown men—Luke and Sam shared a condo, and co-owed their own repair bays on the other side of town—yet still came rushing home when they smelled their mother’s pot roast. Jack’s two brothers still acted like they were teenagers when they all got together at home for a meal. Sam climbed to his feet and gave Jack a nudge on the shoulder. Jack faltered a little.
    “Don’t kiss and tell, my ass,” Luke said.
    “Yeah, since when did that happen?” Sam pressed.
    Since Danielle.
    His mother came out and pointed a finger at Sam. “You shouldn’t be pushing Jack like that. His knee can’t take it.”
    His mother turned her attention to Luke and asked him to come inside and help reach a tray for her. Sam nudged Jack and made a face. “Momma’s boy,” he whispered.
    Jack threw his arm over his brother’s shoulder. “Don’t be jealous ’cause she likes me more, bro.”
    Sam laughed, and gave Jack a pretend jab to the gut. “You just keep telling yourself that. Last night, she told me I was the favorite.”
    “Favorite asshole maybe.”
    Sam laughed, and as Luke took off inside to help their mom, he lowered his voice. “Seriously though, I thought you were coming to Grayson’s last night. Candy’s been dying to meet you.”
    “Not interested.” Then again, when he’d mentioned BDSM to Danielle, her eyes had lit up. Would she be interested in visiting a club like Grayson’s?
    He pulled back. “You? Not interested in Shari’s best friend, a girl who just happens to be named Candy?” He shook his head. “You do know what they say about girls named Candy, right?”
    “No, I don’t.”
    Sam made a clucking sound with his tongue. “Sweet on the eyes, and even sweeter on the lips, little bro.”
    “Doesn’t matter. Not interested.”
    Sam lightly tapped Jack’s temple. “Are you sure it wasn’t your head you injured?”
    “I’m kind of dating someone,” he blurted out without thinking. Well, he was, at least for the next two weeks. And technically, they weren’t dating. But he did kind of commit to giving her fourteen nights of his time. He shook his head, incredulous. Who would have thought that sweet, virginal Danielle Lang—a recent graduate who wanted to open a family counseling practice someday, but had taken a sex therapist position in the meantime to help pay down bills—would come to him and ask for sex lessons to get her up to speed before summer classes started up? He probably shouldn’t be looking forward to it as much as he was.
    His brother’s eye widened. “What the fuck are you talking about,