Chapter 179
Jack
I wipe my hair and look around the room.
"Sunshine isn't here?"
"Uh, he's still with Lanny." Nolan is sitting at the table, staring at his laptop screen. His shoulders are tense.
What's with him?
I hang the towel in the bathroom, pull on a pair of pants, and sit on the edge of the bed.
Well. Since we're alone, maybe I could cop a feel of my doggy?
I whistle.
He glares at me. Sharp.
He looks like he wants to bite my ear off. His eyes narrow. His lips press together. For a moment, I think he's going to tell me to fuck off.
Then he gets up.
Walks toward me.
Straddles me.
His weight settles across my thighs. His hands land on my shoulders. His face is inches from mine—close enough that I can see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, the way his pulse flutters in his throat.
"Well," I say, "that was easy."
"Don't push it."
I grin.
