“Do you wish we had?”
I gave him the truth. “I wish we’d woken up in bed together for better reasons.”
Nash sighed. “Me too. Sorry I messed your night up.”
“You didn’t.”
Nash folded his arms and dumped his chin on them. “I’m sorry anyway. What else do you have to tell me?”
“I kissed Orla last night.”
Nash didn’t blink, gaze steady. “Okay.”
“Not like I kissedyou.”
“Are you going to be more specific or let my imagination have all the fun?”
I studied him, absorbing his relaxed posture. His amusement. “It really doesn’t bother you?”
“Why would it?” Nash’s phone buzzed. He ignored it. “If Orla hadn’t wanted your mouth on her, you’d have woken up in the middle of next week, not in my bed.”
“I’m in your bed because you needed me here. Before that, I went to bedalone.”
“By choice?”
“What?”
Nash’s phone went off again.
Again, he ignored it. “You wanna be in here, Locke? If you don’t, there’s no hard feelings if you leave. If you wanted to kiss her and not me. If you wanted fucking none of it, it’s all cool.”
He was living on another planet if he believed we could crack the top of this can of worms with any real intent and nothing would change. But it wasn’t those words that stood out. “In what fuckin’ universe do you believe you’re not part of the equation?”
Nash grinned a little, humming along to his mellow music for a few beats before he answered me. “I don’t believe that.”
“No?”
“Nope. Not even a little bit.”
It was my cue to ask him what he did believe, but I reached for him instead, pulling him over me, his bare legs straddling my hips. His bareeverythingall I could see.
Naked, remember?
As if I could forget. Rippling abs, marked by ink, and the thin white line of an appendectomy scar. Hot skin. Thighs that squeezed the life out of me, and yet somehow I was still fuckin’ breathing.
His dick lay heavy and hard on my belly. In my head, I reeled him in and closed my mouth around him.
In reality, it was the tip of my finger tracing the length of his cock, my entire soul resisting the urge to throttle it with my fist. To kiss him. To bang him right here on the bed he and Orla had slept in a thousand times.
Holy shit.
Thinking about them fucking where I lay pushed me over the edge. I gave in and gripped his hip with one hand and his dick with the other.
Nash tensed, something unknown flickering in his eyes, freezing him in place, but wherever he’d gone, the pressure of my hand was enough to bring him back. Hemoanedfor real this time, arching his neck, then his spine, bracing his fists behind him.
It gave me an even better view of his body. Every muscle, every tat. Goddamn, he was a work of fuckin’ art, and his low sounds of pleasure set me on fire.
I jacked himslowly, as though his phone wasn’t blowing up on the bedside table and we had all the time in the world.
