15
LOCKE
True to his word, there was no rhyme or reason to when Nash came home. Pretty sure he hadn’t said anything about a dog, though.
The Malinois followed him into the flat, found a stray cushion on the floor, and lay down with her head on it, sweet as a nut.
Nash disappeared into the bathroom, like he always did after a long ride, washing away whatever shit had gone down on the road.
I stared at the dog for all of ten seconds before I followed him. “You gonna explain that furry apparition?”
“She’s Viktor’s dog.” Nash switched the shower on, setting the water scalding hot.
I reached around the screen and turned that fucker down. “Viktor?”
“Yeah. I met Jakov tonight. He asked the club to take care of her while he’s out of the country.”
“For real? That’s fuckin’ weird.”
“Right? Folk thought she’d swallowed a bomb.”
My brain short-circuited. “What?”
“True story.” Nash ditched his clothes and stepped under the spray. If he noticed I’d messed with the temperature, he kept quiet about it. “Freaked me out way more than Jakov did.”
I chewed on that. Folk wasn’t a drama queen, but he’d been a bit extra since he and Alexei had gone rogue at the start of the summer, fixating on security. No one else, save Decoy, had probably noticed, but I had. I’d spent way too much time with nothing to do but study the men around me not to notice that shit about my friend. “How long is Jakov gone for?”
“Didn’t say.”
“What’s her name?”
“Lida. I think.”
“You think?”
“It was a complicated conversation.”
“Sounds it.” I tore my gaze from Nash’s naked back and stuck my head in the living room. “Lida. Come.”
The dog scrambled to her feet and padded to my side, waiting, eyes wide and expectant.
I scratched her ears. “Good girl. Go lie down.”
Lida obeyed, padding back to the cushion she’d commandeered.
I returned to the bathroom in time for Nash to turn round in the shower, and the sentence forming on my tongue deserted me, my attention diverting to his wet skin and inked muscles. To his ripped abdomen and his dick hanging heavy between his thighs.
He knew how to use that thing. By now, I’d watched him fuck Orla a lot, and I still couldn’t get enough of them. Some nights I didn’t care if they never touched me, as long as they kept touching each other.
But they never left me out, and fuckin’ hell, I’d never had so much sex in my life.
Not with Nash, though. He was still skittish about doing shit to me, and too fuckin’ selfless to take it all for himself. Some nights I got the vibe thathewas happy to just watch.
He caught me staring.
I didn’t give much of a fuck. “That dog speaks English.”
“Thank fuck. I don’t speak Russian.”
