Page 99 of Pretty Nightmare

“I get it though,” Adam says, busy with the task of kicking off his boot. “Carter could see this as an opportunity. Maybe we should call?”

“I’ll text him.” I pull out my phone and send the text.

Adam kicks off his second boot, then leans back in the chair. “You’re taking this all pretty well.”

“All what?” My phone dings a reply, and I scan the message. “They’re fine.”

“Us,” Adam says.

I shrug. “We’ve always been an us, Adam. It’s not really any different.”

“You don’t think so?”

“You’re the one who wanted this. Why are you so insecure?”

“I’m not insecure. It’s just… this is different.”

“You’re still my best friend. I don’t love you any different. I’m not looking to change you. Whatever you’ve been doing in your private time, keep doing it.”

“Oh, I see. So you can keep on doing what you’re doing.”

“If I want to fuck a girl, I’m gonna. If that’s what you’re asking.”

He tilts his head at me. “Do you fuck a lot of girls, McKay? Because you’ve never brought one home.”

“I don’t bring anyone home. And neither do you. But you sure as shit did fuck Misha’s brains out for nearly a decade, didn’t you?”

“Were you jealous?”

“Of Misha? That traitor? She got what she had coming.”

“I killed her. James Fenici told me to.” He shrugs. “But she wasn’t the kind of woman you bring home, even if I didn’t kill her.”

“That’s my point. You’re home, Adam. Donovan is home. Indie and Maggie are home. Everyone else stays outside those gates. That’s been an unsaid agreement between us since the beginning. And that’s not gonna change.”

He’s quiet for a moment.

“So do you have a problem with me keeping things the same?”

“I can’t actually think of a single time I recall seeing you with a girl, McKay.”

“Exactly.”

He shrugs. “That’s fine with me, then.”

I sit up, take off my shirt, then kick my boots off too. Adam watches me the whole time, his eyes lingering on my chest and abs. “You wish you had these abs.” I joke with him.

“Every fucking day.” He grins at me. Then he stands up, takes off his shirt too. Eyes almost never leaving mine. And he walks over to the bed. He pauses for a moment. Maybe wondering if I’ll come up with some excuse to stop him from doing what’s coming next.

But I don’t.

There’s only one reason we’re sharing a room tonight.

He leans one knee on the edge of the bed, then straddles my legs, his hands braced on either side of my head, his hips pressing into mine. His cock is hard and mine responds in kind when he rests the full weight of his lower body on me.

His blue eyes are locked on me, his jaw a little tense as he leans down. Our lips touch and my hands come out from behind my head to grab the thick muscles of his shoulders.

His mouth feels familiar now. And our tongues seek each other out as I slide my fingers into his hair and grab it. The kiss turns harder and more urgent. And then his upper body drops lower and we’re pressed together, his hips grinding against mine.