Page 39 of Bad Blood Bear

Chapter 17

Tank waited impatiently while Lissa got her shampoo and stuff out of her boxes, because he wanted to go with her into the bathroom and watch her face when she saw the billionaire-grade shower for the first time.

He wasn’t disappointed.

She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide, and then a slow, dreamy smile spread across her face.

“Hulk,” she said, “if I die in your serial killer lair, it will be worth it if only I can have this shower first.” She walked right inside it with all her clothes on, a look of pure joy on her face.

“I want to play in it,” she announced. “Come in here and show me how, ‘cause there are a million gadgets in here and I have to know what every single one of them does.”

Grinning, he joined her inside the stall and started in. “Water, massage, steam…” He pulled her over to one side. “And wait, this is cool. See this electronic panel? You can set the shower controls to your preference, and then any time you use it, it’s just how you like it.” He showed her the buttons, and how to create her own settings.

She tapped through menus. “What’s this one for?” she asked.

Tank waggled his eyebrows at her. “Music. Because what’s a shower without Motown?”

He punched his favorite playlist.

“Get out,” Lissa said, obviously charmed. She started dancing to the music. “This is a party shower. Hell, the whole crew could fit in here.” She called out in a singsong, still bopping to the music, “Crew shower!”

Tank rolled his eyes. “No fucking way. I am not showering with Xander. And I see enough of Flynn’s dick, thank you very much. Fair warning—he doesn’t really like wearing pants.”

And the thought of Lissa staring at Flynn’s dick made his bear grumpy.

The first song ended, and a slow song came on. Lissa continued swaying to the music, but now she looked up at Tank, mischief in her eyes.

“What about you?” she asked. “Do you like wearing pants?”

He looked down at those wide blue eyes, her sexy as hell boobs, the way her ass swayed to the music. No. Right now he didn’t like wearing pants at all. In fact, he was fantasizing about stripping out of them and fucking her right up against the wall of this enormous shower, with water pouring down on them.

“Depends,” he said. “On what I’m doing. And who I’m doing it with.”

She leaned against the wall, raking her gaze up and down his body in a way that made his dick stand at attention.

“Party in the shower,” she singsonged, very softly.

Oh, hell.

“Come on,” she said, moving up to him and putting her hands on his waist. “I dare you.”

He stared down at her, the moment stretching out.

Fuck it.

Tank reached past Lissa and punched his favorite shower setting. Water poured down from the rain shower, soaking Lissa and splashing Tank.

Instead of getting mad at getting her clothes wet, Lissa threw back her head and laughed. She spread her arms out and stood face-up under the shower, as if she were standing outside in the rain.

Her joy was infectious, and happiness unexpectedly bubbled up inside him. He started laughing, too.

The water plastered Lissa’s t-shirt to her chest, and he could see the outline of her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to tear her shirt off and seize her nipples gently between his teeth, and then suck on them until she got hot and wet and silky to touch.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He eyed her. “Don’t ask unless you really want to know,” he warned her.

“I’m game,” she said. “I’m brave that way.”