Page 15 of Fighting a Riot

God damn him. His cock was at full attention, and he’d just gotten himself off.

He groaned and stalked to his laptop. Time to hunt for a new place. He had to move.

But he couldn’t.

The frantic rhythm of splashing water drew him back to the window. She was assaulting the water with so much force. It hit him, she was taking out her aggression on the water.

She had plenty to be angry about, God knew.

It took all his strength to keep from going down there. If she wanted to take her aggression out on something, he wanted her to turn to him.

He knew he didn’t have much will-power, but it seemed he didn’t have much strength where Nora was concerned either. In seconds, he’d shoved his feet into a pair of Adidas slides and he found himself standing at the edge of the pool with his arms crossed on his bare chest.

Her head emerged from the water and she blew out a breath as she opened her eyes. Those green eyes widened at the sight of him. “What are you doing down here?”

“What the fuck are you doing, princess?” he asked at the same time.

She was at the shallow end of the pool and she took to her feet. He needed her to submerge herself again. The scraps of teal lycra covering her did nothing to conceal her perky hardened nipples.

She tossed an arm out to the side. “I’m swimming, obvs.”

He closed his eyes and tilted his head in annoyance. “Did you just say ‘obvs,’ to me?”

He opened his eyes just in time to see her gleaming smile. “Yeah. It’s also a full moon tonight and I didn’t want to miss it. It could be the last one I get to see.”

His eyes widened even as he clenched his teeth. “Don’t talk like that,” he clipped out.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t mean it like that, Yak. But because I’m gonna be so tired all the time - or at least that’s what I’ve read.”

He exhaled, relieved that she wasn’t on a morbid train of thought. “Who’s taking you to your first appointment?”

Her brows drew down. “Nobody.”

He choked, swallowed a couple times and got his act together. “What? Nora.”

She shifted and floated on her back. A vision of her lying in his bed upstairs assaulted him in an instant. This woman could teach clinics on how to torture a man. Her soft voice cut into his thoughts. “Yak. It’s a consult. They aren’t gonna do anything at this appointment.”

In an effort to keep his blood from pooling in his cock, he dropped into a squat. “That doesn’t change the fact they’re gonna lay some serious shit on you. Someone should be there to make sure you ask questions and don’t forget stuff.”

She twisted from her back to more of a doggy-paddle. “I’m not that forgetful, you know.”

He shook his head. “Not talkin’ about your keys and wallet. Hell, that bitch probably planned that shitty move too. I’m talkin’ about things you need or want to know that doctors may not consider. Shit that’s personal to you.”

“Personal to me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Like if your hair’s gonna change or whatever—”

He couldn’t bring himself to mention her body. God he needed to get a grip. He hadn’t wanted a woman this bad in over a decade.

“How do you know so much about it?” she asked.

“Thought I told you… Guess I didn’t. Both my parents went through cancer treatments.”

She took to her feet again, water sluicing down her body. “Oh. How are—”

He stood. “They didn’t make it, babe. Wound up in foster care at sixteen. What about your mom? Have you told her?”

Her eyes slid to the side and he just barely heard her say, “Not yet.”

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