Page 182 of Whistle

“Hmm,” I rumbled, sliding my forearms under his ass and pulling him farther up my body. “Well, I definitely love you.”

His hands hit the pillow on either side of my head, and I leaned up to claim his lips. His body went boneless, melting gently into me as my tongue swept into his mouth. Heat bloomed between us, friction building between our rubbing lips like we were two pieces of bone-dry kindling eager to burst into flames. Pushing my hands under the hem of the hospital gown, I palmed his bare ass, kneading the naked skin as we kissed. Whimpering, he rocked against me, his rigid dick stabbing into my stomach as my fingertips danced dangerously along his crack.

Beside my head, his hands fisted into the pillow, and I wrenched my mouth away to kiss across his jaw and down his neck. He arched, pushing his ass farther into my hands, and turned his face, lips seeking mine once more.

They crushed together, not a single inch between us as I grazed over his hole, feeling his body quiver.

Desire coursed through my veins, doing more for my circulation and body temperature than this sick ward ever could. His begging ass wiggled, and I laughed into the kiss, laying my finger right against his hole again.

Thigh muscles tensing, I readied to carry him from this bed into the privacy of the bathroom where I could bend him over the counter and bury my engorged dick right?—

“Dad?!”

The sound of our lips popping apart wasn’t enough to cover my daughter’s loud gasp where she was somehow standing in the doorway.

I jolted, shoulders springing off the bed at the same time Bodhi dove into my chest, hiding his face in my neck. My arms went around him automatically, offering the protection he sought.

“Landry,” I said, surprise making my voice high. Clearing my throat, I tried again. “Landry. What are you doing here?”

Her green eyes were giant saucers in her face, blond hair rumpled as though she’d rushed out of bed. Her T-shirt, which probably belonged to the man standing just behind her, was inside out.

“Me?” she squeaked. “You’re the one in the ER.”

Her eyes went to Bodhi, to the way he was literally hiding in my lap. When they bounced back to me, her lips parted and color bloomed on her cheeks.

I bit back a curse and reached for the blankets to make sure Bodhi’s ass wasn’t on display, but he must have thought I was going to push him away. He started to slide off me, slinking off the bed as if no one would see.

I made a rude noise and tugged him back, planting his ass right back in my lap where he belonged.

“Your daughter,” he whispered.

“Is about to meet my boyfriend.” I spoke against his ear. He made a surprised sound, but I ignored it. “Landry, get in here. Shut the door.”

Landry still stood there, gaping as if she’d just found out Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, and the Easter bunny were real.

“What the actual fuck is going on in here?” Rush exclaimed, far less slack-jawed than my daughter, stepping around her to storm to the foot of the bed and stare.

Always could count on him to get a party started.

“I told Landry to come in. Not you.”

“What? What’s going on? Is everything okay?” An accented voice filtered in from the hall.

I groaned.

“Oh God, it’s bad, isn’t it? Is it bad?” Owens lamented. “Ryan, you better fix this!”

Remember when I sent Satan packing back at the river? Well, this was him getting the last laugh.

Ryan Walsh filled the space behind my daughter, and to his credit, his reaction to seeing me with Bodhi in my lap was a lot less Jerry Springer than my daughter and her lesser half.

Look, I can’t keep explaining all these references to you. Just google Jerry if you don’t know him.

“Coach,” Ryan said, eyes passing over Bodhi who was still hiding—the little shit—and then back to me. “Are you okay?”

I sighed, accepting my fate. “You’re all out there, aren’t you?”

Landry’s head bobbed up and down.

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