Page 148 of The Chance

It doesn’t matter that the room has exploded with laughter and claps, chatter and congratulations.

Possibly even a wolf whistle or two.

Because my drummer is fisting my shirt and hauling me close enough to slant his lips over mine and kiss me like his life depends on it.

It’s the indecent kind. The passionate kind.

The everlasting kind.

And when my hand finds the back of his neck and holds him close, there is nothing else but us. No space left between our chests. No distance separating our hearts.

Just me and him.

Mac. Mac. Mac.

“Oh, my.”

A clearing of a throat draws us back, but only as far as resting our forehead together.

“I’m looking for a Mac Thompson?”

“Present,” Mac answers the doctor I can see in my peripheral and lifts a hand. “Tell me my brain’s okay so I can keep kissing my man?”

The doctor covers a chuckle with a clearing of her throat as she comes up to our side, clipboard in her hands.

“I absolutely have to advise you to keep taking it easy—”

“And?” Mac interrupts and I nudge his head with mine.

“And all of the tests came back good. You’re in the clear.”

The relief that washes over his features cleanses me and this time, I’m the one hauling him back to me for another searing kiss.

He’s glassy eyed and breathless when I pull back. “Let’s go christen my apartment, yeah?”

The nod is immediate, the goodbyes are short, the drive even better when we pull out like a goddamn motorcade with Mac behind the wheel of my old Impala.

“I look damn sexy driving your car, Tyro.”

He does.

“You better not put a scratch on her.”

Chapter Eighty-Four

Jordan

I’m already hard whenI lock us inside my apartment, harder when Mac presses me back into the hardwood with his hands and lips all over me.

Blindly unclipping shit from my belt, I set my radio and holster on the table next to the door and cup his face once my hands are free.

His tongue slides along mine, taunting me with its talent as his fingers swiftly undo my pants.

“If I don’t get your dick in mesomewhere, I might burst.”

Mac moans and nods, nipping at my lip. “Yes, that.”

Except he’s pulling my length free instead and dropping to his knees.

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