Page 72 of The Wounded Warrior

Luke closed his eyes and sank into the kiss, the touch just what they both needed to get grounded again.

Then Rory pulled away, this time with a smile. “Oh. That’s nice. I need those.”

“Yeah. We got ahead of ourselves, but I ain’t bitching. And now that I know you like…what did you call it? Ass play? I am going to be insufferable.”

“I like it. I like it a lot.” Rory bit his bottom lip, playing with him. “And what’s this ‘going to be insufferable’ thing?”

“What? I don’t pinch or slap your butt in public yet. Just you wait.” Luke laughed and hugged Rory hard.

Maleficent let out an impressive yowl beyond the door.

“Oh, someone’s totally blaming you for this. Totally.”

“I know. I’ll have to bribe her.” They both wiped down and Luke rolled up to sitting.

Rory opened the door before going to grab clothes from the dresser, and Maleficent landed on him, pointed on all ends.

“Ow! Okay, lady, I love you, but you got to watch the claws.” He lifted her up against his chest, nuzzling her head.

Lord, those cats could talk.

A pair of soft sweats landed next to him.

“These work?”

“Perfect.” He grinned, handing off the cat, the Persians watching him now from the footboard.Right. Assume the body armor.

He had to admit, those beasts were serious about their human time.

The sweats were old and soft. Rory was such a hedonist. He got socks on, then reached for his chair, fingers missing by half an inch.

He damn near went ass over teakettle, but Rory was there, and he caught himself on that lean, fine body.

“Good catch. Let me move your chair over.”

“Thanks.” His cheeks heated. “Not so graceful post-orgasm.”

“Who is?” Rory helped make the transfer. “You’re weak from hunger. How does DiGiorno sound?”

“Like a plan if we load it with more meat.”

“I have sausage crumbles, pepperoni and Canadian bacon.”

Luke rubbed his hands together with glee. “Excellent. We can eat and I can entertain you with my plans for the new therapy place.”

“I love it.” Rory swooped down and stole a kiss. “Thank you for tonight, honey. I needed it, bad.”

“I know you did. I ain’t gonna complain.” Not one bit, even if he was going to have to find the Tylenol in a few.

“Let me feed you. You need help in the bathroom, or do you have it?”

“I got it.” He grinned, because Rory really thought Luke had his ducks in a row. He had squirrels, and they were moshing, but he could fake it.

He’d fake it until he made it, if it kept that satisfied little grin on Rory’s lips.

Luke thought that was well worth any amount of squirrel wrangling.

Chapter Twenty-Two

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