Page 47 of Live Love Steal
My sentiments were a little more articulate. “Bear? We’re going to dry off soon. And you are not invited to watch.”
He snorted. “Already saw you naked once.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Had to see if the screaming was the good kind or the bad kind. You know… earlier.”
Oh God, he’d seen us having sex.
My fingers dug into Sketch’s back.
“Ouch. Bear, would you go stand at the bottom of the stairs and make sure no one comes up?”
“About that… Jackson and Wolf are in the office, waiting on your ass.”
Sketch swore. “I suppose they talked to Whoosh already?”
Bear’s “Yup” was succinct and held a note of sarcasm in it.
“Are you in trouble?” I asked.
He didn’t answer me directly. “This is going to take a bit.” Sketch handed me a towel and rubbed at his body with the smaller of the two. Then he dumped his boxers on the floor and tugged on his pants. I caught a brief glimpse of his cock before he straightened.
His eyes met mine. “What are you looking at?” There was humor in his tone.
“You.” I bit my lip, wishing for more time.
That got his attention. He shook his head, slowly. “We’ll… raincheck? My place when this is all done?”
“Or my place? We won’t get interrupted there.”
A grin twisted at the corners of his mouth. “I like the way you think.”
“Before you go in there, can you make sure I’ve got everything out of my hair? And check my back, please?”
He swaggered over to where I’d wrapped up in the towel and puddled water on the floor. He pulled me in close and inhaled against the top of my head, then repeated it a couple of times in other places. Then turned me around and scanned the skin I exposed. “I think you’re good.”
I pulled him close, feeling the hard ridge of his dick through the layers of his pants and my towel. “I can be very good.”
His mouth formed into a tight oval. “Can you be bad, too?”
“Absolutely.”
He groaned as he stepped away. “I’m going to run interference with Bear. You got five minutes to get dressed.”
I finished in two. Smoke had delivered a pair of soft yoga pants and an oversized pullover. Both were black, and the shirt must have been something for the club’s inventory because it had “Official Destroyers MC Property” lettered across it.
I guess that meant me. I’d graduated from simple acquaintance to being owned by the club. And, considering the day I’d had, being owned by the Destroyers was the least worrisome part of it. Sketch kissed me before disappearing behind the door at the end of the hall. It was the only room up here that had an actual door. Go figure.
Bear sauntered over to one of the couches and sat down with a groan.
I plopped down next to him. “Long day?”
He stared at me for a moment. “You were just bawling your eyes out.”
“And that’s done. Is Sketch in trouble?”
“With us? Hell no.”
