Page 132 of Relentless

Fucking hell.

“She’s good, right?” JD mutters, clearly able to read my mind.

“Uh…”

“Dude, it’s too late to be a fucking prude.”

“I’m not.” I scoff, walking over as he holds out a bottle of beer for me.

“You totally are. So I watched your wife suck your dick? It was hot.”

He drops his hand and rearranges himself to drive his point home.

“I’m more than happy to share.”

He chuckles when a possessive growl rumbles in my throat.

“You should be thanking me. I hope you know that,” he says after gulping down over half his beer.

“Whatever.”

“I mean it. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be a blue-balled motherfucker like that miserable fuck out there.”

I don’t want to think about what went down a few minutes ago while my wife was naked with Reid Harris.

“You two are as bad as each other. You listen, though.”

“Is that meant to be a compliment?” I ask after swallowing a mouthful.

“You just had your cock sucked because of me, take it however you like, man,” he says before turning around and reaching into a cupboard.

“There’s something wrong with you.”

“Wanna tell me something I don’t know,” he says, running the faucet until the water turns warm and filling a bowl that he then pours salt into. “Be good, yeah. I won’t be long.”

“What are you doing?” I bark as he marches across the room, on a mission.

“Alana’s nipples aren’t healed, and you’ve had them in your mouth. Need to make sure they don’t—”

“I’ll do it,” I shout, jumping from the stool I’d settled onto.

“You want to go play with your wife’s tits, Mav?”

My jaw ticks at his teasing.

Yes. “I want to take care of her. It’s my job.”

He studies me for a beat, and just when I think he’s going to make me fight for it, he hands the bowl over.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he calls after me.

“Asshole,” I mutter under my breath.

“I heard that.”

Shaking my head, I try to keep the smile off my face, but it’s a fight I can’t win. Despite everything surrounding us, I’m feeling better than I have in a very long time.