Page 91 of Relentless

“He’s relaxing in the bath.”

I can’t help but snort. “The bath?”

“Nothing wrong with that,” she says confidently before finally moving out of my way and dragging her bloodstained tank over her head.

“I think the main problem is that any other wife would be naked in it with him, using every tool at her disposal to help him relax.”

“You can leave now,” she shoots over her shoulder, before undoing her shorts and shoving them over her hips. “Or did you want to watch?”

More than you could believe.

The sheer amount of willpower it takes to turn my back on her when she reaches for the clasp on her bra is almost more than I possess, but I do it, and I slam the door behind me for good measure.

My cock still tents the towel, but despite my need to rip it from my body and wrap my hand around my length, I resist. Usually, I’d hit the gym to shift the tension that’s locking my muscles tight. But as selfish as I want to be, I’ve got a house full of people expecting dinner.

Angrily, I tug a pair of boxers up my legs, followed by some pants and a shirt.

I scrub the towel over my hair, leaving it however it falls and abandoning the damp fabric on the floor, a surefire way to piss her off when she walks out. Doing it makes my eye twitch, but I stand firm and leave the room.

“Why are you loitering?” I snap, unsurprisingly finding JD pacing back and forth down the hallway.

“What happened?” he asks, his eyes holding mine, begging for information.

“You need to find a way to get past this obsession, J. It’s going to drag you down.”

“I’m not ob—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “I’m just worried.”

“Trust me, she’s fine,” I murmur, thinking of the way she defied me only minutes ago.

“B-but—”

“I’m going to make dinner. You joining me or are you going to continue pacing out here like an impatient puppy?”

“You’re an asshole,” he seethes.

“So I’ve heard,” I mutter, marching past the door that hides Mav in his fucking bubble bath and jogging down the stairs in the hope it help rid me of the irritation and my raging hard-on.

“So, what’s the plan then, Big Man?” JD asks, once he’s sitting at his spot at the island and I have my head in the refrigerator, ready to grab everything I bought for dinner.

“Don’t call me that,” I snarl.

“Why not? When Alana does, it makes your eyes go all weird.”

My shoulders tense. “They do not.”

“Bro, they so do. It’s cute.”

Standing back, I glare at him. “Cute?”

“I know,” he says with a smirk. “I didn’t think you were capable of it either, but I was proved wrong.”

“And I’m the asshole,” I mutter, returning to the job at hand.

“Seriously though, what’s the plan?”

Lowering everything to the counter, I rest my palms on the cool surface and hang my head.

“I need to speak to my uncle. Let him know the latest. And get Ellis digging.”

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