He gulped, glanced down at the log that was threatening to burst the seam of his briefs, and then managed a nod. “Yeah, what do you think?”
Jinx grinned. “I think it’s nap time.”
Chapter Six
A raging hard -on isn’t exactly conducive to restful sleep. It was a testament to his training that he was able to nap at all. In the field, a SEAL learns to get some shut-eye wherever, whenever he can, explosions and hard-ons be damned. Still, it had taken him twice as long to fall asleep after dealing with Jinx then it would’ve if he’d been going up against a group of highly dangerous enemy combatants.
The girl was a WMD.
Woman of Maximum Desirability.
But sleep he must’ve, because one minute he was snorting at his own bad joke, and the next he was wide awake, senses alert and muscles tensed when he heard a floorboard creak on the other side of the door.
Jinx was sneaking into the room. Maybe she planned to slip in beside him and take him up on his offer? Delicate fingers brushed the knots at his leg. Nope, she was just untying him. He thought about fake waking up and taking another opportunity to spar with her. It would be fun to see irritation flash across those lovely features again.
Nah. He stayed still, kept his breathing slow and even. Let her think he was still asleep. There’d be time for more fun later.
She finished quickly, lowering his leg to the bed so gently that, if not for his training, he might’ve slept right through it. She had a soft touch for such a hard exterior.
They weren’t going to be having dinner together after all. He’d figured that much out when he heard the scuffle of dog paws on hardwood, the hushed “goodbyes”, followed by the sound of the apartment door closing. Jinx had gone down to the club early.
Wyatt hopped out of bed. This was good actually. He could use the time alone to clear his head, get dressed, and grab something to eat downstairs before tonight’s work. He took a quick shower, washed the sleep out of his eyes, and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Rifling through his duffel bag he found a pair of black denims and a black t-shirt, the uniform de rigueur for security staff in nightclubs. He pulled them on, noting with some delight that Jinx was right, his knee felt considerably better than it had this morning.
The dogs greeted him at the bedroom door, a platoon of fur-covered bouncy balls, escorting their newly adopted commander down the hall to the kitchen. It was Clyde who alerted him to Jinx’s gift by pacing back and forth in front of the kitchen counter until Wyatt caught on. She’d avoided having dinner with him, but this gesture suggested she felt a little guilty about that. A fat sandwich, heavy with cold cuts, crisp lettuce, and two thick slices of tomato sat on the counter, wrapped in plastic. A note on top said:
Went in early, didn’t want to wake you. Hopefully this sandwich is still here when you wake. If not, the dogs ate it. In which case, you can order a pizza downstairs.
~ J
Wyatt liberated the sandwich from the plastic, pinched off a piece of ham for Clyde, then stuffed half of what was left in his mouth.
“Your Mommy likes me,” he said to the dogs while chewing. “I know that because she left me a sandwich. Women don’t make sandwiches for guys they don’t like.” The dogs circled his feet, jumping up as if they thought they had a chance at some ham too.
“True fact fellas.” Wyatt wolfed down the rest of the sandwich, save one bite, which he broke into four pieces and tossed to each dog in turn. “Wish me luck guys,” he said, as the dogs smacked their lips and panted up at him adoringly. “I’ve got my work cut out for me. I’ve gotta keep the club safe…” He counted off on his fingers. “Catch the bad guys, and then still have enough energy left to seduce your Mom and make sweet, sweet love to her all night long.”
Four little heads tilted in unison.
“Respectfully.”
Four smiles
Jinx grinned. “I think it’s nap time.”
Chapter Six
A raging hard -on isn’t exactly conducive to restful sleep. It was a testament to his training that he was able to nap at all. In the field, a SEAL learns to get some shut-eye wherever, whenever he can, explosions and hard-ons be damned. Still, it had taken him twice as long to fall asleep after dealing with Jinx then it would’ve if he’d been going up against a group of highly dangerous enemy combatants.
The girl was a WMD.
Woman of Maximum Desirability.
But sleep he must’ve, because one minute he was snorting at his own bad joke, and the next he was wide awake, senses alert and muscles tensed when he heard a floorboard creak on the other side of the door.
Jinx was sneaking into the room. Maybe she planned to slip in beside him and take him up on his offer? Delicate fingers brushed the knots at his leg. Nope, she was just untying him. He thought about fake waking up and taking another opportunity to spar with her. It would be fun to see irritation flash across those lovely features again.
Nah. He stayed still, kept his breathing slow and even. Let her think he was still asleep. There’d be time for more fun later.
She finished quickly, lowering his leg to the bed so gently that, if not for his training, he might’ve slept right through it. She had a soft touch for such a hard exterior.
They weren’t going to be having dinner together after all. He’d figured that much out when he heard the scuffle of dog paws on hardwood, the hushed “goodbyes”, followed by the sound of the apartment door closing. Jinx had gone down to the club early.
Wyatt hopped out of bed. This was good actually. He could use the time alone to clear his head, get dressed, and grab something to eat downstairs before tonight’s work. He took a quick shower, washed the sleep out of his eyes, and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Rifling through his duffel bag he found a pair of black denims and a black t-shirt, the uniform de rigueur for security staff in nightclubs. He pulled them on, noting with some delight that Jinx was right, his knee felt considerably better than it had this morning.
The dogs greeted him at the bedroom door, a platoon of fur-covered bouncy balls, escorting their newly adopted commander down the hall to the kitchen. It was Clyde who alerted him to Jinx’s gift by pacing back and forth in front of the kitchen counter until Wyatt caught on. She’d avoided having dinner with him, but this gesture suggested she felt a little guilty about that. A fat sandwich, heavy with cold cuts, crisp lettuce, and two thick slices of tomato sat on the counter, wrapped in plastic. A note on top said:
Went in early, didn’t want to wake you. Hopefully this sandwich is still here when you wake. If not, the dogs ate it. In which case, you can order a pizza downstairs.
~ J
Wyatt liberated the sandwich from the plastic, pinched off a piece of ham for Clyde, then stuffed half of what was left in his mouth.
“Your Mommy likes me,” he said to the dogs while chewing. “I know that because she left me a sandwich. Women don’t make sandwiches for guys they don’t like.” The dogs circled his feet, jumping up as if they thought they had a chance at some ham too.
“True fact fellas.” Wyatt wolfed down the rest of the sandwich, save one bite, which he broke into four pieces and tossed to each dog in turn. “Wish me luck guys,” he said, as the dogs smacked their lips and panted up at him adoringly. “I’ve got my work cut out for me. I’ve gotta keep the club safe…” He counted off on his fingers. “Catch the bad guys, and then still have enough energy left to seduce your Mom and make sweet, sweet love to her all night long.”
Four little heads tilted in unison.
“Respectfully.”
Four smiles
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