Tomboy

It had taken approximately four hundred years, but he and Fallon had finally snuck out of the Hartigans’ house after giving one more congratulations hug to Lucy and Frankie. They’d driven the few blocks to Fallon’s place like two teenagers sneaking out to screw.

The house she shared with Finn was a cute place that, unlike Zach’s house, had furniture and actually looked like someone lived there.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back,” she said with a mysterious smile and left him in the living room almost as soon as they walked in. “I just wanna grab your hoodie real quick.”

She was gone down the hallway before he could stop her.

He didn’t give two shits about the hoodie. All he wanted was to get her back to his house so they could get naked. One-track mind? Him? Hell, yeah. But when she’d asked to stop at her place, he wasn’t about to say no. He seemed to have a hard time of that when it came to her, plus he wasn’t above getting a peek at another aspect of her life.

If someone would have told him six months ago that he not only would have attended two fundraisers for a free clinic along with a paintball fun day with his teammates and enjoyed all three events, he would have laughed in their face. Then he probably would have told them to fuck off. Yeah, he’d definitely earned his nickname.

Doing laps around the living room while he waited for Fallon, he checked out the family photos on the fireplace mantle. There were pictures of trips to theme parks when the kids were all still in school, another of a family BBQ, and then there was one of Fallon at her nursing school graduation. She was standing next to a guy, and they had their arms wrapped around each other’s waists. While Fallon was looking straight at the camera, the guy was looking at her. Zach ground his teeth together and fisted his hands at his side as an unfamiliar raw-edged annoyance zipped through him. Zach didn’t know who the dude was, but he didn’t like him.

Jealous much?

When it came to Fallon, yeah, it turned out he was.

“Found it,” Fallon said, pulling his attention away from the photo and over to the other end of the living room.

He took one look at her then offered up a thank-you to the universe that he was in good shape because otherwise he might have had a heart attack right there. Fallon stood just beyond the entrance to the hall wearing his Ice Knights hoodie and nothing else. He’d spent a lot of time on the road thinking about how she’d look in just his hoodie. His imagination hadn’t done her justice.

It came down to just below her ass, giving him the perfect view of her long, strong legs. The fact that it puffed out around her, hiding everything between her shoulders and her ass, just made him want to peel it off of her and reveal what was underneath.

He let out a breath he hadn’t reali

zed he’d been holding. “Please tell me your brother isn’t coming home tonight.”

She played with the strings hanging down from the hood, a sexy little vixen smirk playing on her lips. “I told him to couch surf at Fiona’s.”

“Thank God,” he said, crossing over to her, the need to be near her, touch her, have her overwhelming everything else. “Because I’m not sure I could do you quietly after seeing you in that.”

“Why?” she asked in what he would only think of from this day forward as her Naughty Nurse voice. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“That’s one way to describe it.”

“Can you describe your symptoms to me?”

He took her hand and placed it on his chest. “My heart is hammering.”

“I see.” She nodded, her pink tongue wetting her lips.

“It’s hard to breathe.” He guided her hand lower, stopping just above his jeans.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ve got a hard ache right here.” He lowered her palm and pressed it to his aching cock.

She lightly squeezed him. “Perhaps some massage?”

“That might help.” Or it might kill him, but he’d die a happy man.

“I think I need to do an exam.” She sank down to her knees. “If you’ll press your palms against the wall and follow my directions.”

He did exactly what she asked as his entire body tensed and hardened, tightened by a rush of lust and something more that nearly had him on his knees. This wasn’t just play anymore. It wasn’t a game. It sure as hell wasn’t just for fun. They’d crossed a line, and he didn’t want to go back.

Her hands went to the button of his jeans, but her gaze stayed on his as she slipped it free and then lowered his zipper. “Don’t move.”

Hell, he couldn’t even remember how to breathe at the moment, so he wasn’t worried about breaking the no-moving rule. Leaning forward, she used her hot mouth to trace the line of his happy trail as she worked his jeans and underwear down his legs.