CHAPTER 2
HAILEY
Tyler swallows the Advil, mutters something about hitting the gym, and stumbles out the door with his duffel. The second the deadbolt clicks, I grab Jake’s wrist.
“Shower. Now.”
He grins like a wolf. “Thought you’d never ask, baby girl.”
We’re barely inside the master bath before clothes are flying. His cammies hit the tile, my tiny shorts and tank vanish, dog tags clinking as he yanks me under the rainfall shower. Hot water pounds down, steam swallowing us.
I drop to my knees the second the glass door shuts.
Water streams over his abs, down to his c**k already hard again. I look up, eyes locked on his.
“Want my mouth first, Marine?”
“f**k yes,” he growls, fisting my wet hair.
I take him deep, throat relaxing, swallowing until my nose presses against him. He groa
