Fury lifted a shoulder. “Know how you like surprises, Dennis.”
Dennis kept smiling at Fury. “Who’s the frat boy?”
Nathan started to answer, but Fury beat him to it. “His name’s Hunt,” Fury said, and it took everything Nathan had to remain cool and not demand to know how Fury knew his name or how long Fury had been in possession of it. “He’s here for the action.”
“Ooh-ho.” Dennis clapped Fury’s shoulder. “Better give him some, then, huh?”
“Plannin’ on it.”
Nathan got buried in an avalanche of dirty thoughts detailing exactly what kind of action Fury could show him, and Fury made some of them come true as he shrugged out of his coat. Nathan’s c**k decided to err on the side of intrigue instead of self-preservation, and Nathan stood dumbstruck and hardening while Fury yanked off his shir
