He ended the kiss. “I’ll be right there with you.” He sat up, thumping his chest. “My Lukey is amazing.”
I laughed, poking him in the ribs.
His eyes flooded with mischief. “I see.” He wriggled his eyebrows and launched a tickle attack.
“Ohmygod!” He got me under the arms—there and my feet my biggest tickle spots.
“What’s wrong? You ticklish?”
I howled with laughter, fighting to get away. “Stop!”’
“Stop what?”
“Stop…hick…stop!”
Hiccups. Damn.
He stopped, grabbing the bottle of water from the bedside table. “Here.”
“Thanks…hick.” I gulped it down.
His flip phone rang, buzzing across the floor. He spread himself across the bed to fetch it.
I played his butt cheeks like a pair of bongos.
“So firm.” I bent to kiss them.
I’d so be eating him out later. He loved that.
Come on, peachy pudding.
“Hey, sis. What’s up? Gossip? I’ll put you on speaker.”
He sat up, clicking a button.
I settled in behind him, wrapping my legs around his waist, my chin perched on his shoulder.
“Luke’s here,” he added.
“Hi there,”Eden’s jolly voice said.“I have a tidbit of Seth gossip.”
“Do tell,” I answered, kissing Asher’s collar bone.
“He caused a scene with Anita, telling her this is all a sham. That it’s his tower, frothing at the mouth, you know?”
“Knob,”Asher muttered.
“I lurked around the corner to listen, as you do.”
I giggled.
“She didn’t raise her voice, just told him this is the king’s wish to make a better weapon. He says he can’t stay in the tower anymore. Makes a big thing over moving out. She lets him. He’s gone.”
“Really?” Asher questioned.
Seth leaving the tower? Did every corner of hell just freeze over?
“He’s in a hotel along the seafront—The Laughing Whale.”