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Chase chuckled, motioning toward Mackenzie. “He said you might be otherwise engaged, and he didn’t want to interrupt a morning love fest.”
“I’ll kill him. It’s that simple.”
“Foster!” Kash’s voice echoed up the stairs. “Keaton’s on video. You and Mac need to get your asses down here.”
Chase swatted Foster in the chest. “Keaton’s nothing if not punctual. Get dressed.” He ambled back out the door only to stop a foot into the hallway. “And before you think about blowing us off, I’ll be waiting right here.”
Foster shut the door, leaning against it as he met Mackenzie’s gaze. “I’m starting to think I need new friends.”
Mackenzie laughed. “Please, those are your ride or die guys. Though, I’m starting to think they’re the real reason you suggested I wear your tee to bed.”
“Busted. Though, you do look incredibly hot wearing my clothes. Guess you probably need some sweats, huh?”
“I’m pretty sure everything from last night is still wet.”
“We’ll do laundry, but in the meantime...” He sorted through his stuff, tossing her some track pants. “That’s the smallest I’ve got.”
She waved off his concern, shimmying into them. “As long as they’re dry.”
Foster walked over to her, thumbing the waistband. “Way hotter than I imagined. Especially knowing I get to remove them, later.”
“Careful what you wish for, or I might not care that Keaton and your team are waiting for us downstairs.”
He grunted, then snagged her around the waist before spinning and backing her against the wall. He fisted her hair as he lowered his face level with hers. “Challenge accepted.”
He ravaged her mouth, groaning when she shifted enough to ride his thigh, yanking him back down once he’d paused to catch a breath. Foster upped the ante, smoothing his hand beneath her shirt before cupping her breast. Grinning at how her nipple beaded against his palm. He was already working through how to get her naked, again, in record time, when Chase banged on the door.
“Still waiting, you two.”
Foster clenched his jaw, rolling his right shoulder as he shook out his hand then concentrated on stepping away from Mac. It took a few tries, but he managed to untangle his body from hers before grabbing her hand. He shook his head, then headed for the door, huffing at Chase when his buddy smirked at them. “We’re good.”
Chase laughed as they stepped into the hallway. “Mac doesn’t look as if she agrees, but it’ll have to do.”
Foster snapped his gaze to her, and Chase hadn’t been joking. Her eyes were dilated, her lips still kiss-swollen as she took several deep breaths, clenching her jaw until he thought her teeth would crack. But she managed to rein it in, nodding at him a moment later.
He leaned in close. “Just a delay. Promise.”
She rolled her eyes but followed him along the hallway then down the stairs, toward the kitchen. Kash and Zain were at the counter chatting with Keaton or Dawson. His buddies looked up, grinning at Foster when he stopped next to them.
Zain laughed, and Foster flipped the man off, offering Mac a stool before taking his.
He claimed the one next to her, running his hand down his face. “At least tell me you’ve got coffee.”
Kash slid a couple cups their way. “Fresh from the Lighthouse Café. It appears Jordan remembered how you both order it. Which means we either go there far too often, or there’s something unique about her.”
Mac exhaled. “You mean more unique than those Krav Maga moves she unleashed the other day? Classes at the Y, my ass.”
“Agreed.” Kash angled the phone so it faced Foster and Mac. “And not what you apparently asked Keaton and Dawson to look into, so I’ll turn the conversation over to them.”
Foster focused on the screen, groaning inwardly at the smug smiles Keaton and Dawson flashed him. “Do you two need to get any razzing off your chests, or can we get down to business?”
Keaton chuckled. “I’m thinking that’s what we interrupted but…” He nodded at Mac. “Nice to see you, again, Mackenzie.”
She took a swig of her coffee. “I’d say the same, Keaton, but I had big plans for this morning, none of which involves an audience.”
Foster choked on his sip of coffee, glancing over at her. He fell even harder at the way she smiled at him, and how she didn’t seem the least bit fazed that their changing relationship had been outed.
Keaton whistled. “Straight for the jugular. But that’s what you Coasties do. I find it interesting that Foster neglected to mention you were former Coast Guard last night.”