“Because you’re hung?”
He blushes again, and that’s just fucking cute.
“Their jaws would hurt, or they’d gag too much and give up.”
“So…”
“So I got used to allowing a few minutes of mouth action before I took over and we did other things.”
As much as I hate hearing about anyone before me, this is also beyond fascinating. Straight gold. I grin like a Cheshire cat.
“Well, those bitches missed out, because you are gorgeous coming down my throat like that.”
“Gorgeous?” he asks, broody eyebrows raised in interest at my choice of words.
“I said what I said.”
“Do I get to return the favor?” Jaxon asks, sitting forward as I stick his foot back in his sweats and pull them up his legs. He lifts his ass, and I smile, happy to have this intimate moment of caring for him.
“Nope. Not tonight, big boy.”
Jaxon grabs my shirt and yanks me forward.
“I don’t like that idea.”
“Tough. You take care of everyone else all the time. I enjoyed doing something just for you.”
A soft expression overtakes his face. He doesn’t know what to think of that.
“You make me want to say words, Hol.” He blows out a breath. “They’re coming, so you better start getting used to the idea.”
I swallow hard, a mixture of feelings coursing through me as I nod in understanding. He smiles softly and tilts his head, ghosting his lips over mine once, twice, three times in a way that makes me feel like he just said those words in his head. A stuttered breath leaves me, and he pulls us to our feet.
“If we don’t get to bed, I’m going to get myself in trouble.”
He flicks off the TV, and I watch him fold the blanket and throw it over the back of the couch.
“Now, I can’t watch your ass walk up those stairs in front of me. It does wild things to my brain. Hop on.”
“Excuse me?”
“Spidermonkey style.”
“Wait a hot minute, did you just referenceTwilight?”
“That was the one and only time you’ll ever hear it from me too. Climb on.”
I toss my head back with a silent laugh, climbing onto him and giggling quietly into his neck as he stands.
“Damn it, I think I’m just screwed with anything you do, but at least there’s no luscious cheeks in my face,” he grits, and I chuckle harder, my shoulders shaking. Jaxon takes the steps quickly but quietly, depositing me on my bed with an ‘oof’. Tigger ‘brrrs’ at him in hello from the head of my bed, and Jax scoops him up.
“You are coming with me,” he mutters, scratching under his chin.
“You’re stealing my kitty.”
“Well, you’re denying me my other ‘kitty.’”
I shake my head as he leans in and pecks me three times before whispering a quick goodnight and hustling out the door with my cat and my heart.