The last of his release drizzles over my fingers, and I release his cock from my grip, resting it on his stomach as I begin to pull out. I lower down, ghosting my lips over his as I slide out of him.
“Oof,” he coos.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just a big change from being so full to?—”
I won’t let him sayempty, cutting him off with a kiss. Then I gently roll him onto his side, pressing his back into my body.
“I got you, Jackson,” I whisper, kissing the back of his sweaty neck. “I got you.”
And I do.
He arches into my touch, and I smile, buzzing from head to foot. I’ve never felt so close, so connected to anyone as I do to him right now.
After a little while, his breathing evens out. Without waking him, I slide my arm out from under him to pull the covers up and turn off the bedside lights. Once the room is dark, I cradle him in my arms and drift off to sleep.
I wake up when I feel Jackson stirring in my arms. Sunlight creeps in around the curtains, a sure sign we’ve slept past dawn.
“Morning,” I say into the back of his shiny black hair.
“Morning.”
“Sleep well?”
“Better. Your breathing was still weird. Lucky for you, I passed out, so I didn’t hear it as much.”
I chuckle softly, amazed he’s able to pick up his teasing without missing a beat. I need at least two coffees to start functioning. “And what made you pass out?”
I can’t see his face, but I can feel him smile. “I think we both know.”
“You sore this morning?”
He wriggles his ass around a little, inadvertently rubbing it against my morning chub. “A little, yeah.”
And that instantly dashes any hopes I had for another round. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. You just have a really big dick.”
“Well, I’m sorry you’re sore. I’ll look after you.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to.” I tap him on the shoulder. “How much longer am I going to be talking to the back of your head?”
“Morning breath,” he replies. “I don’t want you dealing with mine. Or me with yours, frankly.”
I know better than to try and convince him otherwise, so I snuggle into him as we lie in a peaceful quiet.
A few minutes pass.
The note that was left for us said someone would pick us up today around lunchtime.
I plant a light kiss on the nape of his neck. “I know about your family owning the rescue center.”
His body goes rigid. “You do? How?”
“I did some digging into old property records on the place. Went back further than the standard few years. It showed that a Clancy Ford once owned the sanctuary and all the land surrounding it. Until he sold it to the Duporths.”
