And even the damn cookies that we’d somehow rolled over on top of.
“Jas,” I whispered. “I can’t breathe.”
“You’re talking, so you’re breathing,” he muttered.
I snorted out a laugh, though I did have to admit it was slightly hard to draw a breath.
“We’re smashing all the cookies,” I tried again.
He grunted.
I ran my hand through his hair, my fingers finding the ridged scars even on his scalp.
I let him lie there, silently running my fingers through his hair until he finally scrounged up enough energy to roll over.
This time the bottle of Dr Pepper I’d brought into the bed earlier hit the floor and rolled.
“You’re a mess,” he said as he took me with him, his fingers going to my back.
I knew that there was probably melted chocolate and crumbs stuck to me, but it didn’t seem like either one of us had the energy to care.
Three orgasms. Two of which were given by Jasper’s penis.
I was ecstatic.
“Please tell me we can do this again,” I breathed against his chest.
His cock twitched inside of me. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
I smiled against his chest. “That sounds like a cop-out.”
“Give me a little time,” he said. “I’m not lying when I tell you that everything hurts. Though, it seems like you have a temporary fix for all that ails me.”
I snorted and leaned up, his half-hard cock pushing inside of me again.
His eyes flared.
Both of our phones went off, but neither one of us moved.
Well, we moved. But it definitely wasn’t to check our phones.
It was a couple of hours later before either one of us got around to checking our phones.
The first message that popped up on mine was an alert about ice, rain, and snowfall.
The second was an alert from the power company telling us of a possibility of power failure due to the power lines and ice.
The third was from the tow truck driver alerting me that he’d dropped my truck off in my driveway.
The fourth was from my sister ordering me not to leave because the roads were horrible.
It also hit me then that I remembered that I was supposed to go to her house in the morning to celebrate Christmas.
“Whoops,” I said. “I probably should’ve anticipated this storm and gone over there earlier tonight.”
“Your sister?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I showed him the text. “She’s going to be all sad now that I didn’t make it over there.”
