She sucks at the now empty cardboard box loudly before replacing it on the table. Then she cups my chin and stares at me deadass. “Jester, you are the best lay I’ve ever had. Happy?”
Euphoric.
“Same.”
Faith hops off the bed. The sassy wench gives me a cheeky grin. “I know.”
She strolls to the bathroom, her incredible body on display. She’s got one hell of an ass. The perfect size for my hands. Same as her tits. It’s like they were created for me, and as I watch her go, I fold my hands behind my head, remembering the nights I lay in bed thinking about her. Wishing she was here. Now she is, and my body still burns for her touch. Her scent lingers on me as I listen to her in the bathroom, at the sink, and it’s like a dream. Yeah, I know. Guys aren’t supposed to be like this, but when the hell was I like other men? I’m me. Unapologetically weird in the head. I’m okay with it because at the end of the day, I’m the only one who has to live with me.
Well, Faith does too now, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
There’s a giant wet spot on the sheets to prove how much she enjoys being with me.
And because I’m a gentleman, I’ll even sleep in said wet spot.
Nah. Fuck that. Time to change the sheets, because gross. No one likes to sleep in their own jiz.
Oh, damn. We didn’t use a condom. I always wear a condom. Where the hell was my brain? Between Faith’s legs, that’s where. Not that I’m a walking disease factory. But still. I may be a clown, but I’m responsible.
Today, I wasn’t.
Faith comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel. She takes one look at me, and her brows crash together. “What’s wrong?”
I scrub a hand over my face. “We didn’t use a condom.”
The color drains from her. “Oh, God, Jester, please don’t tell me you’re not clean.”
I shake my head. “No. Faith, no. It’s not like that. I’m clean. Swear to God. I just… Are you… If you were anyone other thanyou, I wouldn’t have a problem asking this…” I wave my hands at her, flustered as fuck.
“Should I be insulted?” Faith rolls her eyes and loses the towel. Now I’mreallyflustered. She flops on the bed and cuddles against me. “Jester, sweetheart, are you asking if I’m on birth control?”
“The latter,” I admit on a huff.
Her laugh is musical. “I am, and I’m clean, too.”
I kiss the top of her head and tuck her in closer. “Hungry?”
“Nope. Are you?”
“Nope.” Even if I were, which I’m not, I wouldn’t admit it. It would mean I’d have to go to the kitchen for food, and the last thing I want to do right now is move. Not when I have my girl where I want her. “I missed you so damn much.”
“Same.” She relaxes, and we’re quiet for a while. I stroke her hair, and as Jamie says, I allow myself to be present in the moment. In fact, I’m so in the moment, I almost jump out of my skin when Faith breaks the silence. “So, I guess we’re back together, huh?”
Swear my heart skips a beat or two before easing back to its regular rhythm. “Would that be a bad thing?”
She shrugs. “I’ll get back to you on it.”
I slam my brows together. “You’ll fucking get back to me?”
Faith leans up on her elbow. “I’m teasing.” She kisses me, her lips soft against mine. “God, when did you become sensitive?”
“When I lost you.” The words fly out of my face before I can stop them. Not that I would. As I’ve proved with her, I’m all in and going for total honesty. I stroke her cheek. Her skin is so smooth. “You’re beautiful.”
Her entire face flames at my compliment. “So are you.”
I pull a skeptical face at that. “Men can’t be beautiful.”
“I beg to differ.” The tip of Faith’s tongue peeks out, wetting her lower lip. “Everything about you is frustratingly beautiful. You’re too perfect for your own good.” She narrows her eyes on me, her expression one of playful accusation. “I bet you still use your looks to your advantage.”
