“One day, I hope you can tell me what happened to you, too,” I reply.
My phone pings, and both of us huff as if we were waiting on something to break this moment apart. I snicker as we separateand lean over the counter to get my phone, already knowing it’s Jax.
“He doesn’t quit, does he?” I ask Nick.
Nick scoffs. “He’s never had to.”
It’s a photo message, and when I tap it, my brows lift.
“Oh,hello, Jax,” I muse excitedly.
The picture is of his hard, very nice, cock in his hand, my underwear wrapped around his fingers. Cum is spilled over his fingers and the black fabric. The sight of it all makes my thighs squeeze.
“What is it?” Nick asks.
“I got a dick pic,” I say, grinning.
My phone vibrates again, and I look down to see his next message.
Jax
I think I should come over to make sure he’s fucking you properly.
Nick chuckles and places a chaste kiss upon my temple. “I have an idea,” he says.
“Sounds dangerous,” I reply.
“You’ll love it. So will he.”
He steps around to the counter overhang, grabs one of my stools, and moves it beside where I’m standing. All I can do is frown at him working his way through my upper cabinets, clearly searching for something.
“What are you?—”
I stop talking as he grabs the brand new jar of coconut oil out of my pantry and rips the plastic from around the lid.
“What are you doing with that?”
“Testing you,” he says, unscrewing it.
My brows lift. Testing…
“Come again?”
“You will.”
I purse my lips, and he smiles crookedly, dimple showing. “Snowflakes,” he says.
I frown again, making him huff under his breath.
“It’s your safe word,” he adds.
Oh.
Nick inclines his head toward me and gently kisses my cheek. I don’t know how the fuck he makes cheek kisses so sexy, but every time his lips graze my face, I can’t breathe.
“You’re really cute when you’re confused. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
