Jax laughs. “You’re done for. I want you to know that I’m cool with you ditching. Go cheer up your girl.”
I stand up, picking up my jacket and head for the door. “I know. And thanks, man. It was nice to finally meet you. Next time, I promise I’m there. No canceling.”
I stop for a minute and pick up my bag from the floor. It’s already packed with a change of clothes and toiletries. It’s not like I’m being hopeful, but more because every night I’ve gone to her place ended the same way lately—me staying the night, our bodies tangled together, falling asleep to shared breaths and quiet conversations that stretched long past midnight. We spend the next morning half-awake, limbs tangled together, our hands roaming the other's body.
We wake the next morning and I dread getting out of bed. But I have a class today that I can’t miss.
“I need to shower,” I mumble to her, as she snuggles closer into me.
“Me too. I have a meeting with Lorna this morning. And I need to do some shopping.”
“Want to shower with me?” I ask her.
“I do,” she practically purrs the words.
We give each other a kiss and I let out a groan as she rolls out of my arms and we both get out of bed. We make our way to her bathroom and she turns on the shower while I quickly brush my teeth.
She steps in the shower before me, but I can see her reflection in the mirror checking out my ass.
“Like what you see?” I ask her.
“Umm, you do have a nice ass. I like your dick better. Especially when it’s buried deep inside of me.”
That lights a fire under my ass and I finish brushing my teeth and step in behind her, shutting the glass door. Steam curls around us, water sliding warm over my skin.
Cove has her back to mine, letting her body lean into mine as I squirt some soap on a loofah and start washing her body, taking my time caressing her breasts, before moving down to her bare pussy.
She slips her hands between our bodies, gripping my cock in her hand and strokes it firmly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she murmurs. “You’re fucking addicting.”
“Good.” I turn my head, and press a kiss to her temple, then her cheek. “’Cause I’m not going anywhere.”
My fingers slip between her thighs as she takes a step to the side opening the space for me.
“You’re wet and not from the shower,” I whisper into her ear.
She lets out a moan when I press a finger against her clit.
“Fuck me,” she orders, her voice husky with want.
That’s all I need to hear.
“Turn around.” My voice is deep and commanding. She pulls away from me, turns and faces me, and I slip my hands around her waist as I walk her backwards against the tile wall.
Lifting up one of her legs, I wrap it around my waist as I take hold of my cock and press it against her opening before thrusting inside of her.
Her body presses tighter against the wall with each movement I make. Water beats down on us as we both are overcome with arousal until finally we’re both groaning our release. We stay like that, our bodies connected as the last waves of our orgasm crash over us.
We finish our shower, only when the water runs cold do we get out of the shower. Cove first, getting a towel for herself and then handing one back to me.
We dry off, then go to her bedroom to dress. I’m pulling my shirt over my head when my phone buzzes on her nightstand.
I pick it up, expecting it to be Tanner. But it isn’t.
Mom.
I stare at the screen longer than I should before deciding to answer.
