“Nah. Some prude didn’t appreciate our conversation.”
He sighs. “I’m so tired I forgot we’re at the airport.”
“Come on, big guy. I’m driving home. Did you sleep at all on the plane?”
“Very little, if at all. I’m all for quiet white noise, but a plane engine is a little loud.”
There’s something to be said about not checking bags. Walking right out and to the long-term parking garage is a breeze and we’re home within the hour.
Together, we climb into the shower and Etna leans against the cold tile, closing his eyes under the hot water. I watch him as I wash myself. I can’t believe how lucky I am to get to spend the rest of my life with him. I also can’t believe how I never realized how much I loved this man.
How had I ever thought we were just friends? It simply baffles my mind.
Etna’s eyes open and I can see just how tired he is. I lather up my loofa again and run it over his body. He smiles, his eyelids drooping.
“We can save the sexy stuff until after a nap,” I say.
“Generous,” he teases.
I lean in and kiss his lips. His hands come up to grip my arms, holding me there.
“I really missed you,” he murmurs. “Let’s not do that again.”
Grinning, I agree. “By the way, Gran is ecstatic to be a flower girl with your gram.”
Etna smiles. “That reminds me. Gram wants Gran’s number. They have, and I quote, ‘shenanigans to plan.’”
I laugh. “I can’t wait.”
“I also talked to Lo. He’s going to ‘bear the fuck outta our rings.’”
“I’m not sure if I should be worried.”
“I think we should be worried about our grandmothers more than Lo. Lo has Caulder to rein him in. Our grandmothers do not have a Caulder.”
“I’m excited to see what they do.”
Etna nods.
I wash up Etna, trying not to be too handsy because I can see just how dead on his feet he is. When I’m relatively certain he’s clean, I turn the water off and help him out of the shower. He continues to smile when I dry him off.
“Go to bed. I’ll be right in.”
He nods. Once he’s left the bathroom, I clean up our stray clothes and wet towels and then pull out the box of douche things under the sink. Even though I’m alone, my cheeks still heat. Are we really doing this?
It’s part of sex in asses, so yeah. We are. I’m weirdly excited about ass sex. I don’t even know why. It’s never sounded appealing before.
I spend some time reading the instructions and then taking the douche out of the box and setting it in the shower. I have a feeling that we’re going to want to do this alone. Maybe I’ll make sure he gets to sleep and then see what it’s all about while he’s napping.
Yep, that sounds like an idea.
Flicking the bathroom light off as I leave, I find Etna already passed out. I think he’s pretty much asleep. While it seems like a good enough time to go spray water up my ass until it runs clear, it’s been an entire day since I’ve held him in my arms. I think the joy of cleaning my hole is just going to have to wait.
Etna responds as soon as I touch him, pulling me close and wrapping around me. I’m not as tired as he is. I got up stupid early to catch the earliest flight I could, but I also got six hours of sleep last night.
However, as we lie together, Etna’s rhythmic breathing and steady heartbeat lull me into a comfortable sleep. It’s hypnotic. I love it.
It’s not much later when I wake up. I don’t think anything wakes me except that I shiver, so maybe I’m a bit chilly. When I open my eyes, I find Etna on his back, sprawled out, the blankets low on his hips. I sit up and look at him.
