“Nah, that’s you.”Jesse reached out to tousle her hair.“By the way, how was it?”
“How was what?”Polishing off the fajita, she eyed the container.Her mouth was telling her to have one more, but her stomach was telling her she’d regret it, and she’d yet to decide which one to listen to.
“Your first anal,” Jesse said with a wink and a grin.
“Oh.That.”Deciding to listen to her stomach, she nudged her plate aside and rolled to her back.“Well, my butthole is sore.”
“Been there, done that,” Jesse said drily.
Snickering, she stretched her arms above her head.She felt wonderful—warm, a little sleepy, and deeply satisfied, body and soul.“And I spent more time today than I ever thought possible worrying about the things that might come out of me during sex.”
Laughing, Jesse nearly fell into the beans.“Also been there, done that.”
“So I don’t know if I’d want to make it a regular thing,” she continued, then turned her head to smile at Knox.“But I came my brains out.”
His eyes were amused, his smile warm.“Twice.”
“Twice,” she confirmed, and since it was the only part of him she could reach, turned and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his ankle.
“And it was hot as fuck,” Jesse chimed in.“I had the best view.”
Chloe looked at him, amused.“You’re such a fuckboy.”
He just grinned.“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Oh, no.”She sat up to frame his face in her hands, and her lips met his in a laughing kiss.“It’s not a bad thing at all.”
“Mmm, you taste like beef and onions.”He started to take the kiss deeper, gathering her in, but she ducked away.
“Forget it,” she told him.“My pussy has beard burn.”
“Oops.”Grimacing, he rubbed a hand along his jaw.“Sorry.I guess I got a little overzealous there at the end.”
“I loved it,” she assured him.“But I’m done.”
Knox started stacking plates.“How about a movie?”
She turned her head, resting her cheek on Jesse’s bare shoulder, and smiled at him.“Sure, if you don’t mind me falling asleep in the middle of it.”
“It’s like, seven o’clock,” Jesse said.
“Yes, but I’ve been fucked and fed,” she pointed out.“Sleep is next on the agenda.”
“We don’t mind at all,” Knox assured her, and with the plates in one hand and the bag of chips in the other, leaned over and kissed her in his slow, sweet way.“Jesse, get the rest, will you?”
“Work, work, work,” Jesse bitched, but he let her go and gathered up the pans of food, following Knox to the stairs.
And she watched them go, curled up in the center of their bed in Jesse’s robe with Knox’s taste on her tongue, and told herself that this warm, contented, happy feeling was just a byproduct of good food and good sex—nothing more.
* * * *
“This movie,” she declared an hour later, “is awful.”
Beside her on the couch, Knox snorted.“I told you not to let him pick.”
“This movie,” Jesse said from floor beside the couch, where he had settled himself with a giant bowl of popcorn, “is an underrated classic.”
“The Vampire Happeningis an underrated classic,” she repeated.
