“Like a six. You fucked me too hard.”
He chuckles and pulls out of me. “Let me wash you up and I’ll get you into bed.”
Grabbing the body wash again, Nico carefully washes his cum from my hole and cleans up my cock and balls.
After I rinse off the suds, he turns off the water and helps me from the shower. I’m too boneless to be pissed that he’s treating me like an invalid. And I secretly like when Nico is all nurturing. Makes my heart flutter.
He dries me off and helps me into a pair of pajama pants. Scowling at him, I say, “You still haven’t given me back the pants I let you borrow.”
“Don’t plan on it. They’re comfortable as fuck. Buy a new pair.”
“I swear I fucking hate you.”
Kissing me softly, he whispers against my lips, “You could never.”
I scoff and amble to my room, ready to lie down in Nico’s arms.
We climb between the sheets, and I sigh softly when his big body presses against mine.
He rests his chin on my shoulder, kissing my cheek. “I’ll keep the nightmares away.”
“You always do.” With that, I fall asleep.
The fucking blaringof Nico’s phone wakes me and I groan. Reaching for a pillow, I pull it down and hit him over the head with it. “Turn it off,” I demand in a sleep-slick voice.
“You’re fucking cranky in the mornings, you know that?” he grumbles.
“Get used to it. You only signed up for it for the rest of your life.”
“No take backs, right?”
“None.”
He grabs his phone as I turn over to wrap my limbs around him. “Good morning.”
“Morning, handsome. Sleep good?”
I shrug. “Would have been better if your fucking phone didn’t ring.”
He peeks at the screen, then his eyes widen. “Yeah?” he answers quickly. “Good, be there soon.” He hangs up and kisses my forehead. “You’ll forget all about that soon. Your surprise is ready. Get up and get dressed. I’ll wake Manuel.”
He’s out of bed before I can fully register what he’s saying. “You’re a dick,” I shout at his back.
“So you’ve said.”
Grumbling under my breath, I pad to the bathroom so I can brush my teeth and start the shower.
By the time Nico joins me, I’m already under the spray, washing my hair.
He grabs the body wash, squirts some on a cloth and lathers it up. He runs it over my body, not like he did last night, but like he’s trying to get me clean as quickly as possible.
“Where’s the fire?” I ask.
“We gotta go, baby. I promise you’ll like this surprise.”
“I fucking better if you’re trying to scrub my damn skin off.”
He cackles. “Sorry. Hurry up.”
