“It’s more like a fine mist.”
“It wasn’t supposed to rain at all. Even the weather app shows it’s sunny.”
“So you think there is just a small pocket of rain above our house because of my mother? You sound coo-coo-ca-choo.”
“And you don’t?”
“I know you’re not being serious.”
“I mostly am.”
“What can I do to retract the whole no orgasm for the rest of the week comment?”
“Well, you can stop saying it. That’s for damn skippy. I don’t want that bad joo joo rubbing off on me.”
A sigh escapes as I pick up my spoon again. “Well, hopefully the rain will stop and my mom doesn’t show up.”
“Hello love!” Knox calls across the room, walking in from outside. “Man, it feels great outside. There’s just this little patch of rain here, but once you get down the beach like half a mile, it clears up. Weirdest thing.”
“Don’t you fucking say a word.” I point at Lizzy.
There’s no way.
Jax walks in a moment later, wiping his face. He’s been quiet since last night. After we finished, he stayed in the bathroom for quite a while. Emmett was confused and didn’t really say much.
Figuring we needed to give Jax space, Emmett and I went into the other bathroom, where we took a shower and he cleaned me. He’s always so gentle and so loving with me. By the time we got back to the bedroom, Jax was asleep on the mattress.
Knox and Callum were still downstairs talking to Beckett or Will, not sure if it was just one of them or both. I think they’d forgotten about the jug of water they were supposed to bring up, which was ok. I would have appreciated it, but at the same time I felt… last night felt… different. Jax felt more… explorative. I felt his fingers near the end. It was like they were searching out Emmett’s cock, but he was still scared.
Was he mad at himself for giving into temptation? Is he still mad?
When I woke up this morning, he was already out of bed and gone.
“Did you boys have a pleasant run?” I try to keep my voice as light and airy as possible.
“Yea,” Jax mumbles, walking over to the counter to grab his extra-large water bottle.
His shirt is off and there’s sweat dripping down his body, disappearing into his dark elastic waistband. His leg muscles are tight and bulging, and there’s a small amount of sand still left on the top of his feet.
“I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower.” He sets the empty water bottle back on the counter and walks upstairs.
“What’s wrong with him?” Lizzy asks. Even she knew enough not to crack any jokes right now.
“Nothing,” Knox defends. “He’s always like this after long runs.”
“How long is long?”
“This morning we ran for fifteen miles.”
“Fif- what?” Lizzy stutters. “On the sand?”
“It was hard and wet.”
“Like your-”
“Lizzy!”
She rolls her eyes playfully. “I was just teasing. Obviously.”
