They carried their empty plates back into the house. Bree and Denise cleaned up in the kitchen while Tim and Jase finished cleaning up outside.
Denise wiped her hands on a dish towel and hung it over the bar on the stove. “I’m out. Thanks for dinner.”
Jase closed the fridge. “Any time.”
Her mouth quirked and she hugged Bree. “I’ll call you tomorrow to work out when to drop the dog off.”
“Sounds good,” Bree said.
Denise waved a hand over her shoulder as she opened the door. “Tell Tim I said ’bye.”
“Will do,” Jase said.
The kitchen door closed as Tim walked around the corner. “’Bout time to call it a night. Early morning tomorrow.”
“Denise left, too,” Bree said.
Tim pulled Jase in for a bear hug, lifting him up onto his toes. “Good to have you back.”
Jase groaned as Tim squeezed him tight. “Ugh. Put me down, jackass.” His heels hit the floor when Tim released him, and he took a deep breath. Shit, he felt like a rib cracked.
Tim kissed Bree on the cheek. “I look forward to seeing a lot more of you, Bree.”
Her eyebrows raised and she smiled. “You too, Tim.”
“’Night, guys,” he said.
Jase watched as Bree closed the door to the dishwasher and started it. He pulled her close and brushed her hair away from her face as she wrapped her arms loosely around her waist.
“You look beat,” he noted.
“It’s been a long day.”
“It has, now that you mention it. What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”
“Seven-thirty. My first appointment is at eight.”
Jase leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Why don’t you head up? I’ll let the dogs out one last time and lock up.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Okay.” She went up on her toes and returned his kiss before heading to the stairs.
Jase let the dogs out onto the back patio and stayed out there while they did their business. This was easy. It’d been a day, and it felt like a routine they did every night. He scratched the dogs on the head as they trotted back to his side. He locked the door behind him while the dogs settled onto their beds by the fireplace. After walking through the house and turning off lights, he climbed the stairs. Only the top of Bree’s head peeked out of the covers, her hair spread across the pillow.
He stripped out of his clothes and climbed into bed. Leaning up on an elbow, he pulled the edge of the comforter away from her face. Her light lashes rested against the pale skin of her cheek, a smattering of freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheek. The corner of her mouth pulled down so she appeared to frown in her sleep. He brushed a finger across her cheek. Shit, she was beautiful. He shifted close to her back and pulled her close. He buried his nose in the nape of her neck and inhaled the light fragrance she used. He smiled and closed his eyes, an unfamiliar sense of contentment settled over him.
Bree woke slowly, blinking against the early morning light. Pressed against the length of Jase’s body, she flexed her fingers, then released them against his abs. One arm across his torso, a leg thrown over his, her knee nestled against the junction of his thighs. Her head was tucked into the pocket of his shoulder. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand as she calculated how much time she needed to get ready and make it to work on time. Bree smiled. Time to get creative.
She raised her head from his shoulder and lifted her arm and leg off his body, watching him closely for any sign he might wake up. She grabbed a condom off the nightstand. Pulling the sheet down, she revealed his six-pack abs and impressive morning erection. She bit the corner of her mouth. Sweet baby jesus.
She glanced at his face still relaxed - mouth slightly downturned and his short but thick, dark eyelashes resting against the soft skin under his eyes. She raised up on her knees and straddled the smorgasbord of maleness before her.
Running her fingertips down his abs, she stopped at the sculpted ‘V’ and couldn’t help but think of a meme a friend had sent her. It was a picture of a male model with chiseled abs and an arrow pointing to the ‘V’ with the caption,I don’t know what these are called but they make girls stupid. Bree knew what they were called, external obliques, and they still made her stupid.
Unable to resist the urge, Bree ran her tongue along the valley created by those defined muscles. She grasped the base of Jase’s cock and swirled her tongue around the head before slowly sliding as much of his length as she could into her mouth. She pulled her mouth up, dragging her tongue along the base of his cock.
