I lean in and kiss her just as Nolan walks into the room. "Did you say you want to go to breakfast?" he asks, grabbing the extra coffee.
"Yeah."
"Okay, let me take a really quick shower."
"I'll give you some space," Saige says. "Oh, shit. I have nothing to wear."
"Nah, I washed your clothes last night. They should be in the dryer now."
"Oh…thanks."
"You're welcome, baby. It's the door beside the garage. And if you want to shower, you can use the one downstairs, too."
"Okay."
Once she leaves, Nolan locks the bedroom door. "Do you care if I steal more of your clothes?"
"What's mine is yours."
"Thanks."
I lie back on the bed, watching him pick out some clothes and then strip down before heading toward my en suite bathroom, scarred from his neck to his hips, down his arms and the front of his thighs.
If he were still alive, I'd kill him all over again.
"I love you," I tell him.
"I love you, too."
After he closes the bathroom door, I get a text from my mom.
MOM I just talked to Juliette. She said you told her that you and Nolan are together now, and you have a girlfriend.
I was just fucking with Jules.
You do realize there are cameras in the backyard, don't you?
The fuck? Why would she watch them?
You can't date a girl like that, Dax. Don't bring her home again. And you can do a lot better than Nolan.
What about Nathan's cousin, Liliana, from the wedding? You two seemed to hit it off.
I lock my phone, toss it aside, and then knock on the bathroom door.
"It's unlocked," Nolan says.
I open the door, step inside, and lock it behind me. "Can I get in?" I ask him. "I'm feeling angsty."
He chuckles a little. "Yeah, go ahead."
I watch through the steamed glass doors as he tilts his head back, rinsing his hair. By the time I undress, his dick is already hard.
I step into the shower behind him, wrapping my hand around it. He leans back against me, closing his eyes, his breath heavy while I stroke him in my fist, my own hard cock pressing against his ass.
I love the way he melts under my touch. I love his moans—low rumbles coming from somewhere in his chest. I work his shaft, taking my time with the tip while my own grows so hard it starts dripping cum while I rock against his backside.
"How are you feeling?" I ask him.
