Jonah screwed up his expression, concentrating on not moving and keeping his lower half relaxed. Sure enough, the knot began to soften after a minute and eventually Emmett slipped free. Jonah moaned when Emmett reached between them, gently massaging his hole to relax it.
“Emmett…”
Emmett chuckled. “I’m trying to be nice. If you keep making noises like that, I’m going to think you want to go again.”
Well… there were worse ways to spend a Friday evening.
CHAPTER THIRTY
After a marathon of very enthusiastic sex, Emmett wasn’t surprised when he woke up late the following morning. The sun was beaming into the room, spilling across the bed and only encouraging him to stay where he was. He was toasty warm and comfortable, though part of that probably had something to do with the human body pillow he was snuggled up against. Emmett shifted to his elbow and looked down, and a smile spread across his face as he took in the view. Jonah was still dead to the world, drooling a little, hugging Emmett’s arm to his chest like a comfort blanket. He was so cute.
Emmett’s tail thumped against the bed under the blankets, making him wince. He didn't want to wake Jonah with the noise, but with Jonah holding his arm, he was a little stuck and couldn’t reach back to stop it. He tried staring at the ceiling, thinking about other things, but the minute he looked down at Jonah again, his stupid tail started going crazy, and eventually, the sound woke up his bedmate. He grimaced apologetically when Jonah blinked up at him sleepily.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Jonah finally released his arm, stretching in a way that showed off all the hard earned muscles of his body barelycovered by the sheet around his waist. Emmett’s mouth went a little dry. Maybe he could apologize with a blowjob. He wanted to get his mouth on the gorgeous man, stat.
“What time is it?” Jonah asked around a yawn, finally opening his eyes fully to look around the room.
Reeling in his lecherous thoughts, Emmett reached across Jonah to nudge a few books and knick knacks out of the way on his nightstand so he could see the clock.
“Nine thirty,” he reported.
Jonah blinked in surprise. “Wow. I’ve never slept that late before.”
“Never?” Emmett queried curiously. “Not even on weekends?”
Shaking his head, Jonah sat up, scrubbing his hands over his face to wake himself up. “The farm never sleeps in, and neither did we. I got up early every morning to do my chores before doing anything else. I think the latest I ever slept in was seven, and I was sick with the flu at the time. My mom had me do the easier stuff since I had a fever, but I couldn’t skip out completely. There was too much work to do.”
Emmett was pretty sure he failed miserably hiding the indignant look on his face. Making anyone work while they were sick was wrong. If he’d been there, he would’ve tucked Jonah into bed and kept him there until he was one hundred percent better and even then, he might still hover. Supes didn’t get sick as often as humans did. It would make him antsy knowing Jonah wasn’t feeling well.
Jonah huffed at the look and shook his head. “It’s fine. I didn’t hate it. I’m not one of those people who takes forever to wake up thanks to that habit, and I’ve never needed to rely on coffee to function either. I like it, and it’s a nice boost when I need a pick-me-up, but a lifetime of waking up early trained my body to wake up alert to get the job done.”
Emmett nodded in agreement, slipping out of bed when Jonah did. “I’m the same. You know who isn’t, though? Kian. Do not cross that man before he’s had at least one cup of coffee. He and his mate are both obsessed with it, and will snap at you if they haven’t been properly caffeinated.”
The warning made Jonah snort, but Emmett was not kidding. His ears still hurt from the reaming he got earlier in the week when he called Kian to get Jonah’s schedule. He was lucky Kian had gotten distracted with the plans to cheer up Jonah because he would normally prank people for irritating him like that. Emmett had been on pins and needles all of Monday waiting for his retaliation.
This time, when Jonah mentioned taking a shower, Emmett went with him. He crowded under the spray, pressed up against Jonah’s back, and grinned when his favorite human looked up at him with a smirk.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes. I’ll wash your back, you wash mine?”
Spinning around, Jonah eyed him up and down, the smirk turning heated as he said, “I kind of want to wash your front, too.”
Ooh. Was Jonah a morning sex kind of person? That would make him even more perfect.
Handing Jonah the bottle of soap from the little alcove in the wall, he grinned at him. “You can wash whatever you want, as long as I get to do the same to you.”
Jonah hummed, squirting a good helping of the liquid into his palm before handing the bottle back. “I think I’m okay with that,” he teased.
Emmett had planned on taking his turn after Jonah was finished, but he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and eventually, he gave into the urge to soap up all that smooth creamy skin. He was getting a little handsy with Jonah’s asswhen the human decided to repay the favor, soapy palms sliding around him to grip his ass tight enough to make Emmett gasp. Of course, he was still under the water, so gasping wasn’t a good idea. He choked and spluttered, making Jonah laugh as he patted Emmett’s back to help him out.
“Evil human,” Emmett croaked. “You did that on purpose.”
Jonah rolled his eyes, a grin still pulling at his lips. “Grabbed your ass? Yes, that was definitely on purpose. Made you breathe water? That was all you, buddy.”
Emmett mock growled, feeling triumphant when Jonah’s pupils dilated and he moved closer so they were pressed up against each other. He was going to comment on the reaction when Jonah reached behind him to soap up his tail. Emmett’s hands shot out to brace himself on the wall, a loud moan spilling from his lips.
