“Don’t get soft on me now, Bennett.”
“There’s nothing soft about me, Kennedy.”
I don’t understand why shower sex is so hyped. It’s slippery, dangerous, and sometimes cold. It doesn’t even feel that great. But having a shower together with someone who you just had sex with is something special for sure.
Grabbing some of her body wash, I motion for Soph to come closer. The water is running down her body as she moves, and I admire the water drops falling. I want to follow them with my tongue, but I promised I would behave until we cleaned ourselves. When my palms touch Soph’s tits, she closes her eyes and sighs happily.
“Mmm, your hands feel so amazing, Jax,” she moans as I massage her front. The fruity scent I’m so familiar with floats around us.
“I’m glad I can be at your service, my lady.”
She giggles. “Oh, my lord, how kind of you.”
I didn’t think I could get any harder than I was when I was inside her without a condom earlier, but I was so fucking wrong. Hearing her call memy lordis doing strange things to my body. As a closeted history nerd, I don’t often have opportunities to talk about history or show my interest in things like the Victorian era and The World Wars. The only people who know about my strong interest are my cousins, our work team, Eli and Ollie. My exes told me that war movies are boring as fuck whenever I hinted we could watch one. My cousin Big O is the only one interested in something similar, and we sometimes exchange recommendations for shows and videos online. I think I have bored everyone else with my history videos.
“Did I say something wrong?”
I blink out of my thoughts and find Soph’s concerned eyes on me. I realize that I’d stopped washing her as well. I clear my throat and shake my head, offering her a smile. “No, I was just thinking how I enjoyed you calling me ‘your lord’.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I love learning about history, so that was unexpectedly erotic.”
She giggles. “Oh, Jax. I wish I had known how much youlovehistory. It’s kinda hot that you’re into all that.”
“Seriously?”
She nods with a soft grin. “I had no idea you, bad boy Jackson Bennett, were a history nerd.”
“Shut up about the bad boy thing already. I think we had that conversation.” I laugh and gently tug on the shower cap.
“So, what got you into history?”
“Well, I always liked history lessons in school. I had to learn more somehow, and my cousin suggested videos. With my dyslexia, it’s helped a lot to see and hear the information. I also want to try audiobooks, but I enjoy the videos too much to take time away from that.”
“I’m happy you have something like that in your life, Jax.”
“Me too,” I tell her and kiss her with all my admiration.
I make sure to wash every inch of her, just like she ensures I’m all clean for round two. She soaps me up and gestures for me to turn around so she can also get my back.
When I turn, she’s silent for a moment. I glance at her over my shoulder, and I see her eyes tracing the designs on my back. “Everything okay?”
She nods her head. “I’m just admiring all that.” She lets her finger trace the art on my skin. “What’s the story behind this full-back tattoo?”
I smile to myself as I like the idea of sharing the story with her. “I was twenty when I got the idea for the design. It took King and me hours to draw.”
“I can imagine. It’s so beautiful and detailed. But why a dragon and all the flames around it?” Soph touches my upper back, tracing the area where the wings are.
“I wanted a reminder of my time at the Browns and how I got out of there. You know, our foster parents died in a fire. Even if I wasn’t the one who started the fire, the symbolism in it all spoke to me on a deeper level.” I take a deep breath to gather my thoughts. “For me, the dragon also symbolizes the freedom of my soul and the strength that I had inside me when I had noidea I could survive. But if you ask someone else, they would tell you something completely different.”
“It’s why I love art,” Soph says after pondering my answer. “The beauty and the meaning of it are in the eyes of the beholder. You’ll never get two identical reactions to it.”
“And I love that you just called tattoos art.”
“Because they are. I have seen you and the rest of the crew working. You create art. Simple as that.”
I turn around and bend down to take her lips. She’s several inches shorter than me without the heels she likes to wear. When she presses closer, I wrap my arms around her and take in the moment. It feels like the world is spinning around us, but we are the only ones at this moment in time.
