JAX
Bo untangles herself from my body, and I slide out of her for the fifth—yes, fifth—time since last night. She struggles to get up, and if I had an ounce of energy left, I would pull her back into bed.
Instead, I watch a little smugly as she wobbles to the bathroom on legs that don’t seem to be much more consistent than rubber.
I h
ear the water running after she shuts the door, and I toss aside my latest condom. Should have bought more. At this rate, we’ll be out of condoms a lot sooner than I predicted.
Grabbing my phone is actually hard to do, because my arms are about as useful as Bo’s legs at the moment. The sink is still running, and I finally grab my phone, pulling it toward me to shoot off a quick message to Dustin.
ME: Grab me some condoms when you go to town.
It doesn’t take but a second for him to respond.
DUSTIN: They make them small enough for you?
ME: Magnum, bitch boy. Get them.
DUSTIN: *cough cough* Bullshit.
I don’t text back because Bo walks out with her shy smile and just-fucked hair that is too sexy for me to ignore. She isn’t shy in bed. That’s for damn sure.
“What’re you thinking?” I ask around a yawn as she glances around at the carnage of the room. Pretty sure we fucked on every surface last night, and now it looks like a fight took place instead of sex.
Talk about being shocked by Bo.
“That it’s dangerous for me to get back in bed,” she says, battling with herself to not look so pleased.
My own smile spreads, and I let my gaze rake up and down her body that is only covered by my shirt. “Probably right. Let’s find out.”
I pat the bed beside me and she laughs while shaking her head.
“I’d like to be able to walk today, so let’s take a break and go to the beach instead.”
Frowning, I silently question my own ability to walk. Bo wasn’t kidding about taking yoga. She’s definitely bendy, and I think I turned her into a few forms of a pretzel last night. It was like having a secret porn star. Never saw that coming.
A lady in the street but a freak in the bed… Those lyrics start playing over in my head, and I catch myself smiling bigger.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, echoing my own question as she studies me.
Clearing my throat and trying not to expose my very immature thoughts, I say, “I’m really going to add those yoga classes to the gym.”
Her eyebrows go up, but when I wink, she starts laughing, getting my meaning. Her face turns red, which blows my mind. After all we did, how can she still be shy?
I’m almost positive my mouth has touched most of her body. Her mouth could have explored a little more. In fact, her mouth hasn’t gone lower than my waist yet. But that’s my fault, since I got impatient and kept fuc—
“Jax?” My mother’s voice shatters every ounce of sexual tension in the room as she knocks loudly. Very loudly. And very insistently.
Bo squeals and ducks back inside the bathroom, while I jerk the covers up to my neck.
“Yeah?” I call, even though I feel like a little kid after what happened with the spank room from hell.
“We’re going into town. Do you need anything?” she asks, fortunately not bothering to open the door.
Can’t say I blame her.
I open my mouth to tell her no, when suddenly Dustin’s voice is chiming in.