onto your back just now?”
“I’m fine.”
“Okay, okay,” he groans. “I’ll try not to worry so much.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs. “That was a great blow job.”
“You’re welcome. Though I kind of got carried away and forgot to do a few things. For instance, apparently outlining the cockhead with the tip of your tongue works well.”
“You can save that for next time,” he assures me with a grin. “Sounds like you’ve been doing some research.”
“Oh, I have. Question, do you not like me swallowing?”
He lifts one shoulder. “Do what you like. I just felt like covering you in my come and went with it.”
“Huh. Okay.”
With a final kiss, he picks up a T-shirt off the floor (the one he stripped off last night when we were in a hurry to get naked) and wipes off my belly. I stretch and groan some when I get to my feet. Ed, meanwhile, strips the top sheet off the bed and proceeds to wrap me up in it.
“I kind of need my arms,” I say.
“It’s just to get you to the shower without my brother seeing anything interesting.”
“You do realize he only pretends to flirt with me because it annoys you.”
A grunt as he heads for the door au naturel.
The man’s swaddled me so well I can barely walk, but I shuffle down the hallway with him close behind. From the kitchen comes the sound of feminine giggles. I raise my brows and once the bathroom door is shut behind us say, “I think Shannon had a sleepover with Leif.”
Another grunt. Blow jobs or not, Ed’s no more of a morning person than I am.
“And you’re walking around bare-ass naked,” I say. “Hope she didn’t see anything.”
He gets the water going, testing the temperature with his hand. “Shannon’s not interested in seeing my ass.”
“I don’t know. It’s a very attractive ass.”
“You’re funny.” Glad he thinks so. I drop the sheet and follow him into the small space. “Turn around. I’ll wash your hair.”
“Thanks.”
Few things compare to him rubbing shampoo into my scalp. Ed and his magical fingers. “Clem, you’re not really worried, are you?”
“Worried?”
“About Shannon.” There’s a slight thread of tension running through his voice. And who can blame him, given the catastrophe my last bout of jealousy triggered? So I take my time, considering the question with all due seriousness. “No. If you were actually interested in her you’d tell me, we’d break up, then you’d make your move. And if she was interested in you, despite apparently banging your brother, I’d kick her ass with my newfound self-defense skills.”
“Pretty sure self-defense doesn’t mean kicking people’s asses.”
“Hmph. The best form of defense is attack.”
“But your faith in me is humbling. Tip your head back.”
I wipe some suds out of my eye. “Are you mocking me?”
“Absolutely not.” He so was.
“I just mean . . . if you were into someone else you’d tell me, right?”
“Yes, baby. I’d tell you. But I’m not, okay?”
“Okay. Understood.” Next comes the conditioner and more scalp massage. So damn good. Maybe I should grow my hair back. With longer hair it would take him longer to wash it and the whole experience could be drawn out further. A fine idea.
“You’re not jealous, then?” he asks, the tension still lingering in his voice ever so faintly.
“I’d prefer I was the only one to see the glory that is your bare ass. If that’s jealousy, then I guess I am a little. But when you think about it, it’s no better or worse than you mummifying me with a sheet on the off chance Leif might see some skin.”
He carefully rinses out the conditioner and we’re sadly done. I pump some of the body wash into my hand and get good and clean while he does the same. There’s something fascinating about watching the way his hand moves over his body, the way he handles his goods. So matter-of-fact about the way he washes himself, while here I am ready to write his dick bad poetry. Though to be fair, he does have a really great dick.
“You have a point,” he finally concedes.
“I think a certain amount of jealousy is probably par for the course for the human condition.”
“Agreed.”
We finish up and turn off the water. He towels himself dry with the same efficiency while I dawdle. The thought of going out there and socializing with Shannon doesn’t fill me with glee. It’s just kind of weird to have her here this morning. Or any morning. Given her overabundance and very