a country music star and she was sublimely shitty at being a mother. She should do what she was good at, right?
He hung the towel on a hook behind the door, feeling shy and exposed. “She’s impressive in her way, and she’s good at it. Is it weird that I really don’t care? I mean, not in the way Kevin cares.”
“No, baby, I actually think that’s healthy.” Judd threw the contract aside. His eyes were hot on Colin, shifting towards yellow.
“She shouldn’t really matter to me at all, should she?”
Judd looked proud, patted the bed next to him. “No, Gingersnap, she really, really shouldn’t.”
“Cool.” Colin climbed over Judd and under the covers, pretending that it was the most natural thing in the world, feeling almost like he belonged there. Because maybe it was and maybe he did.
“You look so good in my bed.” How did Judd always know to say exactly what Colin needed to hear?
“It’s better than mine.”
“Yeah?” Such wistful hope in the fierce enforcer’s voice.
“Bigger, softer, smells like you.”
“Well, then, you use it whenever you want.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, baby. Now Imma go shower. You snuggle in. Go to sleep.”
“But…?” Colin had seen those eyes go yellow and he was naked.
“Not saying I don’t want you. But we’re both exhausted. We can fuck when we wake up. Seems like it’s kind of a thing with us now, doesn’t it? And it sure is a great way to start the day.”
Colin nodded, happy. Judd was right. It was a better plan. Plus if he were to have another lesson, he wanted to be wide awake and in good condition to appreciate it properly, pay very close attention. Right now his eyes felt weighted, his skin seemed stretched, and his bones ached.
He tried to stay awake long enough so he could drift off cuddled against Judd’s fantastic body, but he was asleep before his lover got back from the shower.
Colin awoke feeling languorous, rested, and extremely horny. He was pressed up against Judd. At some point in the last few days, it seemed he had turned into a limpet.
He buried his nose in Judd’s chest. His skin tingled at the prickles of short hair there. He thrilled at the scent of him, fresh and musky and spicy – rich and perfect.
Beneath his ear there was a small rumble as Judd too came awake. Big arms curled around him, lifted him up easily, so that Colin found himself entirely draped over Judd. The enforcer’s touch was demanding, almost too rough as he stroked Colin’s back, pressing him close and tight, as if Judd wanted to absorb him into his skin, share a shifted form. Colin loved it, of course. Gentle was too cautious. Gentle didn’t show need or possession. Colin wanted Judd to want him down to his bones, amorphous though they might be. Maybe not bones then, maybe something even deeper, like wanting him at a cellular level.
Colin propped one bony elbow on Judd’s sternum and rested his chin in his hand, so he could glare down into Judd’s face from mere inches away.
“Want something, Gingersnap?”
“You said I’d get more lessons today.”
“Did I, indeed?”
“I believe I was promised sex.”
“Well, when you put it like that. I wouldn’t want to break a promise.”
“Yeah. It was as serious as a pinky swear.”
“A penis swear?”
“How is that different from crossing swords?” Colin wanted to know.
“Ah, so, let the lessons begin. When you’re linking cocks for an oath, you gotta stretch your junk kinda alongside mine and then under.”
Colin squirmed about, tried to do as instructed, chuckling, but pleased that they were both very hard and interested, for all their ridiculous talk. Oh… re-dick-ulous. Ha!
He collapsed into giggles.
Judd lifted him back off, before rolling over to rummage in his bedside table.
“So penis swears are not this morning’s lesson, then?”
Judd looked back at him over one shoulder, trying for coy, which looked ridiculous on a man of his bulk and fierceness. Also kinda adorable, but Colin definitely wasn’t going to say that.
Judd waggled his ass a bit, while he leaned over and continued to hunt in the drawer. “Thought maybe, this morning, you’d like to fuck me.”
Colin lost all his breath, all at once. Like he’d been punched hard in the gut. But not in a bad way because his own cock gave a painful throb at the idea.
“Seriously?”
“I am always serious about ass play, Gingersnap. You game?”
“Yes! Yes. I mean… yeah, great, let’s do that.” Colin winced. Could anyone possibly be less cool than him?