I snort and pick up my head. “How many days ago did you come up with that line?”
“Two or three.”
A laugh falls out of my lips as I shake my head at him, but Jericho freezes, staring at me.
“What?” I ask, suddenly wary of the expression on his face.
“You laughed.”
“No I didn’t,” I lie.
“Oh, you definitely did.”
“I don’t laugh.”
“Not usually. All I’ve gotten before this are smart ass smirks. But that laugh? That was goddamn epic. I could go my whole life just remembering that one laugh and be happy.”
I feel my ears grow warm under his awestruck face and genuine tone. Like he really means that, like he actually is so thankful for one puny laugh from me that it captures all of his attention.
“Stop it,” I reprimand, feeling uncomfortable under such adoration from him.
“Never.” He grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss, his strong hand cradling the back of my head.
He kisses the embarrassment right out of me, and then he lifts me up effortlessly and sets me down on the forest floor. I wince at the dribble that starts coating my thighs, but Jericho just looks pleased. “You’re even sexier after I’ve ravished you.”
“I ravished you,” I argue before grabbing my clothes and starting to get dressed. I use my panties to wipe the seed that’s dripping out of me, and then I shove it at Jericho. “You hold this. It’s your fault they’re ruined.”
“You say ruined, I say improved,” he says with a grin, before walking further away where a white towel is discarded in the bushes and wraps it around his waist.
He comes sauntering back, my black panties hanging from the knot in the towel, like it’s a trophy. I yank up my shorts and then pull my sports bra back on, and Jericho steps into me, his hands going around my waist. “Mmm. Maybe we should have another go out here first before we go back.”
I snort. “Please. As if you have that kind of endurance.”
He gives me a derisive look and then grasps my hand and pulls it against his crotch, where I can feel his member stiffening again below the towel.
“Show off,” I tease.
“Show off, huh?” he says, slipping his hands beneath the tight band of my bra. “I’ll show you a—”
“Whatcha guys doin’?”
Jericho and I freeze. He has his hands in my bra, covering my breasts, while my hand is still covering his hardening cock.
And that’s how Freddie the Spawn finds us.
It takes one more second of wide-eyed horror, of us stuck staring at each other, before we yank ourselves away. I snatch up the shirt on the ground and pull it over my head, doing it so hard I nearly give myself whiplash as my hair gets stuck in the hole. Frantic that I can’t get my arms through the sleeves fast enough, I just start struggling like I’m in a goddamn straight jacket or something until Jericho snorts out a laugh.
“Help me!” I hiss, my arms a tangled mess and my head stuck inside the t-shirt.
He deftly helps make all my limbs go where they’re supposed to and then tugs the fabric down, taking my hair tie with it. He twirls it around his finger. “I’ll be keeping this too,” he says, shoving the elastic onto his wrist.
I know without hearing him say the words that he wants to yank my hair back while he fucks me later. I roll my eyes.
Now fully clothed, I turn around, finding Freddie just standing there, holding a popsicle. He watches us with all the curious innocence of a toddler. “How come you guys were on the ground?”
My mouth drops open, and it’s like all logical lies escape me.
“Umm...”
Jericho is zero help, because he just starts laughing until I elbow him in the stomach.
Freddie continues to stand there and eat his treat. His face and hands are covered in the red sugar, and his superhero shirt is stained too.
“Were you showin’ him some ninja moves?” Spawn asks.
“Yep!” I quickly say, nodding my head. “That’s exactly what I was doing. Teaching him, uhh, ninja moves.”
“Cool!” Freddie exclaims, grinning to show off his gapped teeth. “Can you show me the moves?”
Jericho snorts out another laugh until I give him a death glare. My ears are burning the fuck off my head right now.
“Someone else will show you those ninja moves when you’re older,” Jericho supplies with a grin. “Much older.”
Freddie sighs. “Fine. I wanna watch Power Rangers.”