Page 158 of A Lick and A Promise
And we were ending it together.
So bottom line, it was perfect.
EIGHTEEN
DEAL
The next morning, we were fucking while spooning.
This was good and it was bad.
The good parts were obvious.
The bad part was that I could barely touch Knox while he was fucking me.
Then again, I was realizing (hazily), that was the point.
Knox was always greedy.
But he was also a giver.
Due to this, naturally, I came first.
With his face buried in my hair, he came after.
We lay together, unmoving, for lazy, satisfied moments before Knox kissed my shoulder, moved to my ear and murmured, “I’ll hit the bathroom first, then take Jacques out.”
I didn’t think I did or ever would.
But the truth was, I’d forgotten how good so much of this felt.
Morning sex.
Sitting next to someone on the couch eating dinner in front of the television.
Having a partner who’d take the dog out so you could laze in bed or go about your business.
Therefore, I said, “That’s a plan.”
He slid away from me.
When he came back to pull on some clothes, I got out of bed, stopped to give him a kiss, then went to the bathroom.
By the time they returned, I’d brushed, flossed, washed my face and had our coffees and Jacques’s breakfast ready.
Once I handed Knox his mug, he bent to touch his mouth to mine and said, “Gonna go lie down. Don’t freak, but my body’s telling me I overdid it this weekend, and I need to chill. I’m not in pain, just a little achy.”
I sucked my lips between my teeth so I wouldn’t say anything.
He watched me do this and muttered, “Good call.”
I let my lips go to ask, “Are you still going into the office today?”
“Yeah. I arranged it so we’ll be done around the time your shift is over. I’ll call one of the guys to take me. Can you swing ’round and pick me up after work?”
I’d pick him up after he shared a beer with Joseph Stalin.
See?
