Page 12 of Jace 4Ever
I pulled back slowly and was sad to be out of him, but he let out a satisfied sigh and I took that gratefully. I divested him of the panties, then pulled the covers back and helped him lie down.
“Stay here.” I gave him a small kiss on the lips. He nodded.
Trotting into the bathroom, I knotted up the condom, tossed it in the trash, and threw the undergarment in the sink. I turned on the cold water with a few squirts of hand soap. It wasn’t the best to clean clothes with, but it did the job. While the water rinsed through them, I dug around and found a washcloth. Once I was reasonably pleased with the state of his panties—shut up, dick, we’re down for the night—I hung them on the shower rod and wet the washcloth.
Also, there was a kink I didn’t know about.
Jace was mostly asleep by the time I got to him, looking adorable and tousled and sex-tired. I wiped him down, because cold cum was gross, and tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom. I climbed into the bed with him and he instantly curled his chilled, naked body around me and sighed contentedly.
I could get used to that.
The door,which I’d unlocked in the middle of the night, creaked open and I saw Austin’s head poke in. He looked shocked for a moment, then realized I was staring at him.
I held a finger to my lips. He nodded and backed out of the room. I chuckled lightly. He clearly hadn’t expected me there, or Jace.
Jace had spent most of the night curled around me, sleeping like the dead. It was a sleep that made me think he didn’t get many good nights. He was comfortable and relaxed and he’d warmed pretty quickly after I pulled the sheets up. We’d both crashed, and I was glad I had some time to just stare at him.
It shocked me a bit that he felt so natural there. One evening and one night and I…well, I found myself not wanting to let him go. I wanted to wrap my arm around his waist and walk him around. Show him off. Spoil him.
But I didn’t even know his last name.
To be fair, he didn’t really know mine either.
Still, something about this man just drew me in. I wanted to spend time with him. I could only hope he wasn’t put off by my shooting schedules. At the same time, I hoped we could work around his.
Key grips were integral to movies. Remembering that he was a key grip relaxed me. He’d get the schedules and the demands of the whole business.
“Mmm.” Jace stirred and stretched out alongside of me. “Fell asleep.”
“For eight hours,” I whispered.
“What.” He sat straight up and looked around. “Wait. No. Oh, God, I’m so sorry! I only meant to nap off—”
Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled the suddenly stressed man back to me. “Stop. You’re fine. We both needed the sleep, and I didn’t mind at all. You’re quite the sleep monkey.”
His body shook with a laugh. “Sleep monkey?”
“You wrapped yourself around me and hung on like you’d fall off.”
“Did—”
“I liked it,” I said, brushing the hair off of his forehead. “How do you feel?”
His grin was lascivious. “Well used. And used well.”
“Oh, really?” I smiled, and he nodded with more of that cheeky smile. “I’d suggest a morning recap, but I think I smell breakfast and that might be more important right now.”
Jace’s stomach growled and he blushed. “I guess it is.”
“Let’s get dressed and see what we’re eating, and who survived the tequila.”
The laugh from Jace was genuine, and we both climbed out of the bed. I pointed to the bathroom.
“I washed your panties. I didn’t know if you wanted to wear them today.” God, I really wanted him to wear them, so I knew he had them on.
It was quiet, and I turned to find him standing and staring at me. I looked around and was very confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You…washed them?”
