He then slid his hand back up, the other one moved, and they changed tits as he crossed them over me, but he still held the weight cupped in his hands.

“Before I had you, would jack myself, thinking of you sucking me off with all this gorgeous hair all over my lap,” he shared.

“Honey,” I whispered.

“I think with that ride, Hattie, you broke us both in. We’ll find time where we got a good amount of it to get creative.”

Oh yeah.

“Okay,” I agreed.

His hands went to my waist, he pulled me up and got out of bed.

Then he hooked me with an arm and my knees skidded across his sheets before he swung me up in both of his arms and carried me, not in a fireman’s hold, but groom and bride, to the bathroom.

He set me on the counter.

I had not recovered from the Groom and Bride Maneuver when, for the first time, he got out a washcloth, wet it with warm water, pressed it between my legs and cleaned me.

Rinse, and I watched as he cleaned me from him.

Another rinse, and he draped it neatly over the sink (exactly what I would do).

And in another surprise move, he caught me under the arm with a swing and I was on his back.

On.

His.

Back.

Playful and sweet.

Oh my God.

This man.

I tucked my thighs to his hips, wrapped my arms around his neck, and he flipped the light switch as he carried me out and dropped me down beside the bed.

He handed me my shorts, panties and cami, reached to grab his pajama pants, we dressed and Axl pulled me into bed.

He yanked the covers up and this time he wound himself up in me, front to front.

“I don’t think, ever in my life, I’ve initiated sex,” I admitted.

“Time for me to buy a diary. Though, no heart stickers, but definitely a thick black Sharpie to record how fuckin’ thrilled I am I was your first.”

I started giggling.

He touched his mouth to mine while I did it, again when I was done, then tucked my face in his throat.

“Go to sleep, Hattie.”

“Okay, Axl.”

“Thanks for the fantastic head and the ride of a lifetime.”

I was giggling again.

Through it I said, “I can’t go to sleep if you’re being sweet and funny.”

“I’ll shut up.”

I didn’t want him to, but I did want him to sleep. He’d had a trying day.

So I didn’t say anything.

Not much time passed before a certain feline made her way up our bodies.

Cleo stopped with a pair of paws on me at my upper arm, and the way I felt them, the other pair was on Axl.

I felt her censure through the dark as she stared down at us.