“I just got home and …”
“Good to know. Good night, Son.”
“Uh … I think there’s a package for you at the front door … and she’s naked.”
“What the fuuu-dge are you talking about?” AJ threw off his covers and jumped out of bed at fire alarm speed, nearly tackling Cage to get past him and to the front door.
“Oh and, Dad?”
AJ turned before opening the door.
“I’m an adult now, so what the fuck I’m talking about is Jillian. She’s waiting for you naked and I’m not a genius but I think it’s like a one hundred percent chance of you getting laid. And yes, it grosses me out a little and I swear to God if I hear you doing it with her I’ll jab two sharp pencils into my ear drums, but I think you should invite her in for … whatever.” Cage grinned. “You have my permission.”
Stunned into a moment of silence, AJ watched Cage walk up the stairs. Reality was cruel. He couldn’t remember when his boy became a man and sometimes the reminders were less than settling.
“You could get arrested for—” AJ opened the door to an empty stoop. No Jillian. No pile of sexy lingerie. “Oh for Chrissake!” he murmured.
He stepped outside wearing only his shorts and looked to the heavens for an answer. “I’m sorry. Whatever I did to deserve her, I’m sorry. Just … take her back. She’s not the way I want to die.” His words were mumbled to anyone who would listen and while common sense told him to be thankful that she was gone, whatever was malfunctioning in his brain propelled his legs to her front door step.
The lights were off and it was going on midnight, but AJ wasn’t about to demonstrate social etiquette to someone who’d never heard of it.
“What’d she do now?” Jackson opened the door, covering his junk with a T-shirt.
AJ grimaced. “What is it with you two? This isn’t a fucking nudist colony.”
“Dude, I was in bed and you knocked on my door at midnight. You’re lucky I even grabbed this T-shirt.”
“Where is she?”
“In the bathroom. Help yourself … not that you’ve ever asked my permission.” Jackson turned giving AJ the full view of his naked, tattooed ass.
He had tattoos everywhere and there wasn’t enough curiosity in the world to tempt AJ into staring at Jackson’s naked ass as he walked to his bedroom. The door to Jillian’s bathroom was closed but he saw flicking light under it and heard music playing.
“Aaron Joshua …” Jillian said with a sultry voice as AJ opened the door. She was soaking in a bubble bath that AJ thought smelled like some sort of floral crap. A folded washcloth covered her eyes.
“Who the hell is Aaron Joshua?”
Jillian smiled. “Stab in the dark. I’ll let you join me if you tell me what AJ stands for.”
He shut the door and leaned back against it, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m clean, I already showered.”
She laughed from deep inside her belly while removing the washcloth from her eyes. “Come on, Andrew Jasper, surely you know my intentions are for us to get dirty … not clean.”
“Wrong again, and I’m not really into bubbles and candles.”
“Then why are you here, Anderson Jenkins? Because if you’re in the tub with me, people would think of you as one lucky bastard. But if you stand there and watch me, I think that classifies you as one sick bastard.”
AJ shook his head. “I’m not even sure why I’m here.”
“Sex? You can just say it. That’s why I knocked on your door earlier. But since I’ve been home I’ve given myself two moderately enjoyable orgasms, so at this point I can take it or leave it.”
AJ pushed his focus past his arousal that was growing more painful by the minute. “How old are you?”
“Thirty. How old are you?”
“How old do you think I am?”
“Forty-two, seven months, and thirteen days … give or take a few hours, minutes, and seconds.” She rested her leg on the edge of the tub and ran a loofa along it.
AJ shot her a blank stare, surprised by her lucky guess. Then he thought about the seven months and thirteen days. “How the hell do you know my birthday? And how the hell did you calculate it to the day so fast?”
Jillian grinned. “I’m psychic and good with math, Abraham Jerusalem?”
AJ smirked while sliding off his shorts and briefs. “You’re good with math and full of shit. How do you know my birthday?”
Jillian scooted up making room for him in the tub. “Condom, second drawer on the left.”
AJ grabbed the condom and stepped into the tub between Jillian’s legs.
“Put it on.”
AJ shook his head. “I’m going to fuck your mouth first.”
She raised a single brow, looking up at him. “Interesting choice of foreplay given my … need. Besides, the only way your cock will be in my mouth is if your wrists are handcuffed behind your back.” Jillian grabbed the condom from him and rolled it on.