Page 63 of Muscle Cub

For years, I’d contended that one of the benefits of being single was not having to compromise on TV choices, but finding something to watch with Austin hadn’t required a single second of negotiation.

Halfway through the second episode, he’d gone quiet. His chest rose and fell beneath my hand. Every few moments, he shifted, fighting sleep. I loved that he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in my arms, but the electricity of his presence kept me awake.

I gently kissed the top of his head. “You wanna stay the night?”

He sat up quickly and turned to search my eyes. “You want me to?”

“Yeah.” I kept my voice casual, even though my heart pounded so hard my eyeballs throbbed.

“I have to make it back to the lodge by nine. I’m terrible about sleeping through my alarm.”

“I’ll set one for you on my phone too. And I’ll get you a new toothbrush.”

We dropped off our dishes in the kitchen and headed upstairs.

“Do you have your own dental care cabinet?” he teased.

“No, but I do have a dental care storage tub.” From the linen closet I produced a plastic container filled with all the swag I’d collected from twice-yearly cleanings. “What color do you want?”

“Red.”

We stood side by side at the sink brushing our teeth, watching each other in the mirror. Compared to the last time we were there, the scene was comically wholesome.

“That was really hot earlier,” he mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste. “The…” He spread his legs and thrust his hand between his thighs.

I spat and rinsed. “Intercrural coitus.”

“It’s an actual thing?”

“It’s also called interfemoral sex. Thigh fucking.”

“Femur. Leg bone. I get it.” Austin nodded. “Bet nobody wants a thigh gap now, am I right?” He held up a hand.

“I’m not high-fiving you.”

“Why not?”

I grinned. “I have to deny you something.”

He shrugged. “I’m hard to say no to.”

Austin followed me into the bedroom and helped me turn back the covers. Even though we’d already slept together, I was nervous about officially having him in my bed. But once we’d both climbed in and he’d snuggled against me with his head on my shoulder, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Austin slid his arm across my chest. “Do you usually sleep naked when you’re home alone?”

“Honestly, never. I’m sure that’s not the hotness you were hoping for.”

“Stop.” He nuzzled my jaw. “Trust me. I’ve found the hotness.” He pressed his cock against my hip, kissed my neck, and purred softly against my ear.

I clutched his arm, holding it tight to my chest. “I don’t want you to be disappointed, but”—I cleared my throat—“after the past several days, and the workout, and then the—”

“Intermural corsage?”

“Frottage.” I chuckled. “I’m not so sure about my ability to go again.”

Austin shushed me like he was soothing a cranky infant. “It’s all good, Prof. I’m here for the cuddles, no matter what.” He exhaled a contented sigh. “This right here was my entire reason for coming to town.”

More bluntness. So direct and yet so terrifyingly sweet. “Really?”