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Jack flops face down onto the bed, while I grab the lube from the drawer of his bedside table.
I uncap the tube and drizzle some over his crease. The second it makes contact, he’s launching himself off the bed, screaming bloody murder. “ARGH! FUCK! What the hell? What the fuck did you put on my arse?” He wipes a hand over his bum, only to cry out again when his hand makes contact. “Fuck! It burns!”
My brows drawn together in confusion, I hold the tube up and squint at it—I can’t read the label without my contacts but now that I’m looking closely, I see that the tube is white, not black like the lube we’ve been using.
“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me!” Jack cries. “Ice Cold gel? You put fucking Ice Cold gel on my arse?”
I can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes me. “Oh, come on—it can’t be that bad. Stop being such a wuss. I thought you had a thing for pain,” I remind him. “Weren’t you begging me for more CBT just yesterday.”
“This is different,” he protests. “It was a sneak attack.” I arch a sceptical eyebrow. “A sneak attack? Seriously?” I see the challenging glint in his eye right before he
snatches the tube out of my hand. Before I can even register what he’s doing there’s a freezing burn on my dick.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I try to rub the gel off my dick but that just makes it worse. Oh my god, my dick’s going numb. MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! I CAN’T FEEL MY DICK!
“Told ya,” Jack says, and although I can’t see it clearly, I know there’s an infuriating smirk on his face.
I glare at him, teeth clenched as I say, “This is hardly the same—I can’t feel my fucking dick, arsehole.”
“Well I can’t feel my arsehole,dick.”
“Mine was an accident! Who the fuck puts Ice Cold gel in the same drawer as anal lube when they know their partner can’t see for shit without contacts!”
“How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t have your contacts in?” he reasons, completely unapologetic. “I didn’t even know you wore contacts until a few days ago.”
I just glower at him and snatch the offending tube from his hands, tossing it clear across the room, then I turn for the door. “Come on, let’s get this shit cleaned off. And I swear to god, Macey, if my dick’s permanently—or even temporarily—damaged because of this, I’ll strangle you.”
“No thanks. I’m not really into erotic asphyxiation.”
I turn back, waggling my brows at him. “Only because you haven’t tried it yet.”
21
Jack
The sound of Sheppard’s “Geronimo” pulls me out of a deep sleep, and I scramble on my bedside table for my phone before I’m even fully awake.
“Hello?”
“Hey, mate. How’s it going?” Trent’s cheery voice says through the phone.
I take a moment to orient myself, only just now realising I’m not alone; Alastor is in the bed next to me, and by the looks of his sleepy expression, my ringtone woke him as well.
He quirks an eyebrow at me. “Geronimo? Seriously?”
I press the phone down into the mattress to block any sounds as I hiss at Alastor, “Shh, he’ll hear you. And that’s an awesome song.”
Alastor just rolls his eyes and flops back onto his pillow while I bring my phone to my ear again.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Just checking in,” he says brightly. “Everything okay? You sound a bit weird.”
“All good. You just woke me up, that’s all.”
“Oh, shit, sorry. I thought you’d be at work already.”
I bring my wrist up to check my watch, worried that I might have slept through my alarm or something. But Alastor needs to start even earlier than I do; surely we both wouldn’t have slept in? I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the time. “It’s not even five thirty yet.”
