Nix’s breaths grew deeper and deeper, and Jules chanced a glance at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. So big and strong and yet so fragile.
Jules blew out a breath. He couldn’t let Nix go. Someone had to make sure no more booty-call Kyles stomped all over him. And he smelled too good and his body was warm, and he made Jules laugh, and…He ran his hand up Nix’s belly, stroking each swell of his abs. How many hours had he spent in the gym to get those abs? It was insane…but hot.
He trailed the path of hair leading down toward the cock softly resting on a bed of dark curls. In a feather-light caress, he slid his thumb along the shaft. Smiling as it twitched and filled out.
“What are you doing?” The sleepy mumble had Jules grinning. Nix kept his eyes closed, which made Jules braver.
“Inspecting you. I’m not sure you pass the test.” He ran his fingers up over Nix’s hip, chuckling as the tickle made him jerk away.