Page 110 of Rock Giant

“Show me.”

Paul obligingly hooked a finger in the other side of his waistband, then lifted his arse and let the elastic settle around his thighs.She’d seen it all before, but still.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”Nash spluttered.

Hard to say whether that was over his length or his adornments, and who the hell cared.Jodi...his Jodi was all smiles and eating him up with a grin that made him fill out a little more.There was none of the shying her gaze away she’d done the morning after their handfasting.Now, she was drinking in every detail, and he made sure to keep his hands out of the way so as not to impede her view.

It was probably a good thing that her fiancé couldn’t see her face, or he’d have been calling a halt to this now.That was the grin of a woman who knew she was in for a treat.

He gripped himself.Jodi’s gaze followed his hand, while her teeth dragged over her lower lip.

“You like that?”Paul mouthed enthused by her fascination.“You like watching me touch myself?It’s all for you, sweetheart.All of it.”All nine rungs of his shiny badass ladder, and all ten inches of his cock.“It’s yours.You come and claim it whenever you’re ready.”

She made some sweet little groans in response.“Are they cold?”

Cold?No, his barbells weren’t cold, not when they were attached to a bit of him that was decidedly warm.“Why don’t you come and find out for yourself?”

“You can touch him,” Nash said, like his opinion was worth shit.He’d perched on the other bed and having peeled off his shirt and unzipped was now stroking his weedy cock.

It wasn’t a sight Paul needed to see, and sadly couldn’t unsee.

If it was possible to have negative degrees of attraction to someone, then he was negatively attracted to Nash.The guy made his balls want to retract up to his armpits.Jodi, on the other hand got his swimmers supercharged, and zipping about like superheroes, capes streaming behind them in the wind.

He patted the bed, inviting her to join him on it.

She put one knee on the duvet.Paused.For a moment, he thought she’d changed her mind, when she lifted it off again.But it was only to shimmy free of her jeans.Then she was beside him.Over him.Straddling his legs, as he leaned forward to meet her.

Her eyes were open, lips softly parted.

“No kissing,” Nash barked at them.

Paul was all for ignoring him.Dictatorial little shit.He felt her breath whisper across his lips, then she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder instead.

Damn, he was going to miss her mouth.He’d been itching for her kisses for weeks.Dreaming of them.Then, she gave him a sly little lick on the side of his throat furthest away from Nash.Oh, okay.Okay, that he liked.He could work with that.The tingles she was creating with her attention to his hereto undiscovered major erogenous zone on his throat might make up for the lack of mouth-to-mouth action.

“I want to lick you all over,” she whispered directly into his ear.“You’re very lickable, Paul Reed.”

“So I’ve been told.”

She tipped her head back to regard him.“Who told you that?”

“Internet ladies...fans...Ronnie.”

She laughed over the last one.

Then she pressed her palm flat against his chest and shoved him down onto the pillows.

Paul never said no to a woman on top, especially one who was also willing to dangle her boobs in his face.He put both his mouth and his hands to work.Half expected to hear a rebuke and was pleasantly surprised when Nash didn’t manifest one.

Nope, sick fucking wanker was evidently loving this given theswish-swishnoises his ears were picking up.Somehow, he needed to blank the bugger out.

He closed his eyes.Found a nipple.Sucked.And got lost in the act of pleasing her.Something he was quite honestly happy to do for the rest of eternity.She in turn, put her hands all over him.Leastways, all over his upper body, where her fingers gripped, and squeezed, caressed, and explored the lines of his ink over his pecs and his biceps, and his abs either side of his cock.

“It won’t bite,” he encouraged.He got her hesitancy, even as he despaired of it.It was like making out next to a crate of nitro-glycerine.If things got too hot, the damn thing was likely to explode.

Her gaze flashed towards Nash, who gave her a nod.

Yup, every action apparently had to be rubberstamped.