Of course, getting bacon and eggs wasn't as easy as it sounded in theory.
Jace's knot went down at last, and I wriggled around a little until his cock slipped out of me.
And then we were left with the quiet, sticky aftermath, separating our melded bodies and going back to being two entities who needed to find our clothes and had aches in odd places and couldn't quite meet each other's eyes.
My shirt was still intact, albeit dusted with dirt and tree detritus, and my jeans were fine.
Landon's magical socks didn't have a speck of dirt on them, and even as distracted as I was, I took a moment to be impressed. I needed another shower so badly, but at least my socks were pristine.
But Jace's shirt was in little scraps all over the ground, only the seams still mostly holding together with a few sad threads in between. It looked like it'd gone ten rounds with whatever alien Captain Kirk had been fighting that week.
