It took him all of a second to recall where he was. Reaching out blindly, he met up with one very big, strong arm. Letting his fingers do the talking, he strummed Remy’s skin, hoping to wake him up. “Hey, big guy, think someone’s supposed to fuck me,” he murmured. “Umm, give me a sec,” Remy answered, groaning a little. Jax shifted, wincing as if he’d been bowled over by a steam roller. Holy fuck, only one thing could cause a man to be sore all over, including his well-used cock. Sex did that, a lot of sex with multiple partners. Not too many partners, two was fine. Two was all anyone needed. A man and a woman, Remington and Evelyn were all Jax needed. “You might want to sound a little more enthusiastic, Remington, if you expect not to get cut off.” “Sorry, not a morning person,” Remy murmured. “Neither am I. Best way to overcome it is by fucking, don’t you think?” A big masculine body rolled toward him, it wasn’t until then when he realized he hadn’t opened his eyes yet.
