Chapter 5

It was one morning after Jax had deposited an especially exultant load in Cassidy that Jax cuddled up to him spoon-style and palmed his belly. “You’re gettin’ a little cum tummy on ya, huh, Pickle?”

The blush flooded Cassidy’s face so fast it gave him a little dizzy spin. Jax had noticed? Cassidy had convinced himself that he was imagining the little swell on his belly—he couldn’t have gained ten pounds. It wasn’t like it was a big beer gut. But now Jax wasn’t just rubbing little circles on it, he’d given it a name, too? It was a kind of belly?

“What do you mean?” he murmured. He was obviously going to have to work it off, but he’d go this far: he didn’t hate the feel of Jax’s hand loving on the little bump.

Cassidy could hear the smile in Jax’s voice. “I’m putting so much cum in you, it’s starting to show,” he said, giving Cassidy a pat. “I’m gonna have to start giving you Diet Cum.”

Cassidy laughed. “Do you know how to make that?”