Bones knelt, leaning against Jim's abdomen. He nuzzled the lean belly, suckling on the wet skin. "Just more of you to love, darlin'," he groaned, standing.

"One salad, coming up." They headed toward the house, drying off with the fluffy white towels that permanently lived on the deck now. "So, you serious about having the guys over tomorrow?" he asked, toweling off his hair.