Jax crawls up to me, reaching over to the drawer set beside us, and pulling out a bottle of lube and another condom packet. I can't help but giggle, I mean, come on! “Something funny, baby?” Jax asks, a teasing warning to his tone. “Awfully convenient bottle of lube you've got there, Jax,” I giggle out, raising a brow. “You know me, I always like to be prepared,” he quips back,
