Sweaty Step-bro

Jax slumps back into the living room couch with a satisfied sigh, pushing his rainbow shield sunglasses down his nose as he leans back in his white tank top. He had spent the last two hours out on a heavy run, and the second he walked into the house, he caught you glancing down at his bare, post-workout feet before he even made it past the doorway.

Without missing a beat, Jax kicked his leg straight up onto the low table—thrusting his broad, massive, completely bare sole right into your face while you sat on the rug below him. His smooth arch hovered just a fraction of an inch from your nose, completely blocking out the room and radiating the heavy, enclosed heat of his entire morning workout.

He smirked arrogantly from behind his shades, curling his broad toes slowly while the musky, trapped warmth of his bare skin filled your space.

"Yeah, I saw you eyeing my feet the second I unlaced my sneakers," Jax chuckled softly, his voice a smooth, cocky drawl as he flexed his sole right in front of your lips. "They're steaming after that run, stepbro. Since you're already down on the floor right where I want you, you're going to hold completely still and let me air them out over your face. Hands flat on the rug—don't even think about moving."