Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I wanted to tell her not to fuss. But I kind of needed an icepack if this was going to continue.
Or, you know, a new couch.
I’d held off because Nancy scrutinized every small addition to my place, asking me how I fit it into my budget, likely suspecting that I’d come into the money in a shady way.
Now, though, I had the excuse that Tessa could have bought something.
“I’d appreciate it,” I told Tessa as she went back to retrieve her own mug.
“Have you always had back issues?”
“Just since prison. I tweaked it once sleeping, and it’s acted up here or there ever since.”
Everything about her posture was screaming This is why I wanted you to take the bed. But she didn’t actually say the words.
“Do you want me to see if I can rub it out?” she asked. Then, just as my mind went somewhere absolutely filthy, her eyes went huge, realizing what she’d said. “Like, the knot. If it’s a knot,” she rushed to add.
It wasn’t a knot.
But if a woman was offering me a back rub, I wasn’t going to turn that down.
“We could give that a try,” I said, scooting forward and turning so she could move in behind me.
The feel of her damn knee touching my lower back was enough to have my cock springing back to attention.
But thanks to being taller than her, she couldn’t see the problem as her hands went to my shoulders.
“I’m going to start up here and work my way down.”
Christ.
I knew she meant it in an innocent way, but there was no telling that to the need that was spreading through my system.
“Sounds good,” I said, hoping she didn’t hear the way my voice had gone thick.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
Then her fingers were sweeping, pressing. There were knots and tension that were tender to the touch, but she quickly worked it out and it wasn’t long before my chin was lolling to my chest and my eyes were drifting closed.
As her thumbs worked their way up from the tops of my shoulders to the base of my skull, a strange rumbling sound vibrated through me.
Spurred on by my response, Tessa inched closer, one of her legs going around the back of the couch and my body to get it out of her way as she reached.
And as she reached, her fucking tits teased over my back.
My hips shifted, making my cock rub hard against the material of my pants, dragging a groan out of me.
“You’re full of knots,” Tessa said in response to that sound.
Yeah.
Knots.
That was the problem.
I could feel the way my cock was wetting the material of my pajamas. And maybe I shifted my hips another time, creating a friction my body was crying out for.
It took superhuman self-control not to reach down and start stroking myself as Tessa’s hands kept moving over me.
I just sat there, deep breathing, trying to think of anything but pulling her around me, yanking those silky pajamas and panties to the side, and slipping deep inside of her.
I was pretty sure that would get rid of my damn backache.
But all I could do was sit there and let her work out my knots.
“Any better?” she asked what felt like an hour later.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice just as thick as a few moments before, since my cock felt even harder, my balls fuller than before. “Thanks, babe,” I said, wondering how the fuck I could hide my erection once she stood up.
“Anytime,” she said, sounding like she meant it as I bent forward when she stood. “I’m gonna go see if I have the little heat pads I keep for when I have my…”
“Period,” I filled in when she didn’t finish. “You can say period.”
“Right. Well, that. I’ll be right back.”
With that, she walked into the bedroom.
I took two seconds to watch her ass before hauling myself off the couch and rushing toward the bathroom.
I’d barely managed to close and lean back against the door before my hand was sliding down and closing around my aching cock.
My head slammed back into the door as my breath hissed out of me.
I was so wild with need that my hips bucked up into my own damn grip as I stroked, every muscle in my body tense as I fucked my hand. My breath was fast and ragged, huffing out of my nose as I kept my lips pressed together, trying to keep any groans or curses in. Even if, in a sick way, the idea of Tessa out there hearing me jerking off only made me harder, needier for release.
It was a slippery slope to let my mind imagine Tessa. Especially since it was important that things stay uncomplicated and amicable between us for the foreseeable future.
But there was no stopping it when my eyes slid closed.