“I don’t expect this to lead to anything,” I say quickly, adjusting my collar twice. My brain doesn’t want to function with this beautiful woman against me. “I promise that’s not why I got the oil. I just think it would be good for?—”
“Everett. You're overthinking it. Follow me.”
13
EVERETT
My brain shutsoff when Maven strips off her sweatshirt, leaving her in nothing but those tantalizing panties.
Arati save me.
On second thought, no. I absolutely do not want to be saved from this.
The fire crackles beside the layers of thick, soft blankets as Maven lays facedown. She set up this spot for me to massage her, and now she’s waiting.
For my hands on her.
Holy gods, I’m about to massage my keeper.
Focus. This is about making her feel good. Keep it wholesome, and don’t fuck it up, horndog.
I can barely think as I kneel beside her and briefly hold my hands closer to the fire to warm them. She said she found my touch refreshing, but I’m still worried my natural temperature will be unpleasant during a massage.
I pour some of the oil into my hands, rubbing them together. I try to get my head out of the gutter as I gently but firmly begin massaging Maven’s shoulders and upper back. At first, her entire body tenses, and I pause.
“I can warm up my hands more?—”
“Don’t. It’s just…I’m not used to touch like this.”
Godsdamn me, I didn’t even think about her lingering phobia of touch. She’s seemed fine—happy, even—with the quintet’s casual touching, but this is definitely…touchier.
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” I backpedal.
She props up on one elbow, turning on her side to give me an arched brow look. “I didn’t say stop. I’m just adjusting. Hello? Everett?”
Shit. I was staring again.
But how the hell am I supposed to stop when she’s posed lying on her side like this and looks like every filthy dream I’ve ever had?
I clear my throat, nodding. “Okay. But if it starts to bug you, let me know immediately.”
Maven lays back down, and I get started again. I learned a thing or two about massage during my time as a model, but holy fuck, this is hard to do when all the blood in my body has rushed south so fast that I’m lightheaded.
Her skin is just so warm. The curve of her spine, the globes of her gorgeous ass, those legs…
When I press more firmly to work out what I think is a knot near her shoulder blades, she moans softly in pained pleasure.
Holy gods, it’s like she’s fucking trying to kill me. I pause to try to get a grip, swallowing hard.
“I want to massage all of you. If that’s okay.”
Maven nods, exhaling contentedly.
I move on to her legs and arms, unsurprised by all the toned muscles that need to be soothed. After all, she’s trained this body to be a fucking weapon. I hate to think about what my keeper has gone through, but it’s pure bliss when she moans again as I move back to rub her lower back.
Trying not to overthink again, I let my hands glide over her ass, massaging as methodically as possible. But when Maven’s breathing picks up, and she squirms, I know she’s as affected as I am.
“Turn over,” I whisper hoarsely.
