Grabbing his hand with both of mine, I give it a squeeze and shoot him an encouraging smile. “Tell me what you need then.”
Mav licks his lips as his eyes flick down to look at my mouth, and while I need that kind of attention from him as well, I want to make him feel good in another way first.
“My leg and my back are feeling pretty tight, so if you could work the muscles there, that would be nice,” he says, his voice carrying much more weight now. “Just…just be gentle with the scar tissue. It can get kind of sensitive.”
“I absolutely will. You trust me to take care of you?” Mav nods without hesitation and a grin pulls across my face. “Good. Now,why don’t you lay face down in the middle of the bed? I’m going to change into some looser clothes and grab my massage kit.”
Mav nods and shifts on the bed, and I rush back to my room before I do something selfish like climb on top of him and give him a very different kind of massage. After a quick outfit change into some yoga pants and a loose tank and grabbing my kit, I’m back in the room, turning the lights down low to help Mav relax.
I pull two lavender aromatherapy candles from my kit and place one on each nightstand and light them. When I glance over at the bed, Mav is leaning on his elbow, watching me like I am an angel come down from Heaven.
“What’s that look?” I ask, smiling as I reach into my kit and pull out the massage oil.
Mav smiles, something his siblings said is rare, and even though he’s given me plenty, I still cherish each one for the gift that it is. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am that we got matched together.” His smile falters slightly and his expression dims. “I’m sorry we’re staying in tonight. I had…plans.”
He looks genuinely disappointed, and even though I had my hopes up for a marriage proposal, staying in with Mav and seeing him let his walls down so that I can take care of him is just as good, maybe better because it means he’s giving me all of him, just like I want to give him all of me.
“Plans change, and we roll with it,” I tell him, pushing lightly on his shoulder until he’s face down on the mattress. “I have my own plans right now, which is for you to relax and let me make you feel better.”
After leaning down and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek, I pour a little massage oil on my hands and get to work. Mav’s back is half covered in scars, so I go a little lighter on that area while still making sure to work out the knots in all those hard muscles. When he lets out a loud groan, I stop. “Was that too hard?”
Mav chuckles and I feel the rumble of it underneath my hands. “No, little flower. Every touch feels amazing. I don’t know how I lived so long without ever having your hands on me.”
The satisfaction in his voice has me smiling and wanting to preen around the room. It’s just a little massage, but somehow making Mav feel good has me feeling prouder than I have in a long time.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me not wanting my hands on you,” I say flirtatiously as I continue to work on his back. “If anything you’re going to need to get a stick or something to bat me away.”
Mav chuckles again and I take it as another win for myself. I love his smiles and his laughs so much that I’m going to make it my new mission in life to make them happen as often as I can. But first, I’m going to help ease my man’s pain the way our short time together has eased my loneliness.
I continue to work his back, moving my way down to the waistband of his boxers. Mav has the perfect bubble butt and I am so tempted to massage those firm glutes, but that can wait another day. I move down to the backs of his thighs and focus on my work there, all the while just humming lightly as I ease the tension from his body.
Mav let’s out a low moan that goes straight to my lady bits, so much so that I’m squeezing my thighs together as I kneel on the bed to relieve the ache. It barely works, and I know it’s because I need him there instead. My need has skyrocketed since arriving just yesterday, and if we don’t consummate this relationship soon I might end up bursting into flames.
“How’s that feeling, cowboy?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
“So good,” Mav moans as I work his hamstrings a little harder. “Your hands are magical.”
I huff a light laugh. “I don’t know about magical, but I’m glad it’s working for you. Let me know whenever you’re hurting and I’ll be happy to help out,” I tell him as I work my way down his calves. “Touch is definitely my love language.”
“That so,” he says, his voice low and I realize that I basically just admitted to loving the man. Oh well. I do love him, more than I ever thought possible.
I figured at best this whole mail order bride thing would get me a husband who could maybe be a friend, so this is entirely unexpected but completely welcome. When I don’t respond, Mav rolls over onto his back and cups my cheek with his strong hand. “You okay little flower?”
I swallow thickly, the love I feel for this man threatening to bubble out of me. So I let it. I place my hand over his and press my cheek into it. “I’m better than okay,” I tell him, my eyesmeeting his. “I love you, Maverick.” He gasps lightly and his eyes widen in surprise. “It’s okay if you’re not there yet-”
“Not there yet?” He asks, his voice filled with confusion. “Violet I have been in love with you from the moment I read that first email and I love you more with each passing minute. You are more than I ever could have hoped for.” He leans up and brushes his lips against mine. “I love you so much.”
His mouth moves over mine again and he dives in deep with his tongue. My hands move into his hair, gripping on for dear life as he explores my mouth. When we break the kiss, I look down to his tented boxers, and I turn back to him with a smirk. “How long has that been going on?”
Mav raises a brow at me. “That has been going on since the moment I saw you, but it got worse the minute your hands hit my skin.” I reach down and palm the large bulge. Mav hisses and looks at me with dark eyes. “You keep touching me like that and things are going to escalate.”
I palm him harder before I grip him tightly. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I say. I continue to rub against him and Mav flops down onto the bed again. Leaning up to him, I lick a stripe up his neck before stopping at his ear. “You’ve had the massage. Now how about I give you a happy ending?” I whisper. Lord knows that with this man next to me, I will definitely be getting mine.
Chapter Seven
~Maverick~
Violet’s voice using the wordshappy endingrings in my ears as she continues to grip me over my boxers. I wasn’t lying when I said it got harder the moment she started touching me with her healing hands, making every ache and pain in my body disappear like magic.
