I relaxed back onto the sheets. Finn pulled on his clothes and listened to the door before going outside. He wasn’t gone long before returning with a glass of water and a warm washcloth. I drank the water without stopping as he cleaned my skin with careful strokes.
“They aren’t home yet. You can use the bathroom if you want while I make us a snack,” he said.
I nodded with my eyes half-closed. “That sounds perfect.”
He kissed my nose. “Good.”
By the time I got through my nightly routine, Finn had made me a cup of tea, a bowl of fruit, and cheese toast. He laughed at the wide grin on my face when I took in the spread.
“My favorite late-night snack,” I said with a skip over to the bed.
“Get comfortable.” He nudged his chin toward the bed. His tone meant business, but the glint in his eye said otherwise. “I want to get a head start on the massage.”
I wiggled my brow. “Massage?”
“Yeah, I know I said I wanted you to be sore, but…” He gave me a shrug. “Not that sore. I think I was a little rougher than I’d intended.”
“Not at all.” I shook my head as I crawled into bed. “But I won’t turn down a massage.”
He chuckled and joined me in the sheets. The rest of our night was quiet. We ate snacks and watched gaming streams while he massaged me all over. One thing led to another, and he went down on me again, making me moan his name over and over.
After I came back down from my sexual high, I decided he deserved a massage. He relaxed into my touch more than I thought he would.
When I mentioned it, he said, “I have had chronic back pain ever since my accident. Massages help.”
I paused for a moment. “Chronic? Why didn’t you say something sooner? I just sat on your face and had you on your knees for like hours.”
He laughed. “And I adored every second of it. Don’t worry. Sex distracts from the pain most of the time. And even when it doesn’t, I still enjoy myself.”
“Still, you should speak up if it ever gets too much. If a position is too strenuous or—”
“Naomi,” he said in a firm voice and then turned so we were face to face. “I’m fine.”
“I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.”
He grabbed my hands and brought them to his lips. “You have taken wonderful care of me tonight.”
My cheeks warmed. Finn grinned and continued to kiss my fingers.
“You need to tell me these things.” I squeezed his hand. “So I can keep taking wonderful care of you.”
His eyes lit up at the request. “I will. Only if you promise to do the same.”
I pulled him in for a kiss. Finn smiled against my lips, chuckling at my eagerness. I’m not sure I’d ever get used to that sound. It was better than the world’s greatest symphony.
“Deal,” he said when I finally let him up for air.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Finn
WhenWhitfieldslammedintome, it felt like a semi. He’d held his stick firm to cross-check me. I did my best to recover quickly, forcing myself to regain speed after losing all momentum. The shoulder he’d forced against the boards screamed in protest as I pushed through the pain.
“Howard! What the actual fuck!” Benson, our newest right-wing player, yelled. He was a transfer from a school upstate and all he did was complain about his decision to become a Mendell Hawk. Half of the team wanted to punch out the bastard’s teeth. He was good, though. Mouthy, but good.
Sam righted my wrongs. He stole the puck back from Whitfield and started to the opposite end of the rink. He scored, making Lincoln curse as the puck went right between his legs and into the net. This was supposed to be a friendly match. But friendly and hockey didn’t mix well. Especially when half the team was stressed about the upcoming game.
“You might want to go take a seat, bud,” Whitfield mocked as he skated past me. “Let the actual players get ready for showtime.”
