“Then let me help.”
I stand and guide her to lie face-down on the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Helping.”
I start massaging her shoulders. Deep and firm.
She groans immediately. “Oh my God.”
“Good?”
“So good. Thank you.”
I work my way down her back. Finding every knot. Every tight spot. Working them out with my thumbs.
She’s making these sounds. Soft moans. Little gasps. Completely relaxed.
“This is exactly what I needed,” she murmurs. “Thank you.”
I move to her lower back. Deep tissue. Pressing hard.
She arches into it. “Right there. Oh God, right there.”
The door pushes open.
Jax stands in the doorway, eyebrows raised at the view.
Tiger starts laughing. “Hi.”
“Those sounds,” Jax says. His voice rough.
I move to her legs now. Massaging her calves. Her thighs.
Tiger flips onto her back, looks at me, and then at Jax.
“You know what else would help me with stress?” she asks.
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
She points her toes at me. Then hooks her legs around my hips. She pulls me closer and I fall over her.
“What do you need?” I ask quietly, looking at her mouth.
She pulls me down and kisses me.
Then she breaks away and looks at Jax. “You’re going to be a good boy and watch.”
I smirk over at Jax. He crosses his arms as he leans against the doorframe.
“Seriously?” he asks.
“Yeah,” she confirms.
Then she pulls me back down and kisses me again.
And I’m very aware of Jax watching. Of Tiger putting on a show. Of the way she’s touching me intently because she knows he’s there.
