She glances at me, then nods. “Okay.”
By the end, my mom works her usual magic, convincing Lindsey to hand over the camera. A fewminutes later, she’s directing us instead. She gets shots of Lindsey with Eli and me, like she’s been part of us all along.
CHAPTER 21
LINDSEY
I burrow into Miller’s arms.
The Brodys have been gone for hours. Eli has gone to sleep because tomorrow is the day. The custody hearing.
Miller has his arms around me and his legs threaded with mine. His voice is a husky whisper. “You okay?”
I shrug instead of answering.
He turns me to my back and hovers over me. His hand trails softly across my cheek. “Did you have fun today?”
I put my hand on his chest. “You know I did. Thank you, by the way. I appreciate everything you do for Eli and me.”
He holds me to his chest. “You don’t have to thank me. I like seeing you two smile again.”
“How’s your back?”
He chuckles. “I should have known better than to try to keep up with Eli running bases. I’m not sure which of us missed Guy more, Eli or me.”
I raise up. “Let me massage it for you.”
He waves me off. “No, honey. I’m fine. I’ll work out the kinks at the gym tomorrow or something.”
I sigh and sit up next to him. “Miller.”
He sits up too, surprised. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Let me do something for you. You’re doing everything for Eli and me. You don’t let me do anything for you.”
He cups my cheek. “You have enough to worry about. I don’t want you to worry about me too.”
I grab his hand and hold it between mine. “I want to take care of you, Miller. I need this.” I gesture to the bed. “Lie down. Let me work your sore joints.”
He lets out a huff. “I’m getting old if I can’t even play wiffle ball withoutfeeling pain.”
I get up from the bed and grab some lotion from the bathroom. When I settle back onto the bed next to Miller, I tell him, “Lucky for you, I like older men.”
I put some lotion on my palms, rub them together, and then start massaging his lower back. We’re both quiet until he asks, “Does it bother you that I’m ten years older than you?”
“No,” I answer simply.
He moans, and I dig deeper to release the knot he has. When I’ve worked his lower back, I move to his shoulders. He moans again, but this one is different, more guttural, and I whisper to him, “Turn over.”
He lifts his head. “Did you say turn over?”
I laugh softly. “Yes. Let me get your front.”
He rolls to his back, and his hard manhood is tenting his shorts. I gesture between his legs. “That doesn’t look too comfortable. Can I help with that?”
Huskily, he answers, “Honey, you can do anything you want with that.”
I slide my hands to the side of his shorts and bring them down his thighs. His cock bobs free, and I decide to make him wait for it.
