I blushed to hear him call me that.Babe. But Cass said it so naturally, so easily, it just felt right, too.
Kind of like how it felt so right to massage him. His body melted and relaxed under my touch, and I took satisfaction in knowing that I was helping him to feel good. He was working so hard on the studio that our family would enjoy for years. It only seemed right to help him with his aches and pains. I took in a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and trusted my instincts as I worked the knots in his muscles with a steady, rhythmic rub.
“You know, there’s one thing you could do to improve the massage,” he said, his voice slow and deep.
I pushed my hands down his back, then grabbed at his chest from behind, my cheek pressed to the back of his head. “You want a full body massage now? Because that might require a trade.”
Cass placed his hand over mine with a squeeze. “That could be arranged. I was just going to try to get you naked.”
I laughed and released him to toss my shirt aside. The evening was just starting to cool, and the breeze kissed my skin. “It’s not fair if I’m the only naked one,” I pointed out.
Cass stood, then set his eyes straight onto me. His gaze burned my skin. I loved how much he liked watching me, because whenever he had a look like that in his eyes, it felt a lot easier to feel like I was actually hot. There were all these parts of my body that I had decided were bad, like my slim hips and the way my cheeks turned pink so easily, but those were the exact parts that Cass got off on.
I traced my finger over my nipple, hard in the evening chill. “You first?” I asked with a soft breath.
Cass unzipped his jeans, then kicked his pants aside. He was already rock hard, the flare of his crown purple, and his sack hung heavily in the air. I traced my eyes up and down his firm body, enjoying the view as much as I was enjoying him staring at me, hungry.
Finally satisfied, I finished undressing, swaying my hips while I teased my shorts and briefs down. It was fun to play around, to spin and show him my ass and even bounce my cheeks a little while he growled. I felt free with him in ways I never had been before, like I could finally be playful.
Cass crossed the porch, grabbed my briefs out of my hand, and then tossed them aside as he took me into a deep kiss. I wriggled against his body until we finally came up for air.
“Is this traditionally part of a massage?”
Cass laughed, then grabbed me by the side and spun me in the air. I laughed along, my legs flying out behind, until he set me down with another kiss.
“It’s the best part,” he said. “If you ever go to a massage parlor, make sure to demand the naked spin after.”
“I’ll make a note,” I laughed.
Cass tilted his head to the side, and suddenly, the expression on his face changed. “Do you hear that?”
I listened. At first, the only sound I heard was the wind, but after a second, I noticed a rumble beneath it, too. “Is that a car?”
Cass released me and crossed over to his clothes. “Do you get many people driving by?”
“Never,” I said as I hurried over to retrieve my underwear. “Maybe someone is lost?”
Cass kicked his legs into his jeans, then stepped into his boots, leaving the laces untied. “I’ll check it out. You wait here.” He paused to kiss me on the cheek, the continued to the front. “Be right back,” he hollered over his shoulder.
I pulled my underwear on and stared after him. “I’ll be here, babe,” I answered once he was gone, just to try it out.
Even though I figured the visitor was nothing, I still finished dressing myself. I noticed that Cass had left his boxers behind in his hurry, and I took a second to fold them and set them on the bench. The sun was slipping behind the trees, and I realized we were only a few minutes away from darkness. It looked like another beautiful, peaceful evening, and I was ready to slip away into the bliss of it with Cass.
“Shawn!” he hissed, a loud whisper through the trees. “Shawn!”
I stepped to the edge of the porch. “Cass?” I said.
“Get up front, quick! Your brother is here!”
Chapter Fourteen
Cass
“Damn,dude. Put on some underwear. Those jeans are pornographic.”
I grumbled under my breath as I adjusted my bulge, still half-hard from Shawn. Leo stood across from me in the living room, the top few buttons of his collared shirt undone and a stylish suitcase dangling from one hand. He sported a soft beard and a sly smile that I’d been laughing with for years.
“Here we go,” Shawn said, returning from the kitchen with three bottles of beer. When he handed one off to Cass, he shot me a look, his face somewhere between panicked and excited.
