Page 134 of Downpour

I laughed. “I don’t need underwear? What? You just want me to walk around naked?”

He chuckled. “I’m not gonna argue with that.”

“I like the candles.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s relaxing.”

“Good,” he said. “Lay down.”

“But it’s barely six o’clock.”

Ray lifted an eyebrow. “Are you arguing with me?”

I clammed up and stretched out on the bed. Ray leaned down and lightly brushed his lips against mine. The touch of his kiss was gentle and warm, like a familiar hello. As he deepened the kiss, his hand caressed my stomach and his tongue slid against mine. A whimper escaped my lips as he moved his hand up and over my breasts.

“Roll over,” he whispered.

My eyebrows furrowed. “But...”

Ray chuckled as he leaned back. “Roll over, Sunnyside.”

I grumbled and turned onto my stomach. The breeze from the ceiling fan caused goosebumps to cover my back and legs.

Ray sat up on the bed and positioned himself next to me. Something clicked in his hands, then he rubbed them together.

I moaned as soon as he slid oiled-up palms down my back. “Oh my god, I love you.”

Ray laughed. “Good. Because I love you too.”

“My back is jacked up,” I muttered into the covers. “That feels so good.”

He pressed his thumbs into the small of my back. “It’s from riding. Eventually, you’ll get used to it.”

I whimpered when he exerted a little more pressure. “Not there yet.”

He chuckled and moved up to massage my shoulder blades. “I watched you on Riot for a little while. You looked good.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “It feels good to be up there.”

He poured more oil into his hand and smoothed it all the way down my back to my ass. “Open your legs.”

I parted my thighs and bit down on my lip as he circled one leg, kneading and working out the knots in my hamstrings. The side of his hand grazed my pussy, but I tried to focus on the massage.

I felt as though I was floating as he relieved the tension in my legs. I bit my lip when his hands circled my thigh, just under my ass, to work on my sciatic nerve. His fingers grazed my cunt and danced over my clit. It was enough to tease, but not nearly enough to satisfy.

“On your back,” he instructed, moving to sit at my head.

I groaned. “You’re teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby girl,” he said in a low rasp as he moved my head to rest in his lap.

I closed my eyes as he massaged the oil into my collarbone and chest. “You only call me baby girl when you’re horny. Otherwise, it’s Sunnyside or Brooke.”

“Am I that obvious?”

I grinned. “I like it.”

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