Page 10 of Baby Me

“You okay with this?” He asked.

“Of course,” I insisted.

Tripp nodded before he quietly guided me back to his room located at the end of a lonely hall full of offices and storage spaces.

“Last chance to back out,” Tripp stated as we reached his bedroom door.

“Why on earth would I do that?”

He shrugged. “Never had you back here before.” It was a mumbled line, but I heard it plain as day. What he really meant was that he’d never had me before. Not once. I would catch him watching me from time-to-time because my eyes would always drift to him if he was in a room. There was interest there between the two of us, but it seemed to be a fascination he was not inclined to act on until this moment.

Once the door was shut behind us, I turned and ran my hands up his arms and gently traced over his shoulders until my fingers managed to tunnel into his hair at the nape of his neck. Tripp’s head tipped back as an inadvertent moan slipped free from his lips. “Feels really good, sweetheart.”

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and let me take care of you. You’re always so tense with the weight of the club on your shoulders. Let me make it better for you tonight.” What I really wanted to say was, ‘Let me make it better for you forever.’ That wasn’t a sentiment that would fly with the club brothers though unless they were the one to claim you as their woman first.

“How are you planning on doing that, Vina?”

“I’m going to start out with giving you the best damn massage you ever had. We need to work out all this muscle tension and once your body is feeling good and loose, I’ll help you work out your other frustrations any way you choose.”

“Your first priority is taking care of me and making sure I’m not riddled with tension?”

“Yes.”

“Is that something you do for all my brothers?” He asked while staring me in the eye and all but daring me to lie to him.

“No, it’s not. You look like you need it though.”

“It’s not required.”

My shoulders bounced as I offered up a smile. “It was just an offer. You’re free to say, “No”.

In answer, he started to pull his cut off and then lifted his shirt over his head and placed them both on what looked like an unused desk against the wall. His boots, jeans, and everything else were next. While he took care of himself, I stripped down to my bra and panties and then made my way to his ensuite.

“You have any lotion, oil, or lubricant in here?”

“Medicine cabinet.”

There was a bottle of unopened massage oil with the seal still on it. He had at least been thinking about doing this with someone, at some point recently. I was happy to see the seal had never been cracked though. It would have sucked to know that I wasn’t the only one who offered this up to him. It might not have been possible to tell him how I felt about the man who starred in most of my dreams, but I wanted to show him in some way that he mattered to me.

This little thing, giving him comfort, was the only way I had to do that. All the other girls would jump right into sex, thinking that was the only thing that made them worth the time the men spent with them. In most instances, that was probably true.

Tripp was laid face down on the bed when I returned with the oil. His face was cocked to the side, so he could see me when I walked back in the room. He smiled but otherwise didn’t make a move. I sauntered over to the bed and then climbed on top and maneuvered myself so that my legs straddled his upper thighs.

“I’m going to start with your neck and shoulders because that is where your muscles look like they’re nothing but hard knots.” I trailed my fingers down his back gently, which caused an explosion of goosebumps to break out across his body. As I did, the other tense muscles also made themselves known.

“You have to take better care of yourself, Tripp. This is kind of ridiculous.”

He grinned. “Not every day someone offers to give me a massage around here.”

“Well, consider it an open invitation. If you need to relax, I don’t mind helping you out.” I wanted to add in any and every capacity but didn’t want to sound like one of the desperate whores who were always trying to land a patch.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Before I poured the oil into my hands, I ran my fingertips over Tripp’s scalp and gave his head a little massage. He groaned through it and more gooseflesh bloomed across his skin to let me know there were no pretenses in the noises he made.

As much as I would have loved to do that for him all night, there was more he needed from me. Despite the pleasure he took in those simple touches, his muscles were bunched into tight, hard balls of stress. I opened the massage oil and poured a generous amount into my hands and rubbed them together to warm the liquid before applying it to his skin.

I used my thumbs to kneed the muscles along his neck while my fingers dug in and vigorously worked the muscles of his shoulders and lower neck. “Fuck, that hurts so good,” he muttered into the pillow.

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