Page 28 of Hearts Adrift
“Really? No.” That makes me let out a laugh despite myself. “It was … kind of exhilarating.”
“Exhilarating?” he asks, leaning forward. It causes his foot to graze mine again. I can’t help but think it’s starting to feel more intentional every time he does it.
“Yes, exhilar—ouch.” I wince, having turned my neck wrong and causing my sore shoulder to twinge again.
“You okay?”
“Sorry, yeah, it’s nothing. Overhead presses,” I mutter with half a laugh. “Went too hard earlier at the gym.”
“Oh, you got a kink?”
My eyes snap to his. “A what?”
“Kink. In your shoulder. I could work it out for you. I havemasterfulthumbs,” he insists, lifting his fingers and wiggling them like he’s about to tickle me. “Other than the fact that two of my friends are professional masseusesandI picked up a trick or two after traveling to Thailand for a film—it was a honeymoon scene, spa day, massages, the works. Want me to try?”
The thought of his hands on me right now. The amount of pent-up I’ve been since the breakup—and even before it. The sparkle of delight in his eyes at the prospect of helping me out. “I … I really …”
“It’s no problem,” he insists, cutting straight through my reluctance and picking up on my curiosity.
Then he’s out of his chair and behind mine in the next instant.
His hands touch my shoulders.
“Here?” he murmurs quietly.
It’s a miracle, how his thumbs find the exact spot.
I close my eyes. “Hrmm…” I confirm.
“That a yes?”
“H’ummph…” I confirm again.
His thumbs gently begin to knead my neck. The heat of his hands is perfect, pressing into my skin. I try not to react too much, playing it cool, but with every push of his warm fingers into my shoulders, more of me comes undone. I feel like I’m hanging on the edge of letting out an unintended whimper. I’d better not. That would be embarrassing.
“Is it good?” he asks me. “Too soft? Too hard?”
The second he asks the question, I feel the front of his body press against my back.
Probably unintentional. Most likely not meant to seem like he’s grinding his dick against me.
But it sure has the effect of waking up my own.
“It’s hard,” I answer, flushing.
“Too hard?”
It’s been way too long. I’m not myself.“N-Not yet.”
“So you want it harder?”
What’re we talking about exactly?“Y-Yeah.”
His thumbs oblige. So does my dick, waking up fast.
I control my breathing. He’s only doing me a favor. He just wants me to feel better. This is River’s way of paying me back for the food and the company.
His front grinds against me more.
