“Okay.”
“And Beck?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”
She let the smile spread across her lips as she let herself out of the room and contemplated the upcoming massage session.
I love my job.
Chapter Six
Beck was grateful Lucy had instructed him to get on the table facedown. It might give his raging hard-on a chance to calm down if it was squished into submission. The thought didn’t give him a whole lot of hope when it twitched behind his fly as he recalled the way she’d said the word “strip” to him. Given the sexy smile she’d worn, she understood his concern but she hadn’t hinted at it or teased him for which he was grateful.
I wonder if I can sneak past her and out the front door unnoticed.
That stray thought made him feel like a pussy. She was a full-grown woman. A beautiful, luscious woman. And his response was a normal, adult masculine response to her, even if it was taking him by surprise lately. He’d always appreciated her beauty before and he didn’t see what was suddenly different about her to make his cock act like it was attached to a randy teenager.
She said strip. I guess I strip…down to my underwear. He pulled off his work boots and removed his jeans and faded flannel shirt, folded them and put them on the chair. He looked down and groaned at the sight of his boxer briefs.
Maybe she’d understand about bachelors and ratty boxers. It’d been a while since he bought new ones and these were beyond worn.
He heard her voice in his head again. “Strip.” And he did. He hid the underwear in his jeans pocket and vowed to stop at Stigall’s on the way home for new ones. Standing buck-ass nekkid in the back room of one of the historical buildings in downtown Divine suddenly felt weird. He got onto the table and under the sheet and the black and gold patterned coverlet, trapping his ridiculously hard erection between him and the plush cushion of the massage table.
Way to break in her equipment, perv.
He positioned his face in the cradle that extended over the front edge of the table, groaning at the pull of aching muscles, and got as comfortable as he could. The strands of his beard itched where they were pressed against his chin and his long hair brushed at his shoulders. He sighed, wondering if he should’ve just cut it all off himself. He wasn’t sure how she’d react to him if he took a razor to his whole head. What she thought mattered.
“Knock-knock.” She tapped on the door and cracked it open a bit, spilling a thin strip of bright daylight across the floor. He was relieved that it didn’t shine on him because the possibility of being visible like this from the street gave him the willies.
She moved around the room, making rustling sounds, getting her equipment ready. He couldn’t see anything except for the dark-colored hardwood floor that was directly beneath the table as he contemplated whether he’d made a good decision in calling her. His cock throbbed, letting him know it had a mind of its own and was on board with the plan currently in place.
Nothing to do now but submit. You’re nekkid under the sheet.
He breathed in deep and noticed the scent of eucalyptus and something else that smelled herbal, maybe lavender. He breathed in deep and felt his head swim a little as he exhaled slowly.
She put her hand on his shoulder and said, “Beck, I’ll be right back.”
Returning a few seconds later, she said, “I’m pulling your hair back, okay?”
“Damn, I’m sorry, Lucy. I should’ve thought of that.”
“It’s okay. You just relax and don’t worry about a thing. This is my own personal hair clip I’m using. It’s clean. I just don’t want to make an oily mess of your hair or accidentally pull it while I’m working on your shoulders, okay?”
“Sure.”
Her fingers were gentle as they traced though his hair, her nails lightly scratching at his scalp as she drew his long hair back and up. The tugging sensation sent pleasant shivers down his back and he smiled when he heard her sigh softly. It was a nice sound. She didn’t just yank his hair up and out of the way. He felt like it was part of the massage. She finally twisted it back and secured it with the clip and then patted his back.
She moved around him and he felt the light touch of her hand through the coverings as she circled the table and came to his other shoulder. Her voice was like honey as she spoke.
“Tell me if the pressure I’m applying becomes too much. I’m going deep in places, but if it’s too painful, please let me know.”
“Okay.”
A cool draft of air skimmed across his back as she folded the coverings down to his waist. He wanted to beat his inner adolescent when he wondered if she’d noticed yet that he was butt nekkid under the drape.