Seduced by Innocencey(39)

"Sounds like you and your siblings are close."

His face darkened. "We are."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad thoughts. How's your brother doing?"

"The same. My parents are looking for ways to help him, but the doctors are stumped."

"May I ask what happened?"

He hesitated, and somehow I knew that what he was about to say wouldn't be the whole truth. "He was in an accident while out hiking and is in some kind of coma."

"I'm so sorry." I squeezed his hand. "I hope he recovers quickly."

"So do I. But, enough of that. Let's get some food in you."



I sat at the bar watching him cook. The frying bacon made my mouth water, and my stomach rumbled. "Can't I just eat a small bowl of serial while you finish? I promise it won't ruin my appetite. You have my favorite, Captain Crunch."

He looked up from chopping bell peppers. "I only bought that because you begged me to. I don't know how you can eat that stuff, it's like eating children's toys."

"Eating Captain Crunch is a valid life choice, don't knock it."

The pan on the stove sizzled with butter. "You can bask in that life choice another time. This will only take a few minutes. I don't think you'll starve."

Hopping down from the stool, I joined him in the kitchen. "You never know. At least let me help. It'll keep my hands busy and my mind off my impending starvation."

"I can think of better ways to keep your hands busy." He trailed his finger over my collarbone.

I shivered from the heat between us.

Then he pulled back and handed me a bowl. "You can get the eggs ready."

Our morning progressed in companionable banter. After a delicious breakfast that was well worth the wait, we took Sandy for another walk as he regaled me of stories from his childhood.

Ocean texted, asking how it was going. I gave her a quick run-down of our Jacuzzi escapades, and I could practically hear her screaming in excitment.

That afternoon we cuddled in front of the fire, and Derek read me passages from his favorite books. The cabin had a fully stocked library with all of the classics, books of poetry and many contemporary favorites. His deep voice soothed me as he read bits of Shakespeare and sections from Milan Kundera.

During a particularly long passage, my eyes fluttered closed, and I laid my head on his lap as he stroked my hair while he read.

Time passed in gusts of words, and when I opened my eyes again, the sun had set and the fire had died down. I sat up and stretched. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes. I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful."

I shivered. "It got cold."

He stood. "I'll get the fire going again."

When he bent over to add more wood, he stiffened.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a crick in my neck." He stoked the fire until it burned bright then came to sit next to me.

I reached for his neck and kneaded it with my fingers. "You're tense. Would you like a massage? I've been told I'm pretty good."

He reached for my fingers and kissed them through the gloves. "I'd love one, but only if you're sure."

A chance to touch his body from head to toe? Yeah, I was sure. "Yes. But, for it to be effective, you should probably strip down. And do we have any massage oil or grapeseed oil?"

My voice sounded professional and matter-of-fact, like I did nude massages all the time, but inside I quivered with nerves. I'd be fully clothed and he'd be naked. The thought aroused me.

I found a sheet in one of the pantries and laid it over the thick bearskin rug in front of the fire. "You can lay down here to stay warm."

He handed me a bottle of grapeseed oil, then pulled off his clothes, one piece at a time.

My eyes took in the site of him. Though I'd seen him naked in the water, this was different. His cock had already stiffened and pushed against his ripped stomach when he freed it from his boxers. I sat on my knees in front of him, oil in hand, frozen. It would have been so easy to reach forward with my mouth and lick the tip of his cock, but I did want to give him a massage.

I cleared my throat. "Okay, lay down on your stomach."

He did as told, and I admired his backside, which I hadn't gotten a clear view of the night before. His perfectly muscled body and the curve of his ass begged for skin on skin contact. Since I wouldn't be getting too sexually aroused—I hoped—I pulled off my gloves and dripped the oil into my hands, then rubbed the length of his back.

Following the direction of his muscles, I used different techniques to work out his knots and relax his muscles. When I reached his ass, I worked on his hips, then used my thumbs to massage the pressure points at the base of his back.

Moving lower, I deliberately dipped my hands between his thighs, allowing my fingers to lightly stroke his exposed balls.