“I know,” she mumbled. “You scared me, Sean.”
The first swipe of her fingers across his shoulder made him bite back a moan. It was his Abigail, his baby girl putting her hands on him. He dropped his head and closed his eyes. “I can’t take back what I did, but I hope you’ll let me make it up to you. I swear I never meant to hurt you, Abigail. I’d never hit you. Ever. I’m so sorry.”
“You’re red on your shoulders and pink on your back,” she whispered.
Another timid swipe across the other shoulder made his dick twitch. “We were out here all afternoon. I’m not used to being around a pool. I should’ve put a T-shirt on, I guess. Did you hear me, Abigail? I swear I’d never hurt you.”
She didn’t say anything but continued to use her delicate fingertips to apply the soothing gel. With each pass, her fingertips pressed harder. Then her fingertips became fingers, until finally, and thankfully, her hands rubbed into the aching muscles between his shoulder blades. The tension had become a cancer, eating through his skin, infesting his muscles until he’d learned to live with the tight feeling.
“How’s your dog?” he asked.
She dug her thumbs into his lower back. “Your back is really tight. She’s fine. That squirrel squeaks 24-7.”
The little furry princess liked the toy. “Sorry. I didn’t think she’d chew on it all the time. I can take the squeaker out if you want. It’s not hard to do.”
“I don’t know. She really seems to like it, and it doesn’t bother me that much. I tried to take it away from her yesterday, and she growled at me.”
He looked over his shoulder. Damn. She looked sexy as hell in a white dress shirt. Whose was it? She wore the man’s dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top three, no four, buttons undone. The little vixen was going to kill him. Jealousy was going to make him go insane, but her juicy tits all tucked under that shirt were sure as hell going to fucking bring him to his knees.
He grinned, knowing the dog missed him. “She growled at you?”
Full lips smirked back at him when she said, “Well, you don’t have to smile so big about it.”
He turned back around, goofy smile still planted on his face. “Sorry. Can you rub my side, right here? It feels like I got burnt there too.” Her delicate fingers, smeared with aloe, rubbed into the sore muscle. “And here,” he said pointing over his shoulder to the back of his neck. Her fingers worked their magic, draining the tension inch by inch. There was one more muscle that had more tension than any of the others, but he figured he’d have to work on her a bit more to get that one rubbed. “Oh, and here.”
“Where?”
He turned around, draping his legs over the sides of the lounger. She was squirting more gel into her palm when she looked up to find him pointing to the left side of his chest. “Here,” he said.
She dipped her chin. “You can reach there.”
“I know.” He took her slippery hand and pressed it to his chest. “But it feels so much better when you do it. Will you help me?” When she tried to pull away, he pressed harder. Hell, if he could’ve absorbed her hand under his skin, he would have. “Look at me, baby. I want you to know that I may have acted like a jerk, but I’d never hurt you or Penelope. I have a temper, and, well, I know I was a jerk.”
“Yes, you were a jerk, Sean. But I-I don’t think—”
“Don’t think,” he said. “Just rub. And undo another button on that shirt.”
“But…but,” she stammered, never removing her hand from his chest. Her fingertips pressed into his muscle. “Why don’t you make me?”
Did she just snicker? Was that a smile? He tipped her chin to meet his stare, and dark lashes blinked back. “If I make you, baby, you’ll be ass up over this lounger with my cock buried inside you. Is that what you want?” When her breath hitched, he took the second to slide her hand down his torso, leaving a trail of gel in its wake. “Is it?”
Her eyes snapped up. “No. Y-You hurt me, Sean. No. I’m not going to play this game.”
The moment she jumped off the lounger, he knew he’d fucked up. She wasn’t like every other woman he’d ever met.
“You look really good,” he quietly said to her back as she walked through the french doors.
* * * *
While Ron and Abigail set the patio table, Sean kept busy lighting the torches. By the time he was done, the backyard looked like a fairytale playground. The soft glow sparked a whole new mirage. Thick thighs in pink stockings with a wispy little tutu around a soft waist. Gossamer wings flittering with her sweet laughter. Yeah, his dick was on board with that fantasy. His Abigail all dolled up as a sweet sprite. He smiled. I guess I’ve got another fetish for that application.