“No, no—fry bread. As in, you fry it. It’s horribly fattening of course but amazingly good.” She sighed and put down her spoon.
“What is it?” Reddix looked at her in concern.
“Nothing. I just…I miss Mehoo.”
He felt a surge of guilt. “Nina—”
“Never mind.” She blinked rapidly and shook her head, as though trying to dispel her unwanted emotion. “Try some of the sweet kind too. Here…” She pointed at another bowl with little brown crumbles in it. “I swear this one tastes exactly like buttered toast dipped in hot chocolate. It’s amazing.”
“I don’t know what any of those things are, but I’ll try it.” Reddix reached for the mixture and then winced as a sudden muscle spasm traveled down his arm. “Goddess damn it!” he cursed under his breath as he rolled his shoulder, trying to ease the ache.
Nina was instantly concerned. “What is it? What happened? Did one of the Feeling People pass by outside the door or something? Did you feel their emotions?”
“No—nothing like that.” Reddix shook his head. “I’m just still stiff—from being out so long, I guess.”
“Oh.” Nina relaxed. “Well, of course you are. And not just being unconscious for so long—don’t forget that before that you were pretty much chained up in the kitchen for most of a day and night.”
“Not that I didn’t fucking deserve it.” Reddix sighed and rolled his stiff, aching shoulder some more. “Never mind. It’ll work itself out.”
“No it won’t—not without some help.” Nina put down her bowl. “I’m about finished—how about you?”
“I guess so.” Reddix put down his own bowl as well. Despite the fact that he hadn’t eaten very much, he was surprisingly full. Either his stomach had shrunk in the time he had been unconscious or the mush was surprisingly filling.
“Good.” Nina reached down and grabbed his hand.
Reddix jerked, startled. After so many years of being careful to keep his distance from everyone, he was still getting used to being touched casually.
“Uh, what are you doing?” he asked, trying to cover his knee-jerk reaction.
“Trying to get you to come to the bed.” She tugged on his hand. “Come on.”
“What?” Suddenly, his heart was pounding, and his shaft was achingly hard again. “And why exactly are we going to bed?” he managed to get out.
“Oh…” Nina’s cheeks went pink. “No, nothing like that,” she assured him hastily. “I just…I meant I’ll give you a massage.”
“A massage?” he asked, still not understanding.
“I’ll rub you all over.” She got even pinker. “Oh God, that came out really wrong. I mean I’ll rub your muscles to release tension. It’s strictly therapeutic, I swear. I’ll just do your back and shoulders and legs.” She cleared her throat. “Maybe…maybe work on the glutes some too.”
“And this…you, uh, rubbing me all over is supposed to make me less tense?” He raised an eyebrow at her in disbelief. Did she have any idea what she was saying? The idea of having those soft little hands of hers all over his body, even in a non-sexual way was enough to make him half-crazy with desire for her.
“That’s the idea. Now come on,” Nina said firmly. “You’ll never get all those kinks in your muscles out without some professional help.”
Reddix was still dubious, but he wasn’t about to refuse the chance to have her hands on his body. With a little direction from Nina, he lay face down on the bed with the blanket covering only his ass. Then she knelt beside him and began to work.
To his surprise, those soft, small hands were actually quite strong. He nearly groaned in relief as Nina found the hard knot in his stiff shoulder and worked it until it loosened. Then she started working on the rest of his back, but soon she made a noise of irritation.
“Problem?” he asked, turning his head to the side to look at her.
“Yes—you’re too big. I mean, your shoulders are so broad it’s hard to reach. Do you mind if I straddle you?”
Reddix’s shaft hardened even further, pressing against the bed. He shifted, trying to get more comfortable. Somewhere inside he knew this much intimate contact with Nina would be pushing his limits, but somehow he couldn’t say no.
“Go ahead,” he said hoarsely.
He’d barely finished speaking when Nina hiked up her dress and threw one leg over his hips. Though he was lying face down, Reddix couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to have her straddle him while he was face up instead. To have that soft, sweet pussy settling down on his aching shaft, enveloping him in her hot, wet depths, her full breasts bouncing as he fucked up into her. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the vision. Gods, how could he stand this? He was going to die from desire!