Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“No, goofy,” I say back to her with a grin. “I was talking about me giving you a back rub. To relax you a bit.”
“Oh.”
“Although I know of other ways to relax you too,” I tell her with a suggestive waggle of my eyebrows.
“Yes, you do,” she agrees with a murmur, her eyes glazing over a bit.
It’s completely suggestive to me that she’d be very open to me relaxing her with an orgasm, but hell…I can do that anytime.
Bringing my hands to her shoulders, I turn her toward the bed and order, “Lie down on your stomach. I’ll be right back.”
As Brooke lets out a tiny giggle and starts to climb onto the bed, I head into her bathroom to rummage through her things. I’ve seen enough of her beauty products in her bathroom to know exactly what I’m looking for.
I snag the lotion from the vanity, and when I return to the bed, Brooke is on her stomach with her cheeks resting on her forearms and looking straight at me. Those whiskey-colored eyes seem to glow as she watches me approach.
She’s removed her towel and her naked body demands my attention. Skin that I know to be delicately soft, the gentle dip of her lower back, and the rounded cheeks of her ass. Long fucking legs with the prettiest feet that I think I’d really like perched on my shoulders tonight.
The thought makes me start to harden, but I ignore my own body for the moment. I promised Brooke a back rub and I’m going to give her a good one. I’m going to make her boneless, then come with my cock deep inside of her. If I’m on my A game, I’m going to time it just right so we come together.
I crawl onto the bed and flip my leg over her body, allowing me to straddle her just over her buttocks. I glance down at her ass, wondering if I’ll ever fuck it. My dick gets harder and I shake my head, opening the bottle of lotion. I pour some into my hands and rub them together to warm it up.
When I place my hands on her skin, she sighs as if I’m quenching something within her.
I use only the lightest pressure to distribute the lotion all over her upper and middle back, settling my weight slightly on her ass. Sliding upward, I curve my fingers over the edges of her shoulders and dig my thumbs down into her trap muscles. Brooke groans appreciatively and it makes me smile.
It’s quiet for a few moments while I work on her, spending a great deal of time on her upper back. I’m not in a hurry despite the late hour because I can function very well on just a few hours and I don’t have to be anywhere until the team skate at 11 A.M.
“Does your mom come to your games?” Brooke asks, and I note her voice sounds heavy. That also makes me smile.
“She does,” I tell her as I move my hands down to midback. “She’ll come to some home games in Phoenix and she’ll come to road games that are close to London.”
When we had breakfast this morning—or actually yesterday morning, as the clock says it’s almost 12:30 A.M.—Brooke spent some time poking around in my background, so she knows all about my mom. Much like her, my life was pretty much an open book and no dark skeletons are in my closet. I told her about my father dying and my mother taking on both roles to raise me. She knows I’m very close to my mom, a fact that I know sometimes can embarrass dudes, but not me. My mom is fucking awesome times ten.
“She’s so lucky to have a career that has let her take the time to support you in your hockey,” she murmurs, and I note that her eyes are droopy. She has a serene smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“It was really beneficial when I was younger,” I agree. “Having a loved one cheer you on can really make the difference. Now, if they wouldn’t let her travel, I’d just have her quit her job and I’d support her so she could come to all my games.”
“Really?” Brooke asks in a dreamy way that tells me she thinks that was a very sweet sentiment.
I laugh as I run my thumbs up the muscles that protect her spine. She shivers and I glide them back down. “No, not really. My mom’s a financial analyst for a large insurance company and would never quit that job. She loves it too much and she’s one of those people who will probably work until the day she dies. She doesn’t know how to do slow and relaxed.”
“I wish I felt that way about my current job,” Brooke murmurs, then gives a tiny yawn, her eyes remaining closed, her face peacefully slack. I definitely give good back rubs.