Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Where do you want us to sit?” I asked solemnly.
Silas smiled. “Anywhere. If you want food, though, you’ll have to sit at the bar. We’ve got no waitresses on staff tonight.”
So that was how we ended up sitting at the bar, eating hamburgers, and listening to stories of Tunnel Morrison’s life.
I studiously ignored Grayson and the woman.
Or tried to, anyway.
Were they dating? Did he love her? How long had they been together?
Why couldn’t I find a man like that?
The questions rolled through my mind like a firestorm.
I’d secretly been hoping that Grayson was kidding about going on a date.
Not that I wanted to deny anyone their happiness, but I’d started to entertain the possibilities of what’d it would be like to be with him.
Now, though, I’d never know.
The two of them looked pretty happy.
Or at least the woman did.
I was on the last bite of my hamburger when a glass crashed to the floor, effectively silencing everyone in the entire joint.
I turned, following the noise with my eyes, to find Grayson bent over the bar, his head down and his body hunched as if in pain.
I’d not even meant it to happen, but I was up and on my feet, walking quickly in Grayson’s direction before I thought through my actions.
“Torren?” The woman asked worriedly. “Are you okay?”
“Cramp,” he groaned, stiffening when the woman placed her hand on Grayson’s shoulder and pressed lightly. “Get your hands off me. Don’t touch it.”
I blinked at the harshness of the voice, surprised at the vehemence in the response.
Even so, I didn’t hesitate to place my hands on him.
“Grayson,” I said quietly, pressing into his body on the opposite side of the woman. “Sit up and let me work it out.”
I felt bad.
It was probably my fault he was hurting.
If I hadn’t pushed him, he wouldn’t be feeling worse right now.
That was, though, something he needed to get over.
I’d push him even harder by the time this was all said and done.
He didn’t stiffen up when my hands made their way under the leather vest he was wearing. Nor when I took the leather vest off and shoved it between my legs to hold it while I shoved his shirt up to lift it off the one shoulder.
He lifted his arm, grimacing in pain as the fabric slid over his shoulder and bunched at the base of his neck.
I reached into the purse that was around my neck, slipping out my lotion, and squirting a generous dollop into my hands before I started working it slowly into his shoulder.
I ignored the looks from the various men that were surrounding us. Especially the evil one from the woman who very clearly did not want me touching her man.
Well, too fucking bad.
I’d do it if I wanted to do it.
He’d feel better when I was done with him.
“Where does it hurt?” I asked.
However, the answer was irrelevant when my hands came in contact with the huge frozen muscle on the back of his shoulder. His trapezius to be precise.
The entire thing was twitching uncontrollably, pulsing with his heartbeat.
“Right there,” he gasped when my fingers met the angry muscle. “Your hands, God they’re magic.”
I smiled as I worked my fingers along the muscle.
“You were saying I was a beast this afternoon. In fact, I specifically remember something about my hands not knowing what they were good for,” I teased as I tried to take my mind off the perfectness of his skin.
On how the muscles under my fingers felt like heaven.
On how it’d feel to run my naked body along his.
“Do you want me to do that, Torren?” The snotty woman’s voice broke in sharply.
Torren shook his head. “No, Molly. Tru’s got it just fine,” he groaned as I worked the muscle with my strong, pliable fingers.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the woman, Molly, make the ugliest face ever before she practically exploded.
“Well, that’s just rich. This is her, isn’t it? The woman that took you away from me,” the woman snapped crossly.
I didn’t say anything, but inside I was jumping up and down like I’d won the lottery.
Then, with his sadness tinged words, he made me feel a whole lot more for him.
“Molly,” he said tiredly. “The world lost a great man a few months ago. If you paid attention, you’d know that I was present at the time of his death. I sure wish you’d think about that right now, the reason I even agreed to meet you tonight, instead of the fact that I haven’t been giving you the attention you’ve so desperately wanted in the last couple of weeks. Not even to get into the fact that I’ve been busy having surgery and all.”
I blinked, surprised that he’d been so harsh.
On the other hand, the man was in pain.
Both physical and emotional.
Now was most definitely not the time to have a discussion about your relationship when we were surrounded by...holy shit.
At least ten men. All watching the show as if it were a soap opera.
Their eyes were not just on Molly, either.
They were on me.
On me and Grayson.
I tried to block them out as I watched the knot in Grayson’s shoulder relax.
It started slowly. At first it only stopped twitching, but the more I worked my fingers over the knot and the surrounding area, the more it went down until there was nothing left.
“What’s that feel like?” I asked as I smoothed my thumbs over the area, running my fingers on either side of the incision that was a nice, healthy pink.
He groaned. “Magic.”
I snorted, which was seconded by someone else behind me.
I did not rise to the bait.
Or tried not to, but I couldn’t help it.
I looked behind me.
The same man who told us to come eat, the one with the beard. The president of The Dixie Wardens.
The king of beards.
I turned around and smoothed my hand down over his shoulder, happy with my work.
It wasn’t until I looked down that I could see his eyes were on me.