Page 25 of A Dye Hard Holiday
“Okay,” Dr. Tomlinson said, “I’m going to recommend you see a chiropractor right away. If they’re not able to help you, they’ll refer you to an orthopedic doctor. Often, chiropractic care combined with massage therapy will correct the problem.”
“My husband gives the best massages,” I said dreamily. “He has magic hands.”
“That should go a long way to help you feel better,” Dr. Tomlinson said. I could tell she was doing her best to remain professional and not burst into laughter. “I hope your weekend gets better.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said to her. “Take me home, Sunshine. I’m ready to finish trimming the tree so we can decorate it.”
“I think we’ll have to save that for tomorrow,” Josh replied, tucking close to my side and supporting my weight the best he could.
“I’m totally good to go all night long. You know that about me, Sunshine.”
“Sure thing, tiger,” Josh said. I could tell he was mocking me, but I would show him. I’d have the most perfectly trimmed tree in its stand in no timeandrock his world. Probably all before dinner!
“Okay, I might need a little nap first.”
Next thing I knew, I was waking up in our bed next to Josh. He was lounging on his back reading a book while wearing my flannel shirt that he left open to reveal a skimpy pair of black bikini briefs. I, on the other hand, was completely naked. My brain wasn’t the only thing waking up either.
Josh turned his head and smiled at me. “Feel better? I got you in to see Dr. Minske in the morning. He’ll crack you back into place.”
“How’d you know I was awake? I didn’t move or say anything.”
“I could hear the blood rushing to your dick.” As if to test his theory, he reached beneath the blanket and wrapped his hand around my dick. “Yep, I knew it.”
“I’m alive, naked, and you’re practically naked too. I’d be more concerned if I didn’t have a hard-on. Come over here.”
Josh tossed his book aside and rolled over into my open arms. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I still feel a little groggy and there’s a dull ache in my lower back, but thank fuck those evil spasms have subsided.”
“Roll over onto your stomach. Let me see if I can do something about the dull ache.”
I slid his hand down to my junk. “Baby, I guarantee you can cure all that ails me.”
“We’ll get to that after I try to work some of the kinks out of your back. Go on, roll over.”
Like I would refuse my husband’s hands on my body. I tucked my arms beneath my pillows and got comfortable while Josh straddled my thighs and rubbed oil into his hands. “That smells good. What is it?”
“It’s a mixture of chamomile, marjoram, rosemary, and thyme. The chamomile helps reduce inflammation, the marjoram helps with aches, pains, and muscular cramping, rosemary helps ease the soreness, and thyme fights the fatigue in your body.” Josh pressed his hands to my lower back then leaned forward to press his lips to my ear. “Close your eyes and relax, love.”
Relax? How about melt into a puddle of goo on his fancy sheets. “Mmmmm.” Josh expertly dug his thumbs into my back with the perfect amount of pressure. He worked the tight muscles to loosen them up then expanded out and up until the only thing not relaxed was my cock.
“How’s that feel?” he asked.
“Hurts,” I whined.
“Still? Where?”
I lightly bucked my legs and Josh moved his knees, allowing me to have a little more freedom. I spread my legs wider, giving him a view of my cock and balls. “Make it better.”
Josh reached his slick hands between my legs and pulled my sac with firm, delicious pressure. “You like that?”
“You know I do.”
He continued to massage my sac with one hand while teasing my crack with the other. My pucker pulsed with anticipation when Josh circled it with a finger, but instead of pushing in like I wanted, he went back to trailing his finger from my taint to the top of my crack.
“Stop being mean; I’m injured.”
“I’m not being mean; I’m drawing out your pleasure.” Josh removed his hands from my body and I heard him open the cap to his oil bottle. I closed my eyes and imagined him drizzling the oil over his fingers to coat them well. My eyes jerked open when Josh drizzled the oil along my crack instead.