Page 96 of Broken Souls

“I love you too, my yeti.”

“What?” I burst out laughing. “That’s your pet name for me?”

“I think it’s the best. There are a lot of babes and huns out there, but no yetis.”

“The best,” I agree, still laughing.

She pushes me back and climbs on top of me. Straddling my hips, she leans closer to my face. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” I lift my head, hoping for a kiss, but she pulls back.

“How many times did you jerk off this last month?” She’s drawing lines on my chin, biting her lower lip. It makes me crazy when she does it because I know those teeth love to bite my neck, driving me up a wall. I know she asked me something, but I can’t focus, so she repeats herself. “So how many times?”

And I freeze. How many times indeed? “Actually.” I wrack my brain. “Not many. A few, maybe.”

“A day?”

“At all.” I furrow my brows in concentration.

She instantly pulls back. “Really?”

“Yeah. To think of it, I’ve never had so much time between sessions before. Ever.” I grab her chin between my fingers and turn her face toward me. So I can see her gorgeous eyes. And she can see mine. “You see what you do to me.” And she loves what she does, judging by her smug look and wide smile. She loves that I get hard for her. Only for her.

“I see.” Her eyes sober up and she pulls back. Again. Fucking fuck. When do I get to kiss her already?

“I need something. Can you help me?”

“Of course.” I move to stand from the bed because if she needs anything, I’ll do it. Move furniture right now, while my cock is hard? I’m here for it. Go get an ice cream at midnight during a snowstorm? Sign me up.

But she surprises me—as always—by pulling her shirt off and flipping on her stomach. “I need a massage.”

I freeze. I’m shocked and don’t know what to say. “A massage.” I swallow. “On your back?”

“Yes.” She looks up at me flirtatiously.

“But I’ll be behind you.”

“I know.”

“But—” I struggle to find the right words. “But how? Like what if you—”

“I want to try it.” She rolls her lips. “But I don’t think I’m ready for anyone to touch me like that.”

“I sure as fuck hope not.”

She laughs. “I’m talking about a massage for starters. Without a happy ending.”

“Oh, okay.” I move closer to her and press my open palm to her back. The muscles under my touch contract, and I wait for them to relax. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Her reply is raspy, and I add another palm, waiting for a new wave of twitching to subside.

Then I move my hands. Her body eventually relaxes under my touch, and I can’t even hide the proud smile at my girl bravely overcoming her fears. I lean and press a feather-like kiss to her shoulder, and she bucks. I stop moving.

“No, no. It felt good. Keep going.” She muffles into the pillow, and I continue the exploration of her back. I can’t believe she’s letting me do this with her face in the pillow. I think it’s more triggering for me than her, because my dick isn’t hard—a very rare occasion when I’m touching her—and I’m scared shitless that I’ll make a wrong move and spook her. I kiss her neck this time, and she lifts her butt toward me. All right, that was a clear sign if I’ve ever seen one, so I kiss her again, and she wiggles her raised ass, making me go to a full mast in seconds.

Being careful and ready to flee at any moment, I lean my body forward, letting my front touch her back. And wait. And wait until she lets out a loud breath and wiggles again. I press my pelvis against her ass, letting out a loud exhale. It’s the sweetest torture.

Alicia turns her head to the side and whispers. “Keep going.”