Page 86 of Pick Six

“Ha.” She pulls her shirt up and then slowly starts to unbutton her pants, and I turn away because I feel like I shouldn’t be watching her when she’s not feeling well.

I flip on the water in the shower, turning on the jet sprays I usually use for the soreness in my back. I frankly could fucking use them myself because I’d taken more than a few beatings on the field today. Nothing quite like having a pile of linemen when a ball gets fumbled.

“All right. Water’s on and the jets are on a massage setting.”

“Again. So many comments,” she mumbles as she slides her clothes over the rail and starts to work the clasps on her bra.

“You’re just mad you didn’t know about them before,” I tease her quietly, pulling my shirt off and sliding out of the sweats and underwear I have on, tossing them both in the hamper.

“Maybe but I—“ She stops dead in her tracks as she turns and stares at me. Her eyes run over every inch of me in appreciation. “Holy fuck. That will never get old, will it?”

“Saint…” I grumble and open up the door motioning for her to get in the shower. “I told you. I’m fucking trying here with you looking like that. Not having seen you in a couple of days. So don’t make comments. I’m trying to take care of my sick girlfriend.”

But the way she looks at me makes all my blood travel south. It’s one of the most gratifying things on earth that her eyes travel over me the way they do. That she appreciates every inch of skin.

“You try to look at you and not fucking comment. Thisisme trying,” she protests. She walks in ahead of me and slides into the water stream, turning and letting it run over her back, letting out a weak groan.

“See, not commenting now, are we?” I tease her as I close the door.

“Oh, I’m commenting silently.” She smirks but her eyes are closed.

“Yeah, me too…” I say softly as I watch her back arch and the water ripple down her body, my cock growing hard and heavy between my legs. I shouldn’t be watching her like this, dying to put my hands on her, but she’s gorgeous. Gorgeous and all fuckingmine. In my house where I can take care of her.

Her eyes slide open and drift over me, a small smile ghosting on her lips. I close the space in between us and kiss her softly.

“Turn around so I can massage your back.” I lean my head to the side, and she does as I ask.

Sliding her damp hair over one of her shoulders, I run my fingers down skating the surface of her skin. It’s fucking torture right now, when I want her so much. When I’ve only had her a handful of times and I want her dozens more. This was the kind of thing I was sure I might be able to train myself to do without fail over time, but right now when I’m so desperate it’s a struggle.

Thinking about coming back here was the only thing on my mind after the game. Hoping she was still here, waiting for me like she’d joked about.

I slide my fingers down her neck and over her shoulders, and she leans her head forward until I can find the nasty knot in her neck.

“This where it hurts?”

“Yes.” She lets out a short gasp and bucks when I run my knuckles over it. Her hip grazes my cock, and I know she must feel how hard I am. “Sorry. It’s tender,” she whispers.

“It’s okay…” I slide my hands over her shoulders, working the muscles and she tilts her head to the side to let me have better access. “Is this helping?”

She shifts underneath my touch. “Yes. Lots actually. Between this and the medicine it’s already starting to feel better.”

“Good. Come a little closer,” I guide her toward me so I can get a better angle.

She takes a quick breath suddenly and steps back into me.

“You okay?” I look down at her and there’s a sheepish grin spreading across her face.

“Yeah, just the um… jets.”

I grin when I realize what she means, and I gently shift her hips back in front of it.

“Fuck. Alex… don’t. With you touching me and that…” She steps back again.

“I mean theoretically it should help right. The release of endorphins…” I press a tentative kiss to her neck.

“Yes but…”

“But what?”