Page 26 of Fractured Grief
What did Seb’s mean? I’d seen most of the ones covering both his arms and gotten a few glimpses of the ones over his chest, sides, and back when I’d had to address his surgery scars. He was a walking work of art—a canvas of his life and memories drawn on his skin.
I was so lost in the massage that it caught me completely off-guard when Seb groaned, causing me to come back to myself and assess the situation. Having moved through the massage while lost in my thoughts, I was working up his inner thigh, very close to his cock, which was hard and clearly tenting his basketball shorts.
And now I was staring at the extreme bulge. He must be huge. I was transfixed, frozen in place as Seb’s large hand settled over mine. I was absently massaging his inner thigh, where his leg met his groin. Not somewhere I needed to be massaging.
Seb’s gaze caught me. His eyes were shimmering with so much heat, so much emotion. I was lost in the deep emerald green that seemed to darken the longer our eyes connected.
I felt like a magnet caught in his pull. I was drawn home, needing to get closer. Seb’s large hand was moving with mine, continuing the massage, but his hand was so large it covered mine completely, as well as his bulge. His breath quickened as we stared at each other. I wasn’t really massaging anymore, just rubbing his inner thigh with my oily fingers. Seb rose into a sitting position. He moved his large hand to my cheek. As he touched my heated cheek softly, I’d never felt more seen. It was just the graze of his knuckleas he ran it over my cheek and down to my chin. He used the same finger to lift my chin and draw me just that little bit closer. We were almost sharing the same breath. His eyes dropped to my mouth as my heart skipped a beat.
Was he going to kiss me?
I watched his face as he moved closer—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I just about jumped out of my skin at the thundering footfalls of Lyric as he came hurtling down the stairs. “Are you guys done yet?” he yelled into the heavy silence as he appeared around the corner.
I scrambled up and turned away from Seb and Lyric, pretending to look through my equipment bag as the tension grew the closer Lyric came to us.
After a few deep breaths, I braced myself to glance over my shoulder. Seb hunched over with his hands covering his lap, his shorts still rolled up and his glossy thigh on display. I grabbed a towel I kept on hand for massage cleanups and passed it to Seb without a word.
Lyric’s head bobbed between us like he’d never seen us before. Had he caught us? What had he seen?
What even was that?
Clearing my throat, I smiled at Seb. “It looks like that muscle stopped twitching. Does that feel better?” I tried to ignore the awkwardness in the question, in myself, and the situation.
What the hell just happened?
“Ah. Yes. Thank—” cough “—you. It’s much better,” Seb stuttered out.Way to make it even more obvious, Seb.Shit! What was Lyric thinking?
I glanced at our intruder from the corner of my eye, and he had a worried expression on his face.
He couldn’t have seen anything.
Nothing happened.
Everything was fine.
“So, be sure to stretch and keep up with your usual exercises. I’ll see you in a few days. I’ll let you know what the doctor says in the meantime about a follow-up.” I grabbed what I could reach of my things and left without another word.
I basically ran to my car. I didn’t remember much of my drive back to work.
Chapter 14
Seb
“Ah, what the hell was that?” Lyric screeched. “What was he doing to you?”
I waited for my heart to return to normal and my cock to calm the fuck down.
What just happened?
What was that?
“Nothing,” I grunted as I used the towel Indy had left behind to wipe off my thigh. I was still on his exercise mat, and he’d left his resistance bands behind, too.
Shit, what did I just do?
