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“Giving you some privacy.”
“Sweetheart, after spending my entire life playing sports, I don’t know what privacy is. I’ve had more people than I can count see me naked.”
I get comfortable on my back and Charlie immediately has her hands on my chest and neck as she stands above my head. She stretches out my muscles, making me realize I'm more sore than I thought.
“You were tight here and you didn’t even know it.” She smirks and continues working.
As she works, her chest gets pushed closer and closer to my face. Holy shit. There’s no way she can massage the other players on the team.
“Yeah, I'm having a talk with Owen,” I murmur.
“Why?”
“First off, you deserve a raise. Whatever he’s paying you, it’s not enough. I’ve had plenty of massages over the years and this is by far the best. Second, you can't touch the other players. It’s going to drive me crazy.”
“I'm a physical therapist. It’s kinda hard to do my job without touching anyone.” She scowls at me.
“No, you can do the physical therapy stuff, but no massages.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve had your tits in my face for the last ten minutes.”
“Wyatt!” She stares at me with wide eyes.
“What? You have! I'm not complaining, but I don’t want you massaging Stubbs like this.”
“I don’t,” she says softly.
“What do you mean you don’t?” I watch her carefully. She’s nibbling on her bottom lip again and I wonder what’s going through her head.
“I stand to the side and I don’t massage the rest of the guys as much as I do for you, Leo, and Cord.”
“Why?”
“Because I'm not oblivious to the things being said about me, Wyatt. It makes me uncomfortable, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Smithy doesn’t bother me, he’s talked to me and told me he isn't trying anything with me, but he’s a flirt and can't help it. I’ve met tons of men like him over the years. He’s so used to charming women, he doesn’t know how to not charm them.” She shrugs, keeping her focus on my body and not my face. “We have an understanding now and he’s really sweet to me. Neither one of us is attracted to the other and we’re happy being friends. Wheeler’s funny, but he hasn’t really flirted with me. Schmidt is quiet and Covey is like a giant teddy bear. Stubbs is the one that makes me the most uncomfortable.”
“I can talk to Owen.”
“No, I’ve already spoken to Owen. He’s been watching you all like hawks because of me. He’s worried about me, but he’s terrified you’re going to get physical with one of the players and he doesn’t want to be forced to discipline or bench you.”
“He’s not wrong, I wanted to murder Stubbs.”
“I don’t want you getting in trouble. I can handle him and if he goes too far, Owen will deal with him. I'm not your responsibility, Wyatt.”
“That doesn’t mean I won't protect you.”
Charlie moves the sheet between my legs again and begins working on my upper thighs. She grazes my cock again and again, making me harder than I’ve ever been.
“I'm sorry, I can't really control it.” I blow out a long breath and try to focus on anything else.
“It doesn’t bother me. I'm just pretending it isn't happening.”
“What? Why?”
“Because there’s too much history between us, Wyatt.”
“What does that mean?” I sit up a little so I can see her better.
