“You’re right. Go on,” he says, giving me a little push. “Go be with your mate.”
“Thanks, Miles. I owe you one.”
“You owe me a ton, but that’s okay, what else are best friends for?”
After making sure Miles has everything, I head back over to my house, my heart jumping up into my throat. My plan was to give Ghenie a back massage that could possibly lead to other stress relievers but now I’m rethinking my strategy.
Is it baby time? Should I be preparing too? Does he need anything specific from me?
Jesus, I suddenly feel completely unprepared.
“Christian? Christian, where are you?”
My pace quickens as I run through the house to our bedroom. “Hey, I’m here. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine! I came out here and found you gone! Where were you?”
“I was dropping Maribel off with Miles for a bit to give us some alone time.”
Ghenie finally opens the door, letting me inside the bedroom. Our bed has been moved from the middle of the room to the very corner. It’s tucked against the wall so that he can sit in the very corner with a wall against each of his shoulders. It’s completely covered in blankets and old clothes to make a nest. Fuck, Miles was right.
“Are you well?”
Ghenie nods. “Well enough. What do you have planned for this alone time?”
I look over his features, making sure he’s being honest with me. He seems okay. More than okay, he seems great. He’s got a small smile on his face, his eyes are bright.
“I was going to give you a back massage since you’ve been having lower back pains.”
Ghenie sighs. “That would be lovely.”
Because of his stomach, Ghenie can’t just lie face down on the mattress. Instead, I guide him to stand, leaning with his chest resting against the side of the bed. I stand behind him, letting my fingers tuck his shirt up so I can get my fingers on his bare skin. I start to massage him earnestly, wanting to ease the tension and pain.
I dig in my thumbs at the dimples of his back, smiling as I’m rewarded with a deep, long groan of pleasure.
“Oh,” Ghenie breathes out. “Just like that,pruist.”
“Keep talking like that and this massage will be ending in a very different way than I intended,” I say with a chuckle. “I’m kidding. I’m glad it feels good.”
“I am not opposed to that,” Ghenie says, looking over his shoulder at me. “It would bring me great joy to make this nest smell like you.”
I raise my brow, letting my hands skim over Ghenie’s sides and up to his shoulders. I continue the massage. “I think that could be arranged if you ask nicely enough.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
I can’t help but laugh. I’m really rubbing off on Ghenie. He’s picked up some of my slang and I find myself softer because of the time we’ve spent together.
I reach down and pinch his ass. “Your ass is perfect so really, if I’m an ass that’s a compliment.”
“I do not think that’s how this works,” Ghenie says, shaking his hips. Then he pushes back until his ass is rubbing against my groin. “Oh, hello there. What is the phrase? Oh, umm right. Is that a pipe in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”
I fall against Ghenie’s back, burying my face against his shoulders laughing. “Oh my god, Ghenie.”
Ghenie’s tail slaps my ass before wrapping around my waist. It worms its way under my shirt and it tickles, a shiver running down my spine at the feeling.
“Do you really wanna dirty up your nest? Right now, I’ll do anything to help you feel good.”
“Anything?”
