12
Kaden
“You’retouchdeprived.”
“What?” I raise my brows.
“Skin-hungry? Needy for contact?” Iggy tacks on.
“Yeah, thanks, Sully. I know what touch deprived means. I just don’t know what you’re getting at.”
And she out right laughs. I just stare at her.
“Oh, you’re serious?” she asks then, all wide eyes and gaping mouth. “Wow, you really have no self-awareness at all.” She makes a face I can’t read and walks over to her station and starts prepping for a customer. And I’m left here, frowning.
That’s it? She’s not even going to tell me what the fuck she means by that?
I’m not touch deprived. I’m—
“Hey babe!” Seth speaks right into my ear, startling me. “What’s with the frowning?”
I shake my head, rubbing the side of my neck. He follows my movement with his eyes.
“It’s getting worse.”
“It’s fine,” I lie. My neck pain really is getting worse and I don’t know what to do about it. “I’ll take some Advil.” Turning around, I check my calendar on the counter.
“Maybe you should see a masseuse, or like a psychical therapist or whatever? Get it checked out.”
“I already got a masseuse.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Might have to swap him though, ‘cause he talks more than he massages.” I turn slightly, shooting him a look.
“Shut up and turn around,” he laughs, and starts kneading my neck and shoulders.
My head falls back, shoulders dropping.
“I’m gonna try something,” he says before he drags his fingers up to the nape of my neck, into my hair and gently pulls. And it’s such a rush of instant relief that my skin prickles and I let out a low moan.
“Feels good?” he mumbles, pulling again, and for some reason I can’t wrap my head around, my dick stirs behind my zipper. What the hell?
And then he pulls it again, a little harder this time, and it’s not helping the situation in my pants at fucking all. I can feel the blood rushing down and the skin on my neck prickles.
When was the last time I jerked off? It can’t be that long ago, but this doesn’t make any sense.
I glance at Iggy in the back of the studio. We’re behind the counter but I’m starting to freak out, thinking she, or Seth might realize what a sick fuck I am for getting… What? Turned on? By my best friend?
No. Absolutely the fuck not!
My dick’s obviously confused and can’t tell Seth’s low, hoarse voice from any other pers—any otherwomanon the planet.
Fuck!
I am touch deprived.
And Seth’s soft hands are all over my fucking neck, my shoulders, my hair, and it feels so damn good I almost moan again.
