Page 31 of Second Chance

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Coaching

[Denton]

I don’t know what I’m doing here, but after spending two days with my mother I needed to get out of the house. And I couldn’t be alone. Once the blonde from the diner let me in, I stared from the front entrance at Mati on the living room floor. My eyes flicked between Mati and the blonde, brows pinching in question.

What the fuck have I walked in on?

The very-pregnant girl shakes her head with a sly smile as if reading my dirty thoughts. I’m not opposed to girl-on-girl action or two-girls-on-me, but I don’t want to consider Mati in this position. Plus, isn’t this girl pregnant from her son?

“Go get her,” she whispers, leaning toward me as if telling me a secret. I slip off my boots and walk as quietly as I can toward Mati’s body on the floor. I look back at Hollilyn—was that her name?—and she nods, her hand lifting with fingers flicking forward for encouragement.

I’ve given massages before. In fact, this might be one of my specialties after dating a masseuse for a short bit, years and years ago. Suddenly, I’m perspiring. I stare down at Mati’s bare back and discover she has a freckle near the base of her spine. My fingers shake as I spread them, hovering an inch above her pale skin. I lower as if being forced, and instantly the tips of my fingers prickle with pleasure.

I’m touching her.

I’m stroking down her spine.

I’m feeling the vibration of her heart through her shallow breaths.

“I’ll just see myself out.” Hollilyn breaks the connection with her voice and Mati’s head shoots upward. Instantly, she clutches the sheet to her chest, narrowly covering her large breasts, and glares at me.

“Denton,” she breathes and I imagine her saying my name as I climb over her, connecting with her, filling her. I’m hardening in my jeans as I crouch on the floor and my imagination goes into overdrive with all I want to do to her. Missionary style. From behind. Ankles on my shoulders. Any position. All of them.

“Hey,” I choke, her eyes nailing me in place. My fingers rest on her skin as if I can’t remove them.

“What are you doing here?” She tugs the sheet higher, but it does nothing to disguise what I know lays underneath. She’s still curvy, voluptuous even, in the breast category.

“I wanted to see you.” The truth spills forth before I can stop it.

“What for?” she asks harshly, and I’d be taken aback if I didn’t know this was classic Mati. Suspicious.

“What was going on here?” I redirect instead, pinching lightly at her back skin. Mati sighs.

“I hurt my back while raking leaves. Hollilyn is the town masseuse, so to speak. She’s used to me pulling it. I’m getting old.”

“Damn, here I thought I walked in on some girl-on-girl action. Kinky but strange with your son’s girlfriend.” I chuckle. “And you aren’t old, Mati.”

“Girl-on-girl,” she says slowly before twisting in a way her back remains to me, but her elbows rise to hold her off the floor. “My God, Denton. You’re incorrigible.” There’s judgment in her tone, but then she laughs. “I don’t get it alone, let alone with a girl, and I’d prefer a man, thank you very much.”

Her words startle me and run straight to my zipper region. Sound check. Did I hear her correctly? She wants a man.

My fingers return their attention to her back, working at the lower muscles.

“You don’t need to do that. I should get dressed.” She wrestles with the sheet, tugging it upward and bending her knees as if to stand.

“Let me take care of you.” My fingers continue to rub, not letting her shuffling fluster me nor stop my attention. I don’t know if I can remove my hands even if she begs me. It’s as if they have a will of their own—keep touching her.

Her knees collapse, and she lowers her upper half back to the floor. “That does feel good,” she admits quietly. My lips curl, and I continue pressing into the knot I feel on her lower right side. I massage in silence, letting my fingers speak.

Let me take care of you.

Let me make you feel good.

Let me keep touching you.

Eventually, Mati purrs from the attention, and I shift. My knees are cramping in the position I’m in anyway, not to mention the angle isn’t centered. I slip a leg between her thighs. Mati stills.