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She looked from the spot I was pointing at, to my face.
“Sit in front of me,” I told her, something sparking inside of me that I would soon have my hands on her again.
She chewed her bottom lip, a light flush gracing her cheeks, but she did as she was told. When she moved to the spot at my feet, I pulled her back between my knees and pushed my fingers through her hair and into her head. Massaging out the kinks, her worries, and everything else, I rubbed and kneaded.
Give me your fears, baby. All of them. I’ll take care of you. Both you and our daughter.
Piper sighed.
“Hey, if you’re offering free massages, I’m down for that.” Sammy waggled his eyebrows.
Cyrus smacked him across the back of the head.
“Ow.” Sammy punched his brother’s shoulder. “That hurt, fucker. You have like fifty pounds on me.”
Cyrus only smirked.
I leaned down to Piper’s ear. “Better?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, that single word husky and low, shooting right to the tip of my dick. “Thank you.”
I wasn’t there when her back hurt while she was pregnant with Brynlee, but I was here now. Any pain she had, was mine. I would make it go away. No matter what I had to do. I would take it on my shoulders and bear the brunt of her agony, whether she offered it to me or not.
Sitting back, I started braiding her hair. “Elastic,” I said when I was done, holding out my hand.
“Did you just braid my hair?” she asked, trying to turn her head.
“Yes, but you’re going to mess it up. So I need the elastic. Please.”
She gave it to me, but I could see the shock on her face.
Tying the elastic around the end of the braid, I tugged the end, forcing her head back. “Surprised, Piper?”
She laughed. “Little bit.”
Cyrus and Sammy only grinned.
“We were taught to braid hair a long time ago, kiddo.” Cyrus pulled his pack of smokes out of the inner pocket of his jacket. He lit a cigarette and handed it to Sammy before lighting one for himself.
“All of you know how to do braids?” she asked, running her hand down the length of her hair.
“Yup.” I released her and sat back, satisfied with my handiwork.
“You can actually thank Jaron for that,” Sammy said, puffing on his smoke.
“Why’s that?” Piper hooked an arm across my knee.
My breath caught in my throat, thankful that she didn’t pull away.
“I got in trouble and Uncle Tray made us braid Bee’s hair. She was five, had hair so fucking long, it kept getting in her way. I was being a little shit, so he made us braid it.” I shrugged. “All of us had to learn.”
“At first, I thought it was lame, but it usually ends up impressing the ladies. And…” Sammy sat forward. “It gives us something to pull.”
“Truth.” Cyrus winked.
“Interesting. I can see you guys now, sitting around and braiding her hair, but I can’t picture you as boys. So all I’m seeing are grown men, braiding hair.” She giggled. “Which is super adorable by the way.”
“And hot right?” Sammy wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s definitely hot.” He elbowed Cyrus. “It’s hot. Admit it.”
