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Setting her down completely, I take a step back and dig out the single item. "Massage oil?" she asks after reading the label on the small bottle. Her voice sounds adorably confused.
"What? You're telling me Hudson and Maverick didn't wear you out properly? Your limbs aren't aching right now?" my voice is teasing, and I can't help but chuckle at the hint of pink that flushes through her cheeks.
"You're going to give me a massage?" When I nod at her timid question, she perks up a little, and satisfaction races through me. I knew she'd need this. So I grab her hand and drag her to the elevator and hit the button for her floor.
"How do you guys just know where I live?" A touch of guilt floods me. She's not asking in an accusatory way, but she also doesn't know that we've had security on her since we met her who let us know. I think on my feet and then tell her Hudson told me which apartment was hers. She nods like this is completely plausible. Which, I guess it is, but it's not how I know. I haven't talked to Hudson yet since I've been back.
When we get into her apartment, I set my laptop bag down on her kitchen counter. The damn thing almost takes up half the countertop space, and then I turn to her. "Can I get in your nest with you?" I want to make sure before I have her lay down on it so I can get started. It will probably be fine, because it's past her heat so omegas typically aren't as gung-ho about who's in it with them like they are in the middle of one. Which is confirmed when she nods and shrugs like it's no big deal.
"Excellent. Hop up then, I'll start with your legs," I instruct, but she's moving too slow for my liking so I give her ass a nice swat, causing a slight sting in my palm and making Summer yelp in indignation.
"Let's go, chop chop," I grin at her kitten-like growl. But she does as instructed and lays on her back in the middle of her bed. I move around the small couch she has at the foot of her bed and then sit my ass at the end, near her feet. Depositing the massage oil off to the side for a minute, I start with her feet. I work my thumbs into the arches for a few minutes on each foot before moving on to her calves. She stays mostly silent, except for the odd gasp or sigh as I work the muscles there and then move to her thighs. I stay on the top and outside of the quads, never working in too far so I can keep things from turning even remotely sexual. I earn a few groans when I dig in deep on her quad muscles, which feel really tight. Then I hop off the bed and grab her right hand. Mirroring the work I did on her legs, I start at the bottom and work my way up to her shoulder. I switch to the left arm and repeat the process.
"Okay, my queen, roll over," I say in a subservient tone, like I had on our last date, and it makes her giggle and roll her eyes. But she does as I say, and she's laying on her front a second later. The muscle rub is still on the bed near her feet, so I grab that and then look at her covered back. "I'm going to use the oil on your back. Do you want to take off your t-shirt?" She hesitates for a second but then pulls it off. When she tosses it to the ground, I see red crawling up her neck that makes me want to laugh. She's sucked my dick and just spent the weekend being fucked every which way by Mav and Hudson, but me seeing her bare back makes her shy. She's too fucking cute.
With a pop, the lid opens, and I squirt a quarter-sized amount into my palm and rub them together. I straddle her ass for the best access and lay my hands on her back, rubbing up and out in light strokes at first, just spreading the oil. Her skin is so smooth and soft to the touch that it's a little distracting. I want to sit here all day and run my hands over her body, just feeling her. But when I apply a little more pressure, she moans at the contact, and I get back to work. Her back has more knots than any other part of her body, and I work my way through it, kneading them into submission. Summer shoves her face into her blankets, muffling the sound of her groaning. It doesn't sound completely sexual, because I can tell there's a bite of pain behind the noises she's making. But when I'm done, she'll feel a lot better. Even now, the tension is slowly leaking out of her, and she's almost completely limp on the bed. Another five minutes go by, and I've worked through every knot in her back, shoulders, and neck.
"Better?" I ask, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her temple because I just can't help myself. Her eyes are closed and she's breathing deep and even like she's close to sleep.
"Mhmm," she mumbles, making me laugh softly. She doesn't stir or try to open her eyes to talk anymore, so I grab one of her softest blankets on the bed and drape it around her. The softest snore reaches my ears seconds later.
Thanks to my foresight, I figured this might happen, and I brought some work to do while she sleeps. With careful, slow movements, I stand from the bed and tiptoe over to my laptop bag. I bring it over and climb back in the bed, because I have this unquenchable urge to be close to her. If someone had described what it was like to meet your fated mate, they still wouldn't have been able to do it justice. Everything about her is perfect to me. Her sweet, shy affectation that hides the strong, capable woman she is. Down to her mouthwatering scent, stunning body, and perfect personality. She's irresistible, and she's mine.
A few hours later, Summer starts to toss and turn a little as she wakes up. "Morning," I say, grinning at her wild hair and little puddle of drool underneath her. Bleary eyes meet mine, and I hold out my left arm. A sleepy smile stretches across her face as she crawls up to me at the head of the bed and snuggles into my body. I wrap my arm tight around her and kiss the top of her head, before turning back to the laptop resting on my thighs.
"What are you working on?" her voice is muffled by my shirt since she's burrowed against me.
"Just some edits," I reply, hand running down her soft hair absentmindedly. I started on the images I took on my trek, but then couldn't help but move quickly to the ones I shot of her at the Japanese Gardens.
"When did you go back?" she asks, confused. I look down at her, at a loss for what she means. She's frowning at the screen, biting her lip. The picture I'm on right now is of her by the koi ponds and gazebo. It's one of my favorite pictures I've ever taken, the light hits her at just the right angle, making an almost ethereal-like glow surround her. It was also right before she realized I was taking her picture, so her face is lit up in genuine, unbridled awe, and she's smiling in my direction in a way that—even through the screen—makes a swarm of butterflies thrash around in my stomach.
I see the moment she realizes it's her on the screen because her eyes pop open comically wide, and she leans closer to the screen in disbelief. "Oh my Goddess, Mason. You are so freaking talented. What kind of filter did you use?"
"Filter? Summer, this is the raw file. I haven't done a single edit on it yet." A little bit of anger starts to bubble up in me. Not at her, she can't help how someone made her feel about herself. Someone, probably the assholes who marked her, must have whispered garbage in her ear for her to not see how truly captivating she is, on and off the screen.
"No way," she disagrees, shaking her head.
"I swear on everything, this is the original file. I don't even want to edit it. You can't get much better than this. You are exquisite, and I can't wait to print it and hang it on my wall at home," I tell her firmly, meaning every word. The phraseas pretty as a picturewas inspired by this shot. By her.
"Wow," she breathes, still staring incredulously at the screen, probably having not even registered what I just said.
My phone vibrates from my pocket before I can declare my undying love for her just to drive home how beautiful I think she is, inside and out.
Brooke
Where are you?
I look at the time and sigh. It's getting close to dinner, and we should probably head that way soon, but I don't want to move from this spot. That would mean she'd have to leave the comfort of my arms, and just the thought of that feels like I'd be giving up my own limb. An extension of myself.
Me
With Summer. We're heading over soon.
Brooke
You sneaky, opportunistic bastard. I'm jealous. Hurry up.
That conjures a laugh from me. "What's so funny?" Summer asks, smiling up at me.
