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Whatever. If he tried to play this game with me, he had to know he wouldn’t win. Keeping my body averted so he couldn’t see the dickuation I had going on, I tugged off my underwear and settled back on my stomach. Turning my head to face him, I attempted to get us back to our usual dynamic by smirking at him. “All naked and ready for you, bestie. You can massage my glutes. I like that.”
His eyes darkened. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, brat.”
“Enough with the fucking brat thing, already.”
He climbed off his bed and fuck me, he washard. I couldn’t help but notice it with the way his cock was blatantly straining at his boxer briefs, tenting the fabric. Catching my glance, his expression darkened even further, even as his cheeks flushed.
“It happens to a lot of people when they get massages. It’s a physiological response, nothing to do with you,” he ground out.
Ohhhh…yeah. That could be my excuse, too, if he noticed that I had a semi— No, who was I kidding? This was going to be the most awkward massage session I’d ever had.
I shot him a wink. “Don’t worry about it. I know I have magic hands.”
He bared his teeth at me but said nothing, swiping the massage oil from his side table, and then he stalked over to me. “If you really want me to do this, you need to lie there and shut up. I don’t want to hear another fucking word from your mouth.”
Fuuuck. My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard. My dick wasthrobbing.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I managed to croak out, and he laughed humourlessly as he straddled my thighs. Lowering his head to my ear, he breathed across my skin, and my entire body jerked.
I noticed two things at once. His hot breath as his lips touched my ear, and secondly,his erection, which was touching my ass. I froze beneath him, my heart hammering, and he stilled above me, clearly noticing the same thing I had. I did my best to melt into the mattress to create some space between us. Instead of getting off me, he carefully angled his hips away from me as his mouth dipped to my ear. “Shut up, Jordan.”
Then his hands were on my body, and I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from making any incriminating noises. What was it about Theo’s large, capable hands that made this massage so different from all the others?
When he reached the top of my ass, I heard him suck in a harsh breath. “Too scared to massage my glutes?” My words were supposed to be taunting, but the rasp in my voice gave me away.
“I’m not fucking scared.” He dragged his hands down onto my ass cheeks, kneading my flesh with his fingers, and I fuckingmoaned.
I clamped my mouth shut straight away, horrified, but the damage was done.
His movements instantly stopped. “Turn over.”
“Fucking hell,” I mumbled into the pillow. My face was on fire. This was a special kind of torture, and I didn’t like it at all. “No.”
“Turn over. Please?”
“Ican’t. You know why.”
He traced a finger across the curve of my ass, and my body trembled. I bit down on my lip so hard I almost broke the skin. “Remember what I said. It’s a physiological response to the massage. Please, Jordan. I want to see you.” Lifting himself to his knees, he held himself still, and with a defeated sigh, I turned onto my back.
I stared up at him defiantly, daring him to say anything. He looked down at me in silence, his gaze still fixed on mine, not even flicking to our erections, even though they were almost impossible to ignore. His eyes were wide and so dark, and when he released a shuddering breath, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I reached up, curled my fingers around the back of his neck, and pulled him down to me.
There was a millisecond when he hesitated, but then our lips met, and both of us were completely lost.
His mouth opened for me, his soft, soft lips sliding against mine. How could this feel so fucking right and perfect when it was so different to anything I’d experienced before? Here I was, lying on my bed, with my very male teammate pinning me down and kissing me like my mouth contained the air he needed to breathe, and instead of bucking him off, I was pulling him closer. Even worse, I’d been the one to initiate the kiss.
His stubble scraped against mine as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding into my hair to hold my head in place. His body was all warm skin and defined muscles, and there was only a thin layer of fabric separating his erection from mine.
Fuck.
“Jordan.” He buried his face in my throat, panting. “What are we doing?”
My head was spinning. What were words? I managed to get my brain to work enough to form a breathless sentence. “Uh…I guess you’re trying to shut me up again.”
His head lifted, and his lips curved. “I think it was you trying to shut me up this time.”
My fingers threaded through his hair, my nails lightly dragging across his scalp. “You weren’t saying anything.”
