8. JOSH #2
She flashed a bright smile as she climbed in under my sheets, pulled the pillow tight under her chin, and wrapped herself like a burrito into the blankets. Ridiculous.
Now that my bathroom was free, I went to change and brush my teeth. Noting the smell of my classic soap’s scent lingering in the air. When I came back, she was lying there scrolling on her phone. She eyed me as I fluffed my pillow and then tucked under the sheets.
She smelled like me, but better. It was enticing. And it took all of my willpower not to shift closer to her. Instead, I reached for my phone as we both laid in the dark with only the screens glowing.
“There’s a spare charger on the side.” I pointed over her chest to the stand next to the bed.
“Convenient,” she said, reaching over and plugging her phone in. We both played on our phones for a few more minutes before she leaned over and caught a glimpse of my screen showing a highlight of tonight's game. “Good game,” she said through a yawn.
“Yeah. It’s been a while since we had extra innings.”
“You need to tighten your shoulder to your body when you swing.”
She was right. My swing was sloppy on the last curve ball. I was frustrated as fuck that I missed the pitch before that I should have knocked clean out of the park.
I craned my neck to see her. “This is your idea of pillow talk?”
“Sort of,” she chuckled. “Besides, I’m going to be the one trying to ease that knot your holding now.” Just the mention of the knot had my shoulder tense. April sighed. “Turn over.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” She pushed me onto my side and nearly off the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” I tried to push back against her. She reached over and started to work the knot on the nape of my neck. “April, stop. You’re not at work.”
“Would you just relax?” she demanded as she shifted her weight so that she was practically on me.
Her fingers tightened around the muscles, applying pressure until I winced.
Fuck, it felt good. She was phenomenal. The more she dug into the muscles, the less I fought it.
“I can’t get the right angle,” she groaned.
“Seems fine to me,” I garbled as I was being smothered into the pillow.
She pushed me onto my stomach before straddling me and sitting on my ass.
She brought her chest down as her elbow found its way into my shoulder blade.
Her palms worked the muscle, the further she leaned into me, the more her tits softly pressed against me, making my dick twitch, which hurt like a bitch since he was firmly pressed into the mattress.
Maybe this wasn't a good idea, I wanted to say, but my voice was strangled into silence while she kneaded my knots into mush.
Her body rocked against me while she did whatever she did to ease my weary muscles.
The more she moved, the more I wanted to flip her over and fuck her, over and over, until she screamed my name.
Her tits brushed gently against my back.
I was damn near at my breaking point. Finally, she eased off, gave me a quick slap on the back as she rolled off me and back over to her side of the mattress.
Holy fuck, I felt like I damn near came.
“Better?”
“Uh-huh.” It was all I could muster, feeling like a giant puddle.
Damn, I needed that. I took my time before I composed myself, so she wouldn’t see the effect she had on me.
My dick could tent the blankets right then and I was tempted to tug on it to feel some relief, but I held my restraint.
I tucked my arm under my pillow and sleepily said, “You didn’t need to do that. ”
“Perk of helping me out. Besides, it helps me out also.”
“Do I dare ask how?”
“Something about the movements help me fall asleep.”
“Wait, you massage people to help you fall asleep?”
“Mhmm,” she yawned. “Thanks for helping me.”
The sight of her drifting off to sleep next to me was sexy.
Flashes came of the one time I’d gotten a small taste of her and how badly I screwed up.
Worse, I thought about how much I have ignored her since.
That had me feeling like a giant asshole.
Her eyes closed, her breaths grew longer, and I stayed watching her.
She was beautiful with her red hair fanned out across my white pillows.
And for a fleeting moment, I wished I could change how things went with us.
“No problem.”
My eyes felt heavy. The sound of her soft breathing had me following along with her.
It had been a long time since I had a woman in my bed strictly to sleep.
In fact, it was rare that I had a woman in my place.
One stalker incident after a weekend fling taught me to be careful who I let know where I lived.
April was different. She was a colleague having a bad night and I was simply trying to help.
Or so I told myself, but April and I had been a bit more than that, even if we pretended we weren’t.
I sighed, knowing that I wanted something I couldn’t have.
Unless, maybe I could? Could I use the bet as a way back in? Were the guys, right?
She let out a long sigh and turned; her back now against me and I suddenly wanted to return the favor.
When was the last time someone massaged her?
Took care of her? The image of her ex popped into my head, he sure as fuck didn’t seem like the type to think of anyone other than himself.
The thought pissed me off. I reached over and gently rubbed her back.
I was no expert, but I was sure I could handle a little gentle pressure.
She moaned. I did my best to ignore how soft and cool her skin was against my calloused hands. I inched closer for a better angle, her scent was a mixture of us and damn, that was going to be ingrained in my senses now. After only a few minutes, she was sound asleep. Jesus, that was fast.
Careful not to nudge her, I shifted onto my right side, facing away from her.
The scent of her wafting toward me had me trying to shut down any other possibilities, because whatever it was she wore, was like fucking catnip to my dick.
I shifted further until I was damn near falling off the bed, the last thing I wanted to do was make her uneasy.
Fine. It was me who was uneasy, because every thought I had of her right now was so much more than work friends.