Chapter 7 #3
Hemi shifts closer, his foot brushes my hip, and he lifts my leg up until my knee pokes out of the water, and he wraps his hands fully around my thigh, digging his thumbs into my hamstring.
A groan rips from my throat, and my eyes fall shut. His thumbs digging into my muscles shouldn’t feel good, but his hands wrapped around my thigh makes me want to surge forward and rub myself all over him.
“Feel good?” his husky voice asks. My response is a garbled sound, but Hemi must have understood because he says, “Good.” I don’t even know what I was trying to say. My brain has melted.
His hands set my leg down carefully and massages down the length to reach my ankle again. He squeezes my ankle and shifts to my other leg.
Hemi starts slow. Spending time on the arch of my foot before gliding over my calf. I sink deeper into the water and keep my eyes closed.
“I should be doing this for you. You’re the athlete,” I murmur, too tired to raise my voice.
“I’m fine. I’m used to my muscles being sore. I don’t remember a time when they haven’t been.”
I open my eyes. Hemi frowns slightly in concentration and stares at the water where the bubbles hide where he’s holding me. “That’s a long time to be sore.”
Hemi shrugs. “Comes with the job.”
I decide not to address why he’s here, staying with me.
I doubt he wants to talk about his shoulder, but the fact he’s so concerned about my sore muscles and how used he is to his body being in pain, it’s clearly on his mind.
But unless he brings it up, I don’t think it’s worth discussing.
He didn’t come here for a stranger to give him an opinion on his body. Even if his hands are currently on me.
“I’m shit at massages, but I can give it a go if you want,” I suggest. I never picked up on Daisy’s tips despite her numerous attempts while we were at uni. I either use too much or too little pressure, but for Hemi, I’d try to remember the information she rattled at me after lectures.
Hemi squeezes my calf. “I promise I’m fine. I’ll tell you if I’m not.” He meets my eyes, and I nod.
“You could give Daisy a run for her money.”
His eyebrows raise. “Really?”
“Yep. I’d do anything you want right about now.”
“Really? That’s valuable information to have.”
“Don’t make me regret telling you. And don’t tell Daisy.” I glare at him. “She’ll kill me.”
He laughs. “I won’t. I’ve thought about going into physiotherapy when…” Hemi sighs and shakes his head. “When I retire.”
I cover my surprise that he brought up retirement. I thought it was bad luck for athletes to discuss it. His shoulder must be bothering him still. “You’d be good at it.”
Hemi ducks his head. “Thanks. Maybe I’ll look into it again if things don’t go to plan,” he finishes quietly.
“You could,” I agree, “but I don’t think you’ll need to ask Daisy about universities for a good long while yet.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You wouldn’t be there if they didn’t believe in you.
” I take the chance to give my opinion since he brought it up.
“You wouldn’t be here either if they didn’t want you on the team anymore.
I know it seems counterintuitive, but the game is as mental as it is physical.
It’s a good thing you’re here.” I hold my breath, hoping I didn’t cross a line.
He didn’t come here for opinions, and I just gave him an opinion. What if—
Water sloshes over the tub and hits the tiles with a slap. I surge upright and barely take a breath before Hemi’s lips are on mine.
Hands land on the dips of my hips, and Hemi crushes me against the tub, but I don’t feel the porcelain digging into my back. I wrap an arm around his waist and thrust a hand through his hair to grip the base of his neck.
His tongue darts out to taste my bottom lip, and I gasp and open my mouth to let him in. To beg him to stay here with me.
I moan when his tongue brushes mine, and Hemi echoes the sound, dropping his hips, and I jerk at the sensation of having him so close. Hemi’s hips roll forward, and he brushes my erection.
I rip my lips from his, panting in horror. A kiss doesn’t mean he wants anything else. “Sorry.”
Hemi nudges his nose against mine. “Don’t be.” His eyes drop to the water and the bubbles hiding our hips. “Can I?”
I nod, and our eyes stay locked as Hemi adjusts his hips so I can feel all of him. Everything pressed against me. I suck in a breath when his thick dick rubs mine and I drop a hand to his firm ass, squeezing and urging him forward.
Hemi thrusts in a slow roll, dragging his dick against me, and I throw my head back with a groan.
“Oh shit, Hemi.” I arch my hips and angle his head away from the swirling water, and kiss him. Thrusting my tongue in time with his hips.
He pulls away, sucks in air, and pants, “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you stumble out of your office.” He drops his head to my shoulder and clutches the edge of the bath to give himself leverage. His pace picks up, and I push into him, ignoring the water sloshing on the floor.
“Do you remember the interview you did after your first game with the team?”
He stops and lifts his head to stare at me. “Since then?”
“The way you spoke about rugby is how I feel about writing. Of course, the game in England where your jersey ripped and you had to change on the field helped.”
Hemi grins and bites my lip lightly. He rolls his hips again, rutting against me, forcing the intoxicating feeling of his dick on mine, and I haul him tighter, making his thrusts more shallow, not letting him pull away properly until we’re grinding against each other.
My stomach tightens, and my head hits the tub. I’m definitely going to have a headache later, but it will be worth it. “Keep doing that. Please.”
Hemi continues with the slow grind and whispers in my ear, “You’re so pretty with red cheeks. Flushed from the bath I drew for you.” He kisses down my throat and sucks my pulse point. “From my massage.” He nips my earlobe. “From my cock.”
“Hemi!” I arch up and my balls draw tight and I come with a long gasp and black spots cover my eyes. I pant, clutching Hemi’s ass, urging him to continue while I catch my breath. There’s no way I can move after coming so hard.
I turn my head to capture his lips and drag my teeth over his bottom lip, while my hand drops to the water and brushes his dick.
“Liam. Fuck,” Hemi groans, twitching in my grasp. His hips still, and he drops his face to my shoulder again, nuzzling my skin and pressing soft kisses anywhere he can reach.
We catch our breath, brushing gentle hands over skin, and when I can breathe properly and I’m not so sensitive, I say, “We should get out before the water gets cold and all we’re doing is sitting in our own cum.”
Hemi freezes momentarily, then sits back and laughs, clutching his chest. “Okay. Let’s clean up and eat.
” He stands, and water rushes off his body, and I see all of him for the first time.
I bite my lip and shift forward, reaching out a hand.
Hemi wags a finger at me. “None of that, or we really won’t get out of the bath.
” He steps out of the water onto the soaked bathmat and helps me out so I don’t slip.
We dry off after a quick rinse in the shower, and Hemi tells me to stay in my bedroom while he sorts out food.
In comfortable and dry clothing, I sit on the bed against the headboard and stretch my legs out. I wasn’t lying about Hemi making a great physio. My body feels significantly better than it did before the bath. For numerous reasons.
Hemi returns with bowls of stew, fragrant with rosemary and bay leaves, and we eat together in my bed, debating the finer points of Tolkien’s character arcs, and I fall asleep with Hemi’s heavy arm wrapped around my waist.