Kaden
“You’re touch deprived.”
“What?” I raise my brows.
“Skin-hungry? Needy for contact?” Iggy tacks on.
“Yeah, thanks, Sully. I know what touch deprived means. I just don’t know what you’re getting at.”
And she out right laughs. I just stare at her.
“Oh, you’re serious?” she asks then, all wide eyes and gaping mouth. “Wow, you really have no self-awareness at all.” She makes a face I can’t read and walks over to her station and starts prepping for a customer. And I’m left here, frowning.
That’s it? She’s not even going to tell me what the fuck she means by that?
I’m not touch deprived. I’m—
“Hey babe!” Seth speaks right into my ear, startling me. “What’s with the frowning?”
I shake my head, rubbing the side of my neck. He follows my movement with his eyes.
“It’s getting worse.”
“It’s fine,” I lie. My neck pain really is getting worse and I don’t know what to do about it. “I’ll take some Advil.” Turning around, I check my calendar on the counter.
“Maybe you should see a masseuse, or like a psychical therapist or whatever? Get it checked out.”
“I already got a masseuse.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Might have to swap him though, ‘cause he talks more than he massages.” I turn slightly, shooting him a look.
“Shut up and turn around,” he laughs, and starts kneading my neck and shoulders.
My head falls back, shoulders dropping.
“I’m gonna try something,” he says before he drags his fingers up to the nape of my neck, into my hair and gently pulls. And it’s such a rush of instant relief that my skin prickles and I let out a low moan.
“Feels good?” he mumbles, pulling again, and for some reason I can’t wrap my head around, my dick stirs behind my zipper. What the hell?
And then he pulls it again, a little harder this time, and it’s not helping the situation in my pants at fucking all. I can feel the blood rushing down and the skin on my neck prickles.
When was the last time I jerked off? It can’t be that long ago, but this doesn’t make any sense.
I glance at Iggy in the back of the studio. We’re behind the counter but I’m starting to freak out, thinking she, or Seth might realize what a sick fuck I am for getting… What? Turned on? By my best friend?
No. Absolutely the fuck not!
My dick’s obviously confused and can’t tell Seth’s low, hoarse voice from any other pers—any other woman on the planet.
Fuck!
I am touch deprived.
And Seth’s soft hands are all over my fucking neck, my shoulders, my hair, and it feels so damn good I almost moan again.
That’s it! I’m making an appointment at a masseuse right this minute. And then I’m going to go home and jack until my dick goes numb. This ain’t right!
Seth runs his hand down my back before he stops. And I can’t turn around without getting caught so I try to adjust myself without him noticing, but he’s apparently got eyes of a fucking hawk because he whips his head around at lightning speed, eyes darting to my crotch and then back up to my face.
“Dude,” he whispers, coming closer, eyes huge. “Are you hard?”
“No! Fuck off!” I shove his shoulder but he’s fucking relentless. His eyes darting down again, a smile spreading over his face.
“You are! Holy shit! Was it because of me?”
“Seth! I’m not—” I sigh. “Whatever, it’s just a biological reaction. I haven’t gotten laid in forever and you basically breathed in my ear while pulling my hair. My dick got confused.”
He leans back on his heels, arms crossed. Looking smug as hell. “Not so straight, after all, huh?” He winks at me.
“Asshole!”
“Yeah,” he drawls, biting his bottom lip. “I always took you for an ass-man.” He shoots me a lopsided grin and then his eyes travel from my face, down my chest, crotch, legs, and back up again.
“Dude!” I chuckle. “Are you actually checking me out right now?”
He rolls his eyes, laughing. “Kaden, please. Babe. Not for the first time,” he says, turns around, striding off. “Not for the last time.”