“No. Not really.”
He pats my shoulder, grimaces, and rubs my shoulder. I can’t deny that it feels good, and when he sits on the couch, I do too, situating myself so that my back is to him. He rubs and rubs and rubs, and I still feel worried.
“Some ground rules,” I say. “If I say no, you stop.”
“I do know what no means,” he says dryly.
“Some guys don’t.”
“I’m not just some guy.”
“Not the front.”
“The front? You mean your boobs?”
“Duh. Not too low down my back either.”
"Not your ass, not your boobs. Got it."
His fingers are strong, and he’s able to get in there and press just the right spots to work out some of my tension. I can’t help sighing and moaning a few times, and I definitely feel myself start to unwind.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“I don’t have to stop yet,” he says.
“Are you sure? Your hands aren’t hurting yet?”
“I’m good right where I am,” he promises. “What about you? You good?”
“Better than good,” I murmur.
He starts to massage my upper back some, and once that feels better, he moves down a little lower, still well above my ass. Not that he can really rub my ass with my sitting on it. I was being a bit absurd, but he didn’t seem to mind all that much, which I appreciate.
And then his fingers move a bit forward, on my side. A little strange, but I don’t think too much of it, not until the tips of his finger brush along my side boob.
I jerk away from him and jump off the couch, turning to glower at him. “Gabe, come on. Seriously, dude. Not cool.”
“I’m sorry. I was just—”
“Save it,” I snap.
He lifts his eyebrows as he slowly stands, hands held up as if he’s defenseless. “I wasn’t trying anything. I swear.”
“You better not have because I don’t swing that way. I’m not going to do anything with you alone that I wouldn’t do in front of Rob. Would you have tried to pull that stunt with Rob here?”
“Honestly? Probably.”
I roll my eyes. “Do you want Rob to deck you? Hell, I’ll deck you myself.”
“I just might like that.”
My eyes widen. “Don’t. Don’t joke about being turned on by being hit.”
“That wouldn’t be what would turn me on. A woman defending herself? Being strong enough to stand up for herself? That’s hot as fuck.”
I roll my eyes again. “I don’t get you.”
“Most people don’t.”