"I took a massage course a long time ago when I wanted to move out of my mom's house. Before I got my license, I saw the Circle B Ranch job listing and decided to move here instead."
I can’t imagine how different my world would be if he hadn't.
"So you're giving me the massage?" My brows shoot up to my hairline. Although this man has seen every inch of my body, that's different from him rubbing oil all over it.
"Would you prefer someone else? Weird Willie or Serious George maybe?"
I playfully smack his chest. Both of them are cattle herders and are my dad’s age. George got his nickname because he never laughs at anything. Trust me, we've tried to crack him for years. He responds in grunts and growls.
On the other hand, Weird Willie is super friendly and laughs at everything. But his nickname comes from the inappropriate jokes he tells that no one understands.
"Alright, let me rinse off first. I'm a sticky, sweaty mess."
He smirks, holding back laughter as if the words for a dirty comment are on the tip of his tongue. I roll my eyes and head to the bathroom. Deciding I don't want him touching my prickly legs, I quickly shave and slather on moisturizer. Then I throw my hair into a messy bun and put on a robe.
Payton's sitting on a stool next to the bed when I come out. When he spots me, he stands and pulls back the sheet.
"Ready?"
"Can you spin around while I get into position?"
The corner of his lips tilts up as he silently turns away. Even though he's already seen me naked, this feels more intimate.
I drop the robe and climb under the sheet. "What position do you want me in?"
"Start facedown," he replies.
Quickly, I adjust myself. "Okay, I'm ready."
I turn my head to the side and watch as he grabs the sheet and lowers it just above my ass. A man has never massaged me before. The last time I got a professional one was years ago. Even then, it was a woman.
Payton pumps lotion into his palms, then cups his hands over his mouth. "Just makin' sure it's not too cold," he tells me. "They might feel a little rough from workin’, though."
Then he slowly rubs over my back, and I die at the tender way he moves.
Even with his calluses, it feels amazing. I try to hold back my moans, but my uneven breathing gives me away. "You have the biggest, strongest, most gentle hands I've ever felt. How the hell are you single?"
He smirks but keeps his focus on my back and shoulders.
I close my eyes as he moves down each arm, meticulously rubbing over every inch. He takes his time, and it nearly puts me to sleep.
Once he's finished with my upper body, Payton slides the bottom half of the sheet up, then places it between my thighs. Again, he goes slow and carefully rubs lotion into each leg and foot. Next, he digs his knuckles and thumbs into my glutes, and I nearly scream at the intense pleasure. But I hold it back because, knowing me, it'd sound erotic.
"Okay, I’m finished with your back side. You can flip over now."
"I 'bout nearly passed out that felt so good," I admit, pulling the sheet up to my neck.
"That was the longest I've ever heard you stay quiet."
"Ha ha." I grin and wait for him to continue.
Payton lowers the sheet just above my breasts, and my breath hitches when he tucks it underneath me. His touches shouldn’t be sensual, but his fingers set my skin on fire.
"You do this well," I tell him as he digs his thumb over a knot. "A girl could get used to this."
"This one's on the house, but the next one will cost ya," he teases.
My eyes fly open. "Agreeing to carryin' your baby isn't enough?"