Page 51 of Damaged Protector
“So, uh, what do you want for dinner?” I asked, awkwardly changing the subject.
“Whatever,” she said, twisting her hair up into a rather wild bun on top of her head before securing it with a hair band from her wrist. “I can cook. Just let me take a shower really quick.”
“Why don’t we order something?”
She nodded at my suggestion before skipping across the room to retrieve her phone. My eyes dropped without my permission to that little round ass, displayed so perfectly in her skin-tight shorts.
When she turned back around, I snapped my gaze away, trying not to look as guilty as I felt.
I really needed to get some action to calm my big ass down.
Before I do something royally stupid.
“I forgot how hungry dancing makes me,” Mallori said, biting the tip off her third piece of pizza.
“How long were you in there?”
“Mmm, about two and a half hours. Probably overdid it for my first time in almost a year, but I was having fun.”
“That’s what counts.” I watched in amusement as she ravenously chomped down the rest of her slice. “You looked like you were having fun.”
“I was going to try some ballet tomorrow and see if I actually like that too. That’ll be the real test.”
“You’ll probably be sore if you were in there for that long.”
My prediction came true a couple hours later when we were sitting on the couch watching Rambo. Mal was apparently a fan of all the old action flicks.
“Hurting?” I asked when she rounded her shoulders and then pulled them back for the tenth time.
“Yeah, I’ve got a knot right… here.” She stretched her arm back and rubbed at a spot near her shoulder blade. “I can’t quite reach it.”
“I’ve got one of those percussion massage guns I use on my legs to loosen my muscles before I run,” I said. “Want me to pound you?”
Oh, Jesus. That came out wrong.
“Do you mind?” she asked, turning those big, innocent eyes on me.
“No prob.” I stood and retrieved the device, attaching the ball head before directing her to sit on the floor between my spread legs.
“Mmm, that’s the spot,” she moaned when I placed the gun to the right of her spine. “So good.”
I’m ashamed to admit how quickly that hardened my dick.
After a few minutes of me concentrating on her shoulder area, she curled forward. “Do you mind hitting the lower back too?”
I tried to wedge the hefty device into the small space between her back and the couch, but it didn’t fit. “Not enough room,” I informed her.
Mal promptly lifted and sat on the edge of the couch, directly between my thighs. “Is that better?”
You have no idea, baby.
“Much,” I muttered, focusing my attention on tending to the strong muscles of her back.
She let out another soft groan as I hit a spot a few inches above her butt. Christ. Give me strength.
“That thing is amazing,” she purred in contentment. “I need to invest in one of those.”
“You’re welcome to use this one while you’re here,” I told her, my voice strained due to the pain throbbing in my groin. “You feel better?”