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“Oh god.” I groan over and over as she massages not only my foot, but my ankle and toes. “Maggie, you don’t have to…” I lose my train of thought as she rolls each of my toes between her fingers, pressing along the joints in a way that feels both foreign and perfect. “Maybe I should shower,” I manage to grind out as she works the next toe. My skin and body are coming alive under her touch, even though all I can think is that I must be absolutely disgusting and how can she bear to touch me, touch my feet, like this?
“It’s fine, I’ll wash my hands in a minute.” Maggie ignores my protests and continues loosening and working my feet. “Remember how I used to dance?”
“Yes-sssssss,” My answer turns into a hiss as she bends my toes back toward my shin, the muscle at the back of my calf stretching all the way through my instep. “Jesus Christ, do that again.”
Maggie laughs and massages my Achilles and calf muscle as her other hand keeps working my foot. “All the way through high school. On pointe and everything.” Her hands work their way up my shin and around my knee.
“Is that how you learned to do this?” My words slur a little as I melt into her hands and the mattress.
“The best part of heels and pointe shoes is taking them off again.” Maggie switches to my other foot, the other half of my body melting into her touch. “So yes. I used to do this all the time after a long day at dance. I have one of those thera-guns at home—worth every penny.”
Without warning, tears prick at the corners of my eyes, slipping down my face and tickling my ears. Damn, this woman has slipped behind all my defenses. I haven’t felt this cared for since I was a kid, maybe even since Sydney was a toddler and my dad told me I was responsible for making sure she was safe.
Maggie’s hands slip up to my thighs, gripping the muscles with surprisingly firm hands. I turn my head from side to side, wiping the unexpected tears off on the blanket, then slide my arms under Maggie’s, pulling her hands away from me. Sitting up, I pull her close until she’s straddling my hips, my arms looped behind her sweet ass.
“Thank you.” I lean in to press my lips to hers.
“I wasn’t done.”
I kiss her again, because I can. “If you keep going, I’m going to either disgrace myself or fall asleep on you.”
Maggie gives me a saucy smile. “Either option is fine. You’ve had a really long and shitty day. I just wanted to take care of you after you spent all day taking care of everyone else.”
Since she splayed herself across my lap in the front seat of my car, I’ve been fighting with myself. Refusing to acknowledge that Maggie’s not only knocked down every wall I built around my heart after June left me, but then she turned around and built them back up behind her, caging herself in here with me.
“You’re amazing. You know that?”
At my words, Maggie’s smile turns soft, the faint lines around her eyes crinkling. “I’m glad you think so. I think you’re pretty amazing yourself.”
I cup her cheeks, drawing her close so I can kiss her again. I don’t know how else to thank her for knowing that I was desperate for her care, but would never have asked for it.
We spend a long minute there—kissing, sighing, tracing the shape of each other with tender fingers. My hands wander low along her spine, learning the curve of her hips and the swell of her ass.
My cock, who’d been content to relax while the rest of me fell under the spell of Maggie’s fingers, wakes up as her fingers skim my hip bones. Maggie pulls back with a grin, slipping her hands between us to stroke my length. With a groan, I feel myself go hard, the blood leaving my head in a rush as I flop bonelessly on the bed.
I can’t move as Maggie’s lips replace her hands, her mouth warm and wet along my shaft. Losing myself in the sensation, I don’t have the strength to hold out against her ministrations. If I wasn’t so drained from everything that happened today, I would recite grape varieties in my head to hold my orgasm at bay. Instead, after just a few dozen strokes, it rips through me. Maggie doesn’t stop sucking until my cock stops twitching.
“Come here.” I pull at her, bringing her lips to mine. “Thank you.”
Maggie laughs softly between kisses. “My pleasure, Kel. You can go to sleep if you want. I’ll clean up.”
I wrap my arms around her, pinning her against my chest. “No way. Give me a few minutes, then I'll get it.”
Maggie squirms, but I don’t let go. “Fine,” she huffs, laying her head down on my chest. “You know, you don’t have to take care of everything all the time.”
I drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I do, but it’s cute that you think that.”
Maggie
Of all the disastrous ways I’d pictured being interrupted at Kel’s house—notably with Olive walking in on us—being tits out, riding Kel’s face and mid-orgasm as a strange man barged in the door was not one of them.
“Oh my god—”
“What the fuck—”
“Are you kidding me?”
All three of us yell at the same time as Kel immediately flips me off him and sits up, hiding me from the stranger. I scramble to pull the sheet up over myself, only marginally reassured I’m not about to be murdered by the stranger’s next words.
