Bodywork

by Marie Harte

  “Sure thing.” Shane walked to the door, inwardly groaning when his father didn’t budge from the middle of the living room. “Dad?”

  “You seem awfully eager to get rid of your old man. I thought we could watch a movie or something.” His father shrugged. “We don’t spend enough time together.”

  “Ah, right.” They’d just gone golfing last weekend. “Tell you what, I’ll grab a shower, then we’ll—”

  Something upstairs fell over.

  They both stared at one another. Shane, to his embarrassment, felt his cheeks heat.

  “So, he is upstairs.” His father scowled and started for the stairwell. “I know you love your brother, Shane, but he has responsibilities too. He’s old enough to—”

  “Dad. It’s not George.” Why he felt protective of this new relationship with Shelby he couldn’t fathom. Not like his dad would ruin things for him, not like his mother, George, or Mac might. But Shane didn’t want to share her. It made little sense, but there it was. “I have a friend over.”

  His father blinked. “A friend?” Then he grinned wide. “Oh. A friend.” His father left the stairs and hustled to the door, laughing low. “Why didn’t you say so? Okay. I see you’re busy. I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

  “Don’t tell Mom. I’m having fun, not planning to start a new line of the family tree. Okay?”

  His father nodded. “Roger that. Have fun. But if you’re not wanting little Marines, make sure you wear a raincoat, Son.”

  His father had not just warned him to wear a condom. “Shit, Dad. I’m thirty-one years old.” Please tell me Shelby can’t hear this.

  “I know. I’m just saying. More than one Marine I knew found himself tricked into marriage, led by his dick.”

  “Thanks, Colonel. You’re inspiring. I can’t wait to get back to my date now.”

  Chad chuckled and left with a warning to meet him tomorrow for coffee.

  After making sure his father drove away, Shane raced back upstairs and opened the bedroom door. Shelby sat on his bed biting back a grin.

  “Oh man. You heard him.”

  In a deep voice, she mimicked, “Wear a raincoat, Son.” She laughed. “I like your dad. Sounds as bossy as Ron, just less flamboyant.” At Shane’s confusion, she explained. “Ron’s gay and proud of it.”

  “Gotcha.” Shane sighed. “I was loving that post-coital afterglow. And then my friggin’ father showed up.”

  She laughed with him as they walked down the stairs to the front door. “Well, hey. At least he didn’t ask for your sign and do a cold read with tarot cards. Trust me. My mother is atypical, to say the least.”

  “She sounds fun.”

  “She is, but she’s loud. And I kind of like living a quieter life.” They reached the door. She stopped and gave him a lingering kiss that raised his temperature. “But not too quiet.”

  When he could catch his breath, he answered, “Right. No more vanilla for us.”

  “No more vanilla.” She rubbed his cock through his jeans and grinned. “Call me and we’ll meet next week at my place.”

  “You got it.”

  Shane shut the door behind her and watched her drive away. He could still taste her kiss, and the sight of her wearing nothing but him refused to fade away. He couldn’t wait until next week.

  Chapter Eleven

  The next week passed by in a blur. Shelby had enough to do to keep her busy, but the phone calls from Shane had kept her on cloud nine, enough that Maggie had asked her about her upbeat attitude.

  Lying to her best friend hadn’t been as difficult as she’d have thought. Shelby wanted to keep Shane to herself for a while. Who knew men actually gave women orgasms without having to beg or even ask?

  She blushed crimson when she remembered all they’d done. Shane, vanilla? He was anything but. Sexy, hung, and so ripped. How could any woman turn him aside, unless he turned out to be some macho creep when in a relationship. Yet he didn’t give off those vibes. If she trusted what he’d said, and she did, he hadn’t been with a woman in eight months. A guy like that, going without. It wasn’t for lack of a sex drive.

  The messages he’d left her on her cell phone had been creative, and the exact opposite of tame. She hadn’t recognized the unlisted number, but she’d known his voice. The things he talked about doing to her made her hot and bothered and eager. Hell, yes, eager.

  She wanted to go down on him again. She’d never been into oral, because with Rick he never reciprocated. And she hadn’t cared for his taste. Just thinking about him like that made her ill. But Shane didn’t bother her at all. And then there was his mouth… He’d known exactly how to pleasure her. Not once, but twice in one night. Shelby hadn’t left a man’s bed still hungry for sex. Shane had tired her out. Score one for the record books.

  So why couldn’t she be satisfied with the sex alone? The stupid part of her, the girlie part, wanted to hold hands. She’d almost fallen asleep on his chest after that last orgasm. Had he not stiffened up underneath her, she might have. But he’d come to his senses and brought her to hers.

  After Rick, she wanted to play. No more being tied down to one man and one man’s ideas about being a couple. Shelby wanted raw, dirty, mind-blowing sex. She wanted to try different things, to feel sexy and powerful and free, the way she’d been with Shane.

  Until his father had shown up.

  At the thought, she laughed. She liked Colonel Collins. The one time he’d met him she’d known where George got his charm. Hearing him with Shane had made her like him all the more. Wear a raincoat. It had been all she could do to stifle the giggles when Shane had groaned at the advice. To see a man as hot as Shane getting girl advice from his father was priceless. It made her feel less of a loser to get constant, unasked for counsel from her mother and Ron.

  Just this week Ron had called asking about Shane’s sign and birth year. As if she knew. And if she did, did he really think she’d tell him?

  Although she didn’t think Shane would mind. He seemed to have a decent sense of humor and an easy way about him. She wondered what he’d be like as a boyfriend. Would he like to go out to movies? Catch dinner? Would he ask about her day and she ask about his? His messages had been sexy but brief. She’d deleted them after hearing them, horrified to think of her mother finding them by accident. But to hear them and know he’d called meant he thought about her. She liked it. She liked him.

  And like that, she sensed a crazy infatuation developing. Use him for sex and get on with your life. Do you really want to connect and give him everything, only to walk in on him getting blown by his secretary?

  Did he even have a secretary? She’d seen his office and the main entryway of the building, but little else. And why do you need to know? So long as he keeps his dick out of everyone but you, you’re golden.

  Her inner voice had a point, and she called her doctor to schedule a physical. Just her luck, Dr. Conn had an opening the following morning, when Shelby intended to get proof of her clean bill of health.

  Thursday afternoon she closed early, glad to have cleared herself for a break. She cleaned up the areas and did some laundry, basking in her ability to just relax. Someone knocked at the backdoor, which startled her. Probably Denise forgetting her keys.

  But when she moved to the back of her shop, she saw Shane standing outside on the patio wearing a suit and tie. He looked good enough to eat. Literally.

  She forced herself to calm down and unlocked the backdoor. “Shane. Hi.”

  He nodded but didn’t say anything. He locked the door behind him and walked around her into her massage room, where she’d first touched that fit body and wished she could do more. He put a piece of paper down on the table.

  She leaned over and read his medical checkup. “Clean as a whistle, I see.” Her pulse rate jumped. From the look on his face, the man had more than information sharing on his mind.

  “You?”

  She liked his abrupt manner. Something about the firm set to his jaw made him se
em determined. Aggressive. Sexy.

  “Um, my appointment is tomorrow.”

  He just stared at her. Then he closed the door to the small massage room behind her and locked it. After taking off his coat, he rolled up his sleeves, removed his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “Good thing I’m a doctor then. Go ahead and undress and get on the exam table.” He nodded to her massage table, where she’d already changed the sheets in preparation for her first client tomorrow.

  She glanced from him to the table, not sure she’d heard him right.

  “Is there a problem, Miss Vanzant?” Shane asked, all seriousness.

  Role playing. He’d said he wanted to do it. She thought it ironic he chose to portray a doctor when six months ago she’d been dating one, and they’d never once tried this game. Even if they had, she doubted she’d have been this turned on. Something about Shane really got her motor running. She liked that he wanted to play with her. Very much.

  She toed off her shoes and socks, jeans and tee-shirt. “Should I strip all the way down, Doctor?”

  His eyes gleamed as he studied her. In a low voice, he answered, “Yes, Miss Vanzant. I need you completely naked for your exam.”

  She stepped out of her underwear and bra, self-conscious. Last time she’d been with Shane naked, she’d been under him and too aroused to care what she looked like. But now, he was dressed and she wasn’t, and he took his time looking at all of her.

  Rick had hinted she’d look wonderful if she’d lose more weight. But Shelby had always felt anorexic when she dropped the ten pounds he insisted weighed her down. She wasn’t a small woman, and if Shane didn’t like that, he could—

  “Hmm. Very nice. You look healthy.” He moved close but didn’t touch her. “Turn around and bend over.”

  “Um…”

  “Touch your toes, so I can check your spine.”

  She bit her lip but did as he said. His hands roamed from her neck to her back and down over her ass.

  “Nice and firm. I wonder if you’ll need a rectal exam as well?”

  She’d always wondered what it might feel like to have anal sex, but she didn’t know about doing it now, today. “I don’t think that’s necessary. That area is pretty much, ah, clean. Unused.”

  “Miss Vanzant, I’m a doctor.” He sounded amused. His fingers prodded her ass cheeks apart and she felt warm breath over her hole. The sensation shook her, because she the tingle between her legs blazed into an inferno. Moisture flooded her pussy, and she wanted more.

  “Spread your legs, Shelby.”

  She did and moaned when his hands found her. He toyed with her, sliding his fingers along her labia, not penetrating, but rubbing. He teased her clit into a taut bud then ordered her to stand.

  She did and turned, only to see him watching her with hunger. His hard-on appeared enormous behind the silky black trousers he wore.

  “Hop on the table and spread your legs. Make sure you scoot to the end.”

  Where he could fuck her easily.

  She hurried to obey, amazed at how much she enjoyed this. She hadn’t thought to see him until the weekend, assuming they’d be weekend fun-buddies. Role playing had seemed like something she’d tolerate to make him happy. She’d thought she’d have to control her laughter through it, but she had no urge to giggle, just to do whatever he asked.

  “You seem nice and wet.” At the foot of the table, Shane crouched between her legs. He set his mouth over her clit and licked her until she thought she’d explode.

  She couldn’t help moaning and begging him to fuck her. “I need you inside me.”

  He moved back and stood. After wiping his mouth, he smiled. “You taste healthy. Creamy.” He walked around the table to her side and massaged her breasts. “But we haven’t finished your exam.” When he leaned closer, his cock pushed through the opening in his pants, though she hadn’t seen him unzip. She didn’t see any evidence of underwear. He looked huge, the swollen head of his shaft glistening with precum.

  Seeing her attention, he murmured, “Feel free to suck it. It has medicinal value.”

  She snorted. “I’ll bet.”

  He coughed to cover laughter and continued to fondle her breasts.

  She wasn’t laughing anymore when he pinched her nipples and tugged on her breasts with enough pressure to push her toward orgasm. Shelby turned her head and opened her mouth. When his cock neared, she licked or sucked what she could reach, but he always pulled back before she could truly get started.

  Shane left her breasts and moved to the foot of the table. He pulled her closer and placed her ankles on his shoulders.

  Then she felt a hand graze her ass. “Shane?”

  “That’s Dr. Collins to you.”

  She felt him brush her slit and bit back a groan. “Dr. Collins, what are you—”

  “I’ll explain the procedure as I go.” His voice had turned gritty. He pushed, and his cockhead penetrated her channel.

  With her legs raised, she provided a tighter seal, and as he slid inside her, he felt larger and thicker than he had before. “Oh God, yes.”

  “I should wait until you see your doctor, but I don’t doubt you’re as clean as I am. You also mentioned that you’re on birth control.” He seated himself fully inside her and stilled. “Fuck.” He took a few deep breaths. “I’m going to make sure you’re as tight as you should be. I need to fill you up, Miss Vanzant.” Hunger shone in his eyes, and his jaw clenched as he began to fuck her while keeping his hands on her ankles to hold her in place.

  “Yes, Doctor. Give me my medicine,” she pleaded, feeling like a bad actress in an X-rated flick and loving it. So naughty, so sexy. So unlike Shelby in her everyday life.

  He kept one hand around her legs while his other moved to her clit. And as he pounded inside her with longer, measured strokes, he rubbed her nub, increasing the stimulation.

  “Shane, yes, yes.” She couldn’t stop her orgasm, and she didn’t want to. Knowing he’d soon come inside her was a huge turn-on, though she couldn’t have said why.

  “You have no idea how good you feel around me.” He moaned and hammered into her, his thrusts growing choppier as he neared his end. “I’m going to come inside you. Fuck, Shelby. You feel so good. So hot.” He stared down at her and came, his agony one she wanted to see more of.

  He wore that fancy suit while he fucked her. He remained dressed while she was naked. The reality of their fantasy was so much better than she ever would have imagined.

  “There we go,” he said in a rough voice as he pumped a few last times before withdrawing. “Now you’re full of what you needed.” He didn’t stop there. Shane pushed a finger inside her and pulled it out, only to run it down her ass to her anus. He rimmed her with his own seed and toyed with her ass, inserting the tip of his finger.

  “I’ve never done this with a patient before.” Shane’s thick voice attested to his excitement. “We’re going to try this later. Not today, not now, but soon. I’m going to slide my dick inside this hole. Stretch it out and fill it up. Maybe when we have a better prep room for the doctor, hmm?”

  He watched her as he pushed his finger deeper, and she tensed at the unfamiliar burn. He stopped, and she let out a breath. Then he pulled it out and wiped his hand on her sheets. He used another towel to clean off his cock and put himself to rights. “Don’t move.”

  Like she could process past the intense pleasure still thrumming through her body.

  Shane grabbed his suit jacket, unlocked the door and left. She heard water running briefly before he returned smelling of lavender—the hand soap from the bathroom. He carried a wet washcloth in one hand and a towel in the other.

  “You’re the best doctor I’ve ever had.” Shelby stretched out on the table feeling limp, relaxed and totally at peace for the first time in forever.

  “And you’re the best patient I’ve ever had.” He winked and proceeded to clean her up. When finished, he set the towels aside and handed over her clothing. “I wasn’t sure
what you’d think of today, but I haven’t been able to stop envisioning fucking you on that table.”

  She finished dressing and laughed.

  “Come on,” he protested. “You thought about it too, admit it.”

  “Yeah, but I was trying to be professional when I filled in for Denise. I don’t lust after my clients. Or at least I didn’t before I met you.”

  Shane groaned. “Do you know how confusing that was for me? I was relaxing and enjoying my massage. Denise leaves, comes back in, and gets my cock hard enough to split nails.”

  “So that’s why you didn’t turn over.” Shelby decided to take a chance. He seemed in the mood to want more. And God knew, she did. “Next time we do this in here, we’ll have to play naughty masseuse and her poor client instead of doctor.”

  “I’m definitely in.” Shane hauled her into his arms for a kiss. It didn’t feel sexual to Shelby, but affectionate, almost loving. Carnal need vibrated on a lower hum, while the connection between them seemed to deepen. Or was that just the emotional nut ball in her wishing for more despite knowing it would be a mistake?

  Shane released her from the embrace and sighed. “I have to get back to work. I only had a short window of time, sorry to say.”

  “Yeah, well, you made the most of it.”

  “I did. But so did you.”

  Then she realized something else. “You’re going back to work without underwear?”

  “Actually I put them back on when I cleaned up. And a good thing. The Graces are in today.”

  “The Graces?”

  He grimaced. “Mr. Grace is terrific. He’s older, has a real thing for quality architecture, and can afford to indulge. Problem is, he married a much younger woman with a roving eye, if you know what I mean.”

  “Oh wow. Has she sexually harassed you?”

  He grunted. “Is the sky blue? But they’re big clients. And frankly, any man who claims sexual harassment from a woman is asking to get his ass kicked. Not PC, I know, but come on. I’m a former Marine. If my dad or Mac heard I’d lodged a complaint, I’d never hear the end of it.”