“Still not as bad as last time.” He tapped my back twice, letting me know he was about to get off me and not to move. When he was standing beside me again, he asked, “How does this feel?”
He pressed down on my lower back with the heels of his hands and a string of gibberish flowed from my lips.
Soul laughed but worked down toward my tailbone, his touch gentle and firm at the same time.
This man’s hands could work miracles. I’d pay whatever he wanted but all he ever took me up on was a haircut in return. It wasn’t an even exchange, yet I still couldn’t make myself say no when he told me he had a light day and could work on me.
“Bring your arms back up on the table for me.”
I moved to tuck them at my sides.
“Good,” he praised, keeping his hand on the center of my back as he walked to the front of the table. “You’re doing great.”
After that, the silence was only broken by the whimpers I failed to keep trapped in my throat.
It felt too good, and I was feeling too much relief to stay quiet.
Tingles traveled up my neck when he started working there. “Fuck, Soul.”
“You got any words other thanfuck?”
“Sorry,” I groaned. “I don’t know what else to say.”
“I get that a lot,” he said, amused.
He walked away from the table to put more oil on his hands, and the citrusy smell instantly reminded me of Harlow.
I missed her.
After warming the oil with his palms, he came back to me. Diligently, he worked a kink out of my neck and rendered me speechless again.
“I’ve been doing some research,” he shared.
“About what?” I kept my eyes closed and bit down on my bottom lip. He’d heard me whimper enough today.
“This thing between the four of us.”
His thumbs skated over my nape.
“And?”
“I was looking up terms for it. How other people make it work long term.”
“Oh.”
“We’re a polycule. Or a quad,” he said brightly, working his way up to my head.
This was my favorite part of his massages. My eyes closed on instinct.
“Quad just means there’s four of us,” he clarified. “And we could choose to be open or closed.”
“Closed,” I said shortly. I didn’t care how much Harlow, Soul and Rico did with each other, nobody else was fucking touching them. And I didn’t want to think about why I felt so possessive of them when I was only involved with Harlow.
“I was thinking the same thing. But we have to talk to Rico and Harley.” He lifted my head off the table with ease and held it to one side while his fingers trailed over the side of my face.
“You want that?” I asked. “For all four of us to be together?”
“It’s all I think about.”
