Page 9 of Flushing His Pipe
I lie there as Naomi works on my body. Every muscle she relaxes opens up a little spot in my brain, letting me sort through my thoughts in a way I haven't been able to do for a month.
Not since the day Violet introduced Naomi to me, and I fell head over heels for her. It was like being struck by lightning, but instead of frying me, it jump-started my heart.
As Naomi’s hands glide over my skin, I finally admit that I'm in love with her. It's sudden and crazy, but it doesn't feel reckless. Maybe that's what scares me. I've imagined a future with someone before, and that went belly up in the worst possible way. But it never felt right. Imagining my future with Naomi holds nothing but pleasure.
"We need to release some of this tension, Jameson," Naomi says softly, her fingers flying along the muscles of my back like little kneading machines. "All your growly tension is giving you knots."
What does she mean by that? Am I too grumpy for her? Shit. Maybe this is simply because I found Fred. She loves him. Oh, God. I'm reading into this.
Naomi leans over to rub the back of my arm, and the weight of her on top of me is exquisite torture. I want this woman riding my face until I hear her sweet voice calling out my name with pleasure.
I moan from desperation as the image plays clearly in my brain.
"Right there? Good job. Relax as much as you can. It will make my job easier," Naomi says encouragingly.
Her job. She insists she's a professional, and I'm getting hard from her touch like a lecherous client. I'm convincing myself this is fate or true love, but I have no indication that she feels anything for me other than a little lust.
"Go ahead and turn over," Naomi says.
I can't do that without revealing a whole hell of a lot more than I'm ready for, so I sit up instead.
"I need to go," I grit out, looking everywhere but at her. "Some of my friends are waiting for me." It's not a total lie, but I need to go straight home for a cold shower instead of the bar.
"Okay." The disappointment is thick in Naomi's voice.
I almost hesitate, but what if I put my heart on the line and she simply wants to fuck? I'd have to see her around town. I can't move again now that I've started my business here. I have a life in Duhring Park. I can't risk it.
I slide off the table and turn away, putting on my pants quickly and tucking my cock into the waistband of my underwear to keep things PG. I keep my back turned as I grab my shirt off the couch.
"Do you want to jump in the shower? That oil is going to ruin your shirt," Naomi says as she walks to the kitchen and washes her hands in the sink.
"No." I stride to the door, opening it, then pausing.Tell her,my heart and cock urge. "Thank you for the massage."
"You're wel—"
I close the door, practically running down the hallway as my heart beats furiously. Grabbing my tools, I berate myself as I head out to my truck and get the hell out of Dodge.
I clench my jaw, trying to ignore the awful feeling that I just blew the one chance I had with Naomi.
Good job not making decisions based on fear, asshole.
Chapter four
Naomi
"Yes, I love all of this." Aubrey squeals in delight as I walk her through the bridal brochure Violet and I put together.
She called me after my coffee with Betty, Piper, and Violet yesterday and offered to let me do a test run with her before my first client. I said yes immediately. The people in this town are truly amazing. I see why people land here and never leave.
I laugh. "Thank you. Let's hope Marie Smith is as easy to please as you."
"Well, if not, nothing will because I love everything you put together. It's professional and eye-catching. Can I add a mimosa bar to the brunch menu?" Aubrey asks.
"Absolutely. There should be something on the table that you didn't have to make yourself," I say with a laugh.
Aubrey runs Sugarplum, a bakery and pastry shop. Violet has contracted with her to supply all baked goods for the bridal brunch package starting this summer.
Aubrey shrugs. "If you want something done right, you have to make it yourself. Or something like that."
