Page 32 of His Arranged Plus-Size Mate

“Good,” she said, her body moving closer. “You should be able to sleep well tonight after this.”

Her words sparked a heat, and I felt my cock suddenly jerk up.

Fuck. Was my body trying to ruin this relationship before it even began?

I tried to shake the feeling off, knowing this was terrible timing. Hazel was being nice to massage me, and I didn’t need my dick to get in the way of that. Besides, we were having a rare moment of niceness. We were still trying to get our footing around each other, and if she saw my dick getting hard like this, she would never go near me again.

I leaned forward, trying to tuck my dick down.

“Stop moving.” Her hands pulled me back, her breast pressing against my back for a moment. “Or I’ll sit on your lap.”

I could picture her doing it, too. I squeezed my eyes shut. This was hell. This was truly hell.

She chuckled. “No comment?”

“I’m just tired,” I lied. “And your hands feel nice.”

I imagined what they would feel like wrapped around my dick. What her fingers were capable of doing to me.

Shit, no! Don’t think about that. Jesus Christ, Asher! Get your mind out of the gutter!

“Does it feel that good?” Her voice was soft, right in my ear now. She giggled. “Maybe I should offer them up more often.”

I nodded. “You should. You’re good at this.”

She leaned back, her fingers hard against my left shoulder now. Her movements were gentle, her thumbs working out my knots I didn’t even know I had.

“There.” Her hands moved freely, and she walked around getting in front of me. “Does that feel better? Roll your shoulders.”

I did, and I could feel that it felt looser now. “I’m impressed. You know your muscle.”

She smiled proudly. “The witches have been helping me. It’s a good option for patients after they have injuries.”

She sat down next to me, looking over the field. “You really should rest, though. That is the best medicine.”

“I will. At least for the rest of today.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. She pulled herself up. “Well, I’m heading back.”

I watched her walk away, my eyes looking at her frame. She walked with ease, a skip in her step. So much had already changed about her entire demeanor in just the past few weeks. She’d seemed happier even. She wasn’t bouncing with joy, but she wasn’t walking afraid of the world.

My eyes lower, landing on her ass. My cock pulsed, and I quickly looked away. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing I shouldn’t have looked down.

Jesus, what was I fifteen again? Did I not learn anything? Had I forgotten what it was like to be a gentleman suddenly?

“Fuck me.”

I stayed at the training ground for a while, just allowing myself to be left in the silence. I didn’t know when I would get it again. It was rare these days. Even when I was alone at night, I never let myself relax. I was always on guard, looking for something.

I headed home for a quick shower and reported to our weekly meeting with the guys. I found Brandon in the meeting room. Papers were splayed out around him, and he was rubbing at his head. He was always working, never seeming to rest.

“Need a hand?” I asked as I stepped inside.

He shook his head. “No, I’m just catching up on some paperwork.” He looked up from his stack. “How are you and Hazel doing?”

“We’re fine.”

He frowned. “I’ve been hearing that word a lot. Have another?”

I sat down. “We’re getting along if that was what you meant to ask. Things are well. She’s adjusted to the new living situation. She seems to be doing well.”