Page 60 of Love at First Rep

“I have an idea,” Rafe said, a twinkle of excitement in his gaze. “I have to grab something from my bag, but I’ll meet you in your bedroom.”

Garrett wasn’t sure what Rafe was up to, but his mood lightened as his anticipation grew. Once he reached his bedroom, he sensed things were about to get hot, so he cracked open one of his windows, letting the chill of the breeze inside. He didn’t know what to do next, so he stood awkwardly by his bed waiting for Rafe to arrive.

It didn’t take long before Rafe walked through his doorway holding a big fluffy towel, two candles, his phone and a dark glass bottle that Garrett couldn’t identify.

Rafe walked right up to him and planted a sweet kiss on Garrett’s lips. He pulled away far too soon, but his smile softened the retreat.

“Strip,” Rafe ordered.

Garrett’s eyebrows rose. “Strip?”

“Yup, take your clothes off, please.”

“Well, only because you’re so polite,” Garrett said with a smug look as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt. Rafe followed by tossing the supplies on the bed and ripping off his own shirt. He grabbed the towel and positioned it over Garrett’s bedspread, then lit the candles with a pack of matches he pulled from his pocket and put one on each nightstand. Garrett never really needed two nightstands, but they came as a set, and he figured if he ever found a partner they would be put to use. He never thought Rafe would be the one to take up that space in his life, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the luck of it all.

Despite the emotions churning in his gut, Garrett couldn’t help but smile at Rafe as he turned off the bright overhead lights. The room now basked in the dim glow of the candles. He thought he knew where this was going, but he didn’t want to disrupt any of Rafe’s plans.

After shedding his shirt and pulling off the T-shirt underneath, Garrett unbuttoned his jeans and slid them along with his underwear down his legs. As he stepped out of them, he toed off his socks and watched Rafe do the same.

Once they were both naked, Rafe continued. “Lie facedown on the towel. I’m going to work on my massage skills and hopefully get you to relax.”

Garrett melted. He would kill to keep this man in his life.

He climbed onto his bed and settled his body on the towel, adjusting his growing semi so he didn’t crush it under his body.

Rafe planted one more kiss on Garrett’s cheek before he climbed on top of him, straddling his body.

“Try to relax, mi dulzura.”

A moment later, soft instrumental music played in the background. Rafe must have had a playlist on his phone to complete the ambiance. Garrett had to wonder if this was Rafe’s seduction technique. Garrett heard the twisting of a lid and flinched slightly as the first drop of liquid hit him in the middle of his back.

Rafe’s hands slid up his spine, spreading the oil along his skin. The scent of strawberries filled the air. Garrett tried to relax his body and focus on nothing but Rafe’s touches, but the music caught his attention.

“Is… is this the Spice Girls?”

“Yes. Yes, it is. I found a slow instrumental ’90s playlist and it’s fantastic. Now be quiet and relax.”

Garrett chuckled softly as Rafe got to work on his tight muscles. As he moved, Rafe praised each of his body parts, lavishing him with compliments and love. If he wasn’t careful, Garrett would melt into a puddle right on his bed.

After spending time on Garrett’s back, Rafe moved to each of his arms, then along his legs before landing on his glutes.

Rafe’s hands kneaded his ass. His fingers teased at his crease. Garrett was hard as a rock and doing his best not to grind against the towel beneath him.

As Rafe’s thumbs massaged the edges of Garrett’s crease, Rafe took his praise in a different direction.

“Garrett, do you ever use toys in the bedroom? Do you ever take care of this sweet, perfect ass of yours?”

Garrett could have sworn the temperature in the room rose with Rafe’s words.

“Officer Perez, you’ll have to buy me dinner first if you intend to ask such questions.”

“And where would you suggest someone take a date in Cherrywood if, for example, someone wanted to get that information from you?”

Garrett furrowed his brow in faux deep thought. It was hard to stay focused on the conversation as Rafe’s touches edged closer and closer to where Garrett really wanted them. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether or not that someone is interested in a second date.”