Free Broken #2 (The Broken Series - Book #2) by Claire Adams Page B

stood before her, naked as a jaybird.  
    “Jet, you don't need to be
completely naked to have your back massaged,” she laughed, but she did it
nervously.
    I knew exactly what I was doing,
and I didn't care, but I was willing to play stupid if I had to. “Oh, really? I could have sworn this was what people did
when they got a massage.”
    “Yeah, I bet you did. You're
ridiculous.”
    I smiled, grabbed a towel, and
laid it down on my bed. I lay down on the towel, face down,
and tried to relax. I almost laughed when she grabbed the other pillows on my
bed, and put one on my butt, and the other two on the sides of my legs, to hide
my nakedness. She never allowed me to get away with anything. I thought I had
tricked her, until she came back with the pillows. She straddled me, though it
must have been difficult with all those pillows. She started kneading into my
shoulders, slowly at first, and then a little faster and harder. She definitely
knew what she was doing. I could feel the tension leaving my body almost
instantly. When she got to my lower back where the injury was, she was gentle,
making sure that she didn't hurt me, but she applied enough pressure that I
thought I just might have a great night’s sleep.
    “It feels amazing, Natalie. How
long have you been doing this?”
    “Geez, I don't know. Maybe since I was fifteen. Not too long, but long enough to
learn good technique. My mom is very good, though―one of the best in the
city. She's practically a miracle worker when it comes to removing pain from the
body.”
    “She must love it, then. I'm sure
glad she taught you how to massage, because this is fantastic.”
    “Thank you.”
    She worked on my back for 45 minutes.
I couldn't believe her hands didn't get sore. She kneaded and rubbed and
stretched my muscles. She would rub my muscles, and then she would slowly just
touch my back gently. I wasn't sure what I enjoyed more, the soft touching, or
the hard rubbing. I felt like melted butter when she was all done with me.
    “There ya go. All
done here. You should be feeling much better now.”
    “God, Natalie, I feel amazing.
Thank you; that really helped.”
    “I'm glad. I think it was just a
tight muscle, no real injury. You probably won't have a lot of pain. Just the soreness now from the healing.”
    “Maybe you are a miracle worker,
too.”
    “ Haha ,
that's sweet.”
    She got up, and slid off the bed.
I pushed the pillows off, and I began to get off the bed as well.
    “Stop!” she yelled. I stopped
immediately, as she took me completely off guard, and I wasn't sure what to
expect, or why she was telling me to stop.
    “I gotta go. But you can meet me at my place Thursday night at 6:00 p.m., and we'll go
to that wine tasting, okay?”
    That was all she said to me
before she left. All I heard was the bedroom door open and close, and then
nothing. It was like she just disappeared as I lay in my bed, confused as all
hell. Was I losing my touch or what? I couldn't believe she hadn't been tempted
to sleep with me again after I displayed my supreme nakedness for her. I rolled
over in my bed, and stared at the ceiling, beyond perplexed. I wasn't sure what
I was going to do with this girl―she was continuously throwing me for a
loop. What exactly did she want?
    I started to sit up as Kyle burst
through the door, scaring the shit out of me. I grabbed a pillow, and covered
myself up with it.
    “What the hell are you doing,
Kyle? What do you want? I think you really need to start knocking before you
storm into my room.”
    Kyle laughed. “Naw, man, I just
wanted to see what it looked like to see a man who was just turned down.”
    I threw a pillow at him as he ran
out the door, laughing. I was going to kill him.

 
      Chapter Thirteen
    Natalie

 
    I found it hard to try to define
what part Jet played in my life. My friends were starting to think that there
was something going on with him, but the truth that I told them was that he was
just a friend.