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ME BONUS SCENE
NEVE WILDER
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CONTENTS
1. Jesse
2. Sam
1
JESSE
A side from my eight grade foot rub, I’d had only one
other experience that could loosely qualify as a
massage, and I couldn’t say with any certainty that it
wasn’t incidental since the guy had also been trying to to
remove a skin-tight pair of pants I was wearing at the time.
He’d attempted being smooth by gripping my hips and
rubbing his thumbs over the waistband trying to delve
behind before I finally took pity on him and shimmied free.
This time there was an actual table involved, located in
the U’s athletic facility, which Sam had somehow gotten
access to late on an off-season Saturday night—I didn’t
ask too many questions because I didn’t care.
Upon that table was… me.
I wriggled around trying to get comfortable, already half
hard at the mental image of Sam’s big hands gliding over
my skin. I was a tiny bit self-conscious of the single towel
covering my ass, and of the fact that Sam would’ve
practically hung off the table, a mountainous terrain of
gorgeously sculpted male, whereas I imagined I looked like
a toothpick lying within an empty box.
So it was somewhat gratifying when the door opened
and I heard Sam exhale softly through his nose the way I’d
learned he did when he thought I was especially cute or
sexy.
As the door clicked shut behind me, I craned a look
over my shoulders and my mouth promptly fell open as I
stared.
Sam rubbed a hand over his bare, gleaming chest, then
ran it down the tiny shorts vacuum-sealed to his body. “I
watched some more videos for research because I forgot
to pay attention to what they wear and some of the guys…”
He trailed off. “Do these shorts look dumb?”
I bit my lower lip, tempering the smile forming, and then
saw its counterpart curving on Sam’s lips. “No, they look
like…” I hesitated. God, so many options there.
He chuckled and glanced down at his watch. “I’ll give
you fifteen seconds. And…. go.”
“It looks like you tried to shoplift one of those giant
sausages you see in a deli case at the grocery store. Or
like an eggplant and two cantaloupes decided to become
bffs and all move in together in a cramped New York studio
apartment. No, no,” I interrupted myself. “It’s like you
stuffed an entire weiner dog in your pants.” I shook my
head and put a hand up. “I’m sorry, we’re going to have to
switch. There’s no fucking way I can play a straight dude
while you look like that. No. Way.” I tried to push up on my
elbows but Sam planted a hand square in the middle of my
back and pushed me back down gently.
The air whooshed from my lungs in a sigh, because I
loved when he did that. Tingles ran up my spine and Sam
let his touch linger before sinking his hand through my hair
and bending over. His kiss was warm across my jaw and
didn’t last nearly as long as I wanted it to. I tried to chase it
by turning my head, but only caught his smile, eyes warm
as they met mine.
“You can do it. It’s gonna be fun.”
I sank back down on the table, my bones and heart
turned to goo. That was really all it took. Sam’s faith in me,
even over something dumb, and I was done. When I
nodded mutely, my agreement was rewarded with another
kiss, this one on the lips.
“I’m gonna go out and come back in. You ready?”
“Yes.”
SAM
—END—