“How high up does your leg hurt?”
“All the way to my thigh.” Micah bit his lip. His pant leg wasn’t going to get that far up.
“Take your pants off,” Kai said.
Micah’s face warmed. If it were someone other than Kai, or Spike, Micah wouldn’t even have considered it.
Kai coughed lightly. “It’s just a massage.”
“I know, and I’m grateful.”
“So get them off. I’ll look away.”
Micah laughed. “You’re so different from Spike.”
Kai snorted. “In a good way, or a bad way?”
“You’re just different. Both of you are good.” Micah glanced around, to make sure York was still in his room. “But Spike would’ve pulled off my pants and stared down every inch of my leg.”
Kai laughed. “Yeah, he would.”
With Kai looking away, Micah squirmed out of his pants, his bare skin prickling in the cool air. He pulled the fabric over his good leg, then bunched the rest of his pants between his thighs. At least, he was halfway decent now.
All the same, Micah felt a flush of self-consciousness when Kai looked at his bad leg. He hadn’t been naked much in front of Kai. Even with Spike, most of their nights together had been spent in the shadows of Micah’s bedroom. So this, with nothing covering his scars... Micah felt ugly.
“You can begin the lesson, you know,” Kai said. “I’ll listen.”
Micah flipped the textbook open to where they’d last stopped. Kai took Micah’s aching calf in his hands, digging his fingertips into Micah’s muscles just right.
Micah gasped, his nerves humming with pleasure.
Kai met his eyes. “Too hard?”
“Just right. I-I was surprised.”
Kai rumbled. “I do this for my mom sometimes. Her feet hurt after shifts, so I learned how to massage.”
As he spoke, he kneaded slowly up Micah’s calf, working the knotted tissue until the ache faded. Then Kai moved to the next patch of tissue, and the next, his hands warm and sturdy, his touch soothing.
Micah sighed, his eyelids fluttering shut. “I promise I’m not going to mom you.”
Kai chuckled. “I’ll make damn sure you don’t.”
He worked his way down to Micah’s foot, where the toes were curled and terrible—the muscles had never healed right there. Micah almost pulled his foot away, except Kai held him gently, smoothing his fingers over Micah’s skin.
“Gods, you feel good,” Micah breathed.
“Yeah?” Kai grinned.
For a moment, they stared at each other. Micah was acutely aware of Kai’s lips, their fullness, and how soft they looked. And he wondered what it’d be like, if Kai kissed him again.
I like him, Micah thought, his heart pattering. I shouldn’t.
“Maybe you should become a professional masseur instead,” Micah said, his nerves singing when Kai eased his finger between Micah’s toes, just touching the sensitive tissue there.
Kai snorted. “Maybe.”
He caressed Micah’s foot, relaxing Micah’s muscles. Then he moved back up Micah’s calf, kneading all the way to Micah’s knee, then to his thigh.
Kai’s fingers dug in deep, firm and slow, as though he knew every inch of Micah’s body. Micah sighed. He leaned back against the couch, angling his leg toward Kai, all but ready to give his entire body to this alpha. Kai’s touch was magic.
“You could do my whole body,” Micah mumbled, a flush rising to his skin when Kai paused. “I mean, I just meant that you’re good enough to. That’s certainly not an order.”
Kai rumbled, sweeping his fingers up the length of Micah’s thigh, close to his hip. Then he stroked back down, working his way up, his fingers pressing slow circles into Micah’s muscles, higher and higher, until he was an inch from Micah’s sac.
He must’ve hit a particularly sweet spot, because a moan slid out of Micah’s throat.
“What the fuck are you doing to my dad?” York growled.
Micah jumped, his eyes flying open. Next to him, Kai froze, his hands still on Micah’s leg.
“What does it look like?” Kai asked.
York flushed, glowering at them. “It looks like you’re touching his—his... It looks like you’re molesting him!”
Kai met Micah’s eyes, humor flickering through his gaze. “Your dad sure isn’t complaining.”
“Dad!” York looked incredulously at Micah, a mug in his hands. “What are you doing with Kai? He’s my friend!”
Micah almost felt sorry for his son. “My leg was hurting. Kai offered a massage. I wasn’t about to disrupt whatever you were doing.”
York frowned deeply. “But you always ask me to.”
Okay, now Micah felt a little bad. Just a little. “I was planning to go through the course materials with Kai at the same time.”
“You sounded like he was fucking you!”
Micah choked on his spit. His face burned. York wasn’t entirely wrong—it had been as good as sex.
“Is that what you’d sound like?” Kai asked Micah. “If I were to—”
York spluttered. He raised his mug as though he was going to hit Kai with it, and Micah had to hold his arms up to stop his son. “York,” Micah said firmly. “I agreed to a full leg massage. It’s not Kai’s fault. Kai—”
Kai raised his eyebrow, as though daring Micah to say they’d never fucked at all.
“No more sex talk,” Micah said. “York doesn’t appreciate it.”
“Damn right I don’t,” York muttered, still seething. “You’re my dad. That’s just wrong.”
Micah sighed. “What if I told you that I need to spend time with other alphas, too?”
York looked a little green. “Maybe just dating. But I don’t want to think about anything else. Like... the sex stuff. Dads don’t do that.”
Micah coughed lightly to hide his smile. “I’ll make sure this doesn’t look as questionable in the future,” he said. “Did you need something from me?”
York shook his head, grumbling as he stalked into the kitchen.
“Dads don’t do the sex stuff, huh?” Kai murmured. “Guess he hasn’t heard Spike pounding you into the bed every night.”
Micah flushed. Sex was one thing, but having Kai talk openly about what Micah had done with Spike... It just made everything more
