Fight

"Spirits, woman,your hands are like magic," he moans softly, tilting his head and enjoying my touch. "No masseuse does, what you do."

I pull my hands back and his head slumps.

"If you not gon' fuck me, the least you can do is 'dat," he grumbles, insisting that I touch him again. I laugh.

"Point taken," I say and then I start massaging his shoulder and back...

" It feels so Good "

But before I can reply or do it more accurately, his muscles beneath my fingers, the door bursts open and there stands Three Horses in the doorway.

I snatch my hands away and jump back from where Cesar was sitting.

Three Horses clears his throat and his eyes jump to his king. "Your brother got hurt during 'de raid," he says.

Cesar grits his teeth, he's pissed off about being interrupted. "How injured?" he asks.

"A long gash on his arm," Three Horses replies. "He's in a lot of pain"

Cesar rolls his eyes. I suppress a giggle. "Stupid bastard," he growls. "Where is he now?"

Three Horses nod his head down th