Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“How’s that feel?” Justin asks, his fingers working my shoulders.
“Good,” I reply stiffly.
“Are you sure?” he says with a touch of disbelief. “You haven’t loosened up at all.”
I don’t know how to respond to that so I don’t. I can’t admit that I’m all tense and stiff because I’m sexually frustrated. I don’t know how to deal with this shit.
“Here, let me try this,” he says, his hands leaving me for a moment.
I glance over my shoulder and watch him squirt something into his hands. Rubbing his palms together, he flashes me a bright grin before placing his hands back on me.
He touches my lower back, thumbs pushing towards my spine.
I rest my cheek on my arm and close my eyes. At first I don’t notice a difference and then all at once it hits. Everywhere he touches me burns with heat.
“What is that?” I gasp, little shivers traveling up my spine.
“It’s a warming oil to help you loosen up.”
I have to clench my teeth together to keep from groaning oh my god.
His hands knead my lower back, thumbs sliding below the sheet. I almost jump off the table.
“Relax,” Justin purrs.
His hands knead their way back up and my skin prickles, breaking out with goosebumps.
Alex lets out a particularly long groan that causes my toes to curl.
I’m so hot and worked up as Justin’s hands reach my shoulders again, his fingers digging deep, I feel like I’m melting all over the table.
The massage goes on for thirty more minutes. By the time it ends I’m practically panting and drooling all over myself.
“So, what do you think?” Alex asks, and it takes me a moment to realize that I’ve completely zoned out under Justin’s hands.
“That was amazing,” I sigh and wiggle against the table.
Alex laughs. “I’ll have to leave them a big tip.”
“Oh yes,” I agree and close my eyes again.
“I guess I’ll get dressed first. No peeking.”
I’m so relaxed I don’t have the strength to peek my eyes open.
I start to drift off again when Alex says, “Alright, your turn. Do you want me to leave the room?”
I roll over without even thinking and sit up. “No, that’s okay…”
Alex makes a sound that’s a mix between a gasp and a choke. I open my eyes and frown at him in confusion. His eyes are wide and focused on my chest.
Glancing down, I remember that I’m topless.
“Shit! Sorry!” I yelp, yanking the sheet back up.
He takes one step towards the table then stops, thinking better of it.
“I’ll be in the lobby,” he says gruffly and turns sharply, walking quickly out of the room.
The door slams shut behind him but I’m in such a good mood, I’m not even upset. No, I tip my head back and laugh.
Serves him right. He can consider that payback for this morning.
Chapter Twenty
Christy
After getting dressed, I meet Alex in the lobby.
“Mind if we stop by the mall?” he asks me as we walk to the car. “I need to pick up some new shoes.”
I shake my head as he opens my door for me. “I don’t mind.”
If I’m being completely honest with myself, I don’t care where we go today as long as I get to spend more time with him.
He grins at me and our bodies brush against each other as I slide into my seat. I hide my shiver of pleasure as he closes my door for me.
Damn, if I’m not careful I’m going to be drooling all over myself again.
Alex continues to grin as he slides behind the wheel and pulls us out of the parking lot.
Seeing him so happy and relaxed outside of the gym is a new thing for me, a good thing, and something inside me swells to know he’s enjoying being with me.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve felt like such a burden, forced to rely so much on him. I sensed he was only putting up with me because his own sense of honor demanded it or something. He couldn’t just leave me to fend for myself because his conscience wouldn’t let him.
But things have changed since he kissed me. It’s like that tension between us has evolved. Frustration has transformed into anticipation.
As we drive, I keep sneaking little glances over at him.
When will he kiss me again?
Waiting for it to happen is going to drive me crazy.
He’s pulled back since we were called back to the gym. Yet I don’t get the feeling it’s because he regrets what happened. No, it feels like he’s giving me space, but today I don’t feel like I need it.
I want him to kiss me again, I just don’t know how to make it happen.
Maybe he’s waiting until tonight, or maybe he’s waiting for me to give him a sign.
If only I had more experience with men, I’d know how to put things into motion…