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Cackle isn’t the right word for the laugh that erupts from me.
“What? You’re an athlete. You have men’s hands on you all the time.”
“Not in a bedroom.” I slip my finger under the strap of her tank top. “Why do you always wear a tank top under your sweaters?” I kiss her shoulder, then pull the tank from her body and lay it on the couch.
“I would love to say to make men work for it, but it’s because it lifts my boobs.”
I pinch the clasp of her bra, and the straps sag onto her arms before she slinks out of it. “From what I remember, they’re spectacular.”
“Ms. Dulce, are you ready?”
“One more minute.”
She snickers as she finishes undressing and slips under the sheet without me seeing anything but her backside. Even though she’s average height, Brooke’s body looks long and lean.
The massage therapist retrieves a heated blanket from his case and places it over her body, and she hums. I pour the rest of the wine into my glass and sit on the couch.
He lights candles, turns off the overhead light in the small foyer, and plays rainfall music. It’s dark, and it appears he has done an excellent job at setting the mood.
“Ms. Dulce, to get the full benefits of the massage, we’re not going to talk. If something I do is painful, then please let me know. My goal is to relieve any stress you may have and work out the muscle tension in your body. In a few minutes, I’ll have you turn over onto your stomach. Okay?”
She nods, and he unscrews a bottle, pouring oil into his hand before rubbing them together. He spreads it over her face and massages her temples. Okay, this isn’t so bad. I can handle this.
A few minutes later, his hands trail down to her neck and shoulders, making long motions, stretching those muscles. I get this massage all the time. Then his hands dip under the sheet to her chest. I can see the outline of her boobs; he’s not touching them but working all around them. Fuck, I should have massaged her myself.
He takes one arm out and wraps his hand around her bicep and presses his thumb into her arms with the other hand. He repeats the action, then switches sides. The purr that escapes Brooke’s mouth takes me back to when I was fingering her at the bonfire. Damn, I don’t want other men making her feel good.
He taps her and says, “Turn over. My back is to you.”
Brooke responds slowly and adjusts the blanket as she turns over. He stands above her head, working on her upper back. It’s not long until she’s making tiny snoring noises.
He folds the sheet down to her lower back and oils his hands up once more, and his movements glide over her back in long, slow strokes before he changes to small, circular motions. “Ummm,” Brooke says in her sleep, and my dick perks up. I already had a semi-erection but now, her voice sounds like it’s calling for me.
Not wanting her to make any sexy noises due to another man’s hands stroking her body, I stand, retrieve my wallet from my pocket, and take out two hundred dollars. I tap his shoulder and hand over the money. He looks at me like he’s appalled, but I pull him towards the door and whisper, “I’ll have your equipment returned tomorrow morning.”
“But…”
“Do you need more?”
He rolls his eyes as I open the door and practically push him out. “This is fine, but I have an appointment at eleven.”
“Perfect. I’ll call the spa at ten to return everything.”
I gently shut the door and glance at Brooke. She’s beautiful. Now, it’s time to put some oil on my hands. Mimicking the massage guys strokes, I run one hand down her back and then the other, making sure to cover all the spots. This time, I get a louder purr.
“That’s right. It’s me, Cookie.”
I kiss each shoulder blade. Then take the heated blanket and cover her back while I massage her thighs and calves and move down to her feet and toes. They’re so delicate, only one callous adorns the side of her little toe. I smile, probably from the ballet shoes. It’s the first flaw I’ve found.
I apply pressure up the inside of her thighs, and my name falls from her mouth. “Reed.”
“Yeah.” My finger grazes the apex of her thighs, but then I ease back down, working her hamstrings before I travel back up, slipping through her slick folds.
“What are you doing?”
“I couldn’t stand seeing another man’s hands on you.” I continue fondling her center until my finger finds her bundle of nerves just under the hood.
“Umm… ummm.”
