30. Liam
Liam
The spa is tucked away in a private corner of the resort property. As soon as we enter the building, we’re pleasantly greeted by a young blonde behind a tall wooden desk. The whole lobby smells like lavender.
There’s very soft instrumental music playing at a comfortable volume in the background, and the wall to our left is a cascading water feature that empties into a pool with small fish.
“Good afternoon,” the girl practically whispers. “Are you checking in for a service?”
“Yes, couple’s massage at four under the name Landry,” Damon says, flashing me a small smile. His silver Omega watch catches the light as he fishes his credit card out of his wallet and passes it to the girl.
She swipes it and hands it back, attached to a clipboard with some paperwork on it.
“And this one is for you,” she says, handing another clipboard to me.
“If you’ll please fill out the first page front and back, and then just sign at the bottom of the second page.
Be sure to highlight any problem areas you’d like your masseuse to focus on, and of course, you can always ask them to adjust the pressure once you’re back there, but the scale on the right will let them know where to start. ”
We take the clipboards and our seats. I feel like I’m back in middle school, trying to cheat off Damon’s science test.
“What’d you put for pressure?” I ask, leaning over to look at his paper.
“I went with a five. I actually like to relax during my massages,” he answers.
“What’s a five?”
“You know, like, medium.”
“Show me,” I demand, holding my forearm out.
He squeezes me with what he considers moderate pressure, and I barely feel it. Going back to my form, I circle eight.
A few minutes after we finish, a young man and woman dressed in black scrubs come through a door off to the side of the check-in desk.
“I’m Rafael,” the man says. “Which one of you is Damon?”
Damon raises his hand, looking a little too excited about this, because Rafael looks like he just stepped out of someone’s Italian wet dream.
His voice is higher-pitched, his hair is obsidian perfection, and his naturally bronze skin is undoubtedly the envy of everyone up here in the winter.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I notice the rainbow-colored bracelet tied to his left wrist.
“Looks like you’re with me, then,” the woman with him smiles, holding out her hand to shake mine. “I’m Eloise. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Uh, yeah. You too.” I fumble through my words, too busy watching Rafael eye-fuck my boyfriend to give an appropriate response.
Knowing I won’t be able to relax while Fabio’s fucking hands are on Damon’s bare skin, I reach over, grab Damon by the back of his neck, and haul his mouth to mine in a kiss that’s sure to leave a mark.
“Enjoy your massage, baby.” Looking at Rafael, I lower my voice. “Neck, back, arms, and legs only. You got me?”
Rafael licks his lips and stares me down like he’s trying to figure out if he wants to yell at me for suggesting he would be anything other than professional, or if he likes the possessive display in front of him.
In the end, he chooses humor. Giving a nonchalant shrug, he looks me up and down from head to toe.
“The consequences for stepping out of bounds look just as appealing as committing the crime, big boy.”
Damon barks out a laugh, and the sound echoes loudly in the quiet space.
Grabbing my hand, he says, “Hey, Li. We’re getting a couple’s massage. We’re going to be in the same room. Nobody’s getting inappropriately groped today, okay?”
“The same room?” I ask, repeating his words in case I misheard.
“Same room,” he confirms.
Feeling a little foolish, I use two fingers to point between my eyes and Rafael’s with a grin on my face. “I’ll be watching you.” My tone is light as I try to walk back my act of possessive dominance.
Rafael laughs. “My guess is Eloise will have you so dead to the world that you won’t even remember we’re there.”
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Eloise says, looking over the paperwork on my clipboard.
I may have overestimated myself or underestimated the power of an eight on that stupid scale, but after that ridiculous stunt I pulled, no fucking way am I backing down now.
For such a small person, Eloise’s grip is that of a Scottish strongman.
But I need Rafael to know I can handle this…
that I can handle him if he gets a little too comfortable with Damon over there.
Although he was right, I’m barely aware they’re in the room. We’re ten minutes into a ninety-minute massage, and I’m afraid I may die before we get to the end.
Next to me, Damon lets out an obscene groan, and my eyes pop open.
He’s on his stomach with Rafael standing on the opposite side from where I’m lying. His hands are sliding easily across D’s back, which is glistening in the low light thanks to all the oil.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Damon practically purrs.
“Damon, I swear to God, from now on, I’d better be the only reason that phrase ever leaves your mouth.”
“But, Li, it dooooeeeesssss.” He draws out the last word as Rafael’s hands make their way to his lower back. My skin heats.
I’ve never been jealous before.
This is entirely new.
Well, that’s not true. I’ve never been jealous over a girl before, but I still get a little butthurt when I think about the time Damon chose Jack to be his seat partner on the bus to the aquarium in the sixth grade.
Jack was new to our school and didn’t know anyone.
I suggested we ask Taylor to sit with him, but Tay was too busy flirting with a different boy.
Damon is usually quiet and introverted anyway, so I was shocked when he volunteered to welcome the boy in like that. Turns out, Damon had heard some of the other kids making fun of him because his clothes were dirty, and I guess his bus stop was at the trailer park.
Damon has always been a protector.
“How’s the pressure?” Eloise asks as she drives her elbow into my shoulder blade.
“Per-fect,” I grit out, clearly uncomfortable.
“I gotta hand it to him; he lasted longer than most,” Rafael says. I’m in too much pain to decipher who he’s talking to.
“Just having a little fun,” Eloise says. “You big guys are my favorite. You want me to adjust that number, hon?”
“Five,” Damon says with a sated tone to his voice. “Trust me, Li. You want a five.”
“Five it is,” Eloise confirms, and immediately, my body relaxes. I’ve been tense since the second her fingers touched my skin.
I hear her pump the bottle, and a second later, warm, slick hands coast across my skin much more gently this time.
That’s better.
I’m melting into the table as she finds a knot in my back and begins working it out.
“Oh shit, D. You were right. Five is where it’s at.”
Everyone in the room chuckles as rain sounds play softly. After asking for the blanket warmers to be turned off, I really start relaxing.
When she gets to my hamstrings, I’m afraid I’m going to drip off this table.
She moves my legs as if I were a rag doll and not the owner of the tree trunks I walk around on.
Pulling my leg out to the side, she tucks the sheet under the inside of my thigh.
She’s close to my groin, but clearly knows what she’s doing, and I’m not worried about anything making an appearance that shouldn’t.
If this had been a week ago, I’d be shamelessly hitting on her, moving slightly to let her know I’m not going to complain no matter what she grazes, but now, I appreciate her awareness, and I have far more respect for her personal boundaries than I would have at one time.
As she makes her way across my body, my skin is heated from her touch, not sexually, just in general, and I’m more relaxed than I’ve ever been. My muscles feel heavy and loose.
I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been in here, and I open my eyes to check on Damon. He’s on his back now, and Rafael is working his way down Damon’s arms.
D’s chest and stomach are exposed like this, and fuck, do I love the sight of it. His facial features are relaxed, but there’s still a small crease in his forehead that makes me wonder what he’s thinking about. It’s clear his mind is not as relaxed as his body.
By the time the massages are finished, I’m covered in oil, deeply relaxed, and horny as hell after sneaking glances at my boyfriend getting rubbed down. Eventually, I had to force my eyes closed before I sprang a boner and made Eloise uncomfortable.
At the end of the session, Eloise and Rafael excuse themselves so D and I can get dressed, and I want to pounce as I watch his glistening body move.
Even the act of slipping his arms in the holes of his shirtsleeves is turning me on.
The ends of his hair are standing in all directions after his scalp massage, and he looks thoroughly fucked.
Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with a desire to go there with him.
I need to feel him wrapped around me like that, claiming him in a way no one ever has before. To know that no matter what, that part of him will always belong to me.
And I want it now.
“D?”
“Yeah?” he says, his voice raspy from not being used in the last hour and a half.
“I want to have sex. With you. Tonight.”