43. Chapter 43
Jake
We say goodbye to Mom and Alyssa before heading to Lottie’s with Bella fast asleep in the back of the car. I can’t believe I lost the cookie decorating competition, although I have to admit, Lottie’s were a lot better than mine.
“Thank you for today, baby,” I say to her as she turns to face me.
“You never need to thank me Jake. I wanted to be with you.”
I take in her beautiful face: she’s got her glasses on, her hair in a messy pile on top of her head, and not a stitch of makeup on, and she still takes my breath away.
Pulling over, I reach for her. “Jake, what are you doing?”
“Something I’ve been wanting to do all day.” I bring my lips to hers and she meets my kiss eagerly, our tongues caressing each other. I swallow Lottie’s moans and whimpers, and when we pull apart, her lips are red and swollen.
“W-what was that for?” she says in a daze.
“No reason, I just needed to feel your lips on mine.” I wink at her and start the engine back up. “Let’s head home and eat those cookies. I’ll even make you a hot chocolate spiked with Irish cream?”
“Oh well, that is definitely something I can’t say no to. Let’s get going.”
Once we’re home, Lottie goes to get changed whilst I grab everything we need to make hot chocolate and put the cookies on a plate.
Bella is fast asleep in her bed, so no walkies are needed for that one. I hear Lottie call out, “Hey, Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“I know today isn’t your favorite, but I hope me being there helped.”
“More than you will ever know, baby.”
“And you now owe me a favor because you’re the loser and I’m the winner!” she shouts to me, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
I will do any favor she asks of me, anything that will keep that smile on her beautiful face. I’m so whipped.
“So, when are you going to cash in?” I ask as I walk in with the tray of treats. I wonder if she’s going to save it or use it instantly.
“Funny you should say that. I already know what I want to use my favor for.”
“Oh yeah, enlighten me.” I hope it’s something dirty.
“We’re going to have facials together,” she says excitedly. Ok, so when I said I’d do anything, I lied. I won’t be doing that.
“Like at a spa?” I ask her.
“Exactly, J.”
“How do you propose we do that?” I ask her, whilst adding whipped cream and marshmallows to our drinks. I may not be able to decorate a cookie, but I can nail a boozy hot chocolate.
“I have all the stuff here for facials. We can do it to each other. It’ll be really relaxing,” she says with a pleading tone. She knows I’m not fully convinced. “Come on, Jake, you heard the rules of the competition.”
She’s got me there. The rules clearly stated it can be any favor of the winner’s choosing.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I relent. “Fine, when do you want to do these facials?”
“Tonight,” she says sweetly as she boops me on the nose with the whipped cream.
I have done some weird and strange shit for Lottie over the years, but this takes the cake.
But do you know what? She’s happy—the smile on her face right now is worth everything. You could literally see that smile from Mars, it's blinding.
“Stop moving or you’re going to crack the mask,” she instructs whilst trying not to laugh.
“I feel like an idiot,” I say back to her.
“But you’ll be an idiot with great skin,” she tries to reason with me. “Plus, this is just step one. Trust me, the next part is more relaxing.”
Unless it involves her hand on my dick again, I’m not sure whether to believe her or not.
When she’s finished, it’s my turn to do hers.
I can already feel my face hardening, and I’m not sure I like it.
She’s got a hairband pulling her hair back from her face just like I have.
If my teammates could see me now, they’d sure get a kick out of this.
I slowly paint the mask onto her face, careful to avoid her eyes, mouth, and nose.
When I’ve finished, she turns to me, “Let’s take a selfie to remember this moment.”
We put our heads together, looking directly into Lottie’s camera, smiling as best we can, and do you know what?
It’s the best picture I have ever seen. It’s the photo of our new beginning, of our relationship blossoming into something new, and I will treasure it forever.
“Can you send that to me?” I ask her when she’s finished.
“Of course.”
My phone dings and I instantly save the photo as my phone wallpaper.
Once the masks are off, my face is so tight I can only imagine this is what it would be like to have botox, but Lottie promises me this is now the relaxing part.
She asks me to get the glass ball roller things I put in the fridge for her earlier, and then tells me to lie with my head in her lap.
She’s lying across the sofa with her legs up, so I’m literally wedged in between her legs. I mean, there are worse places to be.
She starts by rubbing some oil shit into my skin, which I will admit smells nice, and then I jump when the cold rollerball things hit my face. Fuck, they’re cold. “Jesus Christ, baby, warn a guy,” I squeak out.
“Sorry, you’ll get used to it soon enough,” she says whilst rolling the balls around on my face.
After a few minutes of getting used to the sensation, it is actually really relaxing, to the point I’m dangerously close to falling asleep.
Once she’s finished, she adds some cream to my face and tells me I’m good to go, but to rinse the balls so I can do the same to her.
Let’s hope my rapidly hardening cock doesn’t get any ideas with Lottie’s head in my lap.
I managed to get the facial done without a hitch, and as reluctant as I am to admit it, I actually really enjoyed it. The best part? I know my girl did too.
We make it to bed, curled around each other, and as Lottie’s eyes start to flutter closed, I whisper, “Thank you for making this day bearable. I love you.”