Page 36 of Breakaway
“I never understood why long hair in hockey was called lettuce or salad. Flow at least makes sense, but salad? I think hockey players are obsessed with food.”
“Probably. Biscuit for the puck, too,” I said, moving closer to her. My lips brushed against her pulse point, my tongue darting to lick her.
“Yeah. You’re right.” Henley sucked in a breath as I leaned into her, my cock brushing against her.
“Massages?” I asked, needing to do something.
She nodded, her hands shaking where she held the iPad.
“Anything else?” I stepped back so she could think and walked over to the food. My stomach was growling more, so I shoved some cheese and meat into my mouth, adding a few grapes.
“Okay, submitted,” she said, setting it down before her eyes landed on me. “Hey! Save some for me. I worked up an appetite smiling and posing,” she teased.
Smirking, I pushed the tray closer so she could grab some. By the time the masseurs entered, we’d cleared the whole thing.
“Good afternoon, I’m Gretchen, and this is Hans. If you could strip down to whatever you’re comfortable with and cover your backside with the towel, we’ll begin your couple’s massage.” Gretchen and Hans walked back out, leaving us to do as they requested.
“You keeping your underwear on?” Henley asked as she pulled off her shirt and folded it.
“Yeah. I’ll admit I’ve never had a massage before.”
“No?” she asked, turning to me as she dropped her bra, smirking as my eyes lingered on her tits.
“Just the physical therapy ones by the trainers. Never a deep tissue one where I got naked.” I gulped as she bent forward to remove her pants, her tits swinging toward me. “I’m beginning to wonder if I made a fatal mistake. My dick might be broken before this massage is over.”
Henley chuckled, turning and walking toward a table. I watched, stunned, as she positioned herself, draping the towel over her glorious bare globes. She turned her head, licking her lips at my obvious erection.
“You better hurry before they walk in and see your third leg. Survive this, and there might be a reward.”
Jolting forward, I quickly discarded my shorts and socks, hopping onto my table and pulling the towel over as the door opened. I kept my eyes on Henley, suddenly wanting to watch every reaction. I’d meant for this to be for her, but she’d turned the tables by offering me a reward.
As the masseurs worked, I focused on her, listening as they worked out knots, her body becoming more pliable. I wasn’t enjoying the pressure as much as she was, the feel of someone else’s hands on me was a bit strange, but listening and watching her made up for the uncomfortableness I experienced.
“Make sure to drink some water and rinse off before entering the hot spring. Your third appointment is in an hour and a half, so you have some time to enjoy them. You’re the only ones on the private side at the moment.” Gretchen winked, and I made a note to give her a big tip for that tidbit.
“Thank you, Gretchen. That was divine,” Henley cooed, holding a towel to her front as she sat up.
“My pleasure.” Gretchen nodded before stepping out the door and leaving us alone.
Jumping off the table, I didn’t care where the towel fell as I zoned in on Henley. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating as I stalked toward her like a predator.
“Time for my reward, Baby Shaw.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Henley
Fletcher’s words cascaded over me, warming me from the inside out. My body was boneless; the massage had done wonders to release the tension I hadn’t known I carried. I hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, and now I wanted to repay the favor.
I hadn’t been alone with Fletcher in a while, not since he’d told me about his past. There hadn’t been much time to find a way, and at night we’d all been exhausted, falling asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. Here in this spa, with no one else around to interrupt, was the perfect time to reward us both.
Dropping the towel, I watched as his eyes flicked down to my breasts, and he sucked in a breath. Standing, I give him a few seconds to take in my naked body before pivoting and walking toward the glass. I glanced over my shoulder, taking in my bearded boyfriend and his straining cock, licking my lips.
“Come and get it then,” I purred, hoping I didn’t sound ridiculous. I stepped under the outdoor shower, rinsing all the oil off my body, making sure to go slow as I stroked myself. Once finished, I opened my eyes and found Fletcher frozen to the spot, his cock tenting his boxers, a small wet spot where his pre-cum had leaked.
Holding his eyes, I placed my toes in the warm water and then turned my back to him. I only took a few steps down when I felt his presence near. Smiling, I descended the rest of the way into the salt bath as the water kissed my skin, the salt giving the water a more buoyant feel to it. I turned and watched Fletcher shuck off his boxers, his cock sprung free, the tip already leaking. He stepped under the shower, his eyes on me as he rubbed off the oil, giving me my own little show. His cock was so hard that it pointed up, his balls heavy with need.
“Sit on the stairs,” I demanded when he was finished.