Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Maybe I could show you some sights around the area sometime in the future … since you’re new to town.”
As soon as the words start to leave my mouth, my head fills with doubts. Just because they’re having a good time at this beautiful resort doesn’t mean they have any expectations for the future. If they do, I should’ve let them be the ones to bring it up.
“That sounds great. I hope we can keep seeing you after the wedding.” Max runs his thumb along the side of my foot, and I squirm at the way it tickles.
I laugh, not just at the ticklish feeling, but also because happiness is bubbling up from my belly. They want to see me again!
But what does that mean? Would I hang out with both of them together? Would I go out with them individually?
Either option sounds great, and both options sound wonderful, and then I have to laugh to myself about how I had absolutely no interest in getting involved with a man. That was before I met these men.
They’d been massaging each of my feet in different ways, but suddenly, their movements sync up, each of them pressing their thumbs into my heels and rubbing there, before both gliding up toward the pads of my feet in perfect coordination.
I fall backward onto the bed and sigh at how blissful it feels.
“Are you tired, Callie?” It’s Max who asks, making me realize I can somehow tell their voices apart when I’m not looking at them.
I blink up at the ceiling and let out another sigh. “No, I’m not tired. I think the sugar’s just starting to hit me, actually.” Propping myself on my elbows, I look at both of them. “You’re probably getting tired of rubbing my feet, though. You can stop whenever you feel like it.”
“Or we can move on to giving you a full body massage, if you’d like.”
“Both of you?” My voice comes out like a little squeak, making Max chuckle.
“Why not?”
When I find my voice again, I say, “I mean … I guess I’d be dumb to turn down an offer like that. You’re both making my feet feel really good.”
“Then it’s time we make your whole body feel really good.”
Max’s tone of voice gives me the idea there’s more on offer than the type of massage I received at the spa earlier today. Or is that wishful thinking on my part?
“Where would you like me?” The atmosphere suddenly feels charged, and each word seems like an innuendo.
How would you like me? Because I think I’m yours to do with as you wish.
“How about face down on the bed?”
It’s still Max making these arrangements. I send a quick glance in Miles’s direction and find that he’s definitely not disinterested, but there’s some wariness in his eyes. Is it uncomfortable for him that they’re both here, with what Max is proposing?
A foot massage was one thing. It’s a kind gesture. But a full-body massage, in a private hotel room, on a bed, with me in these thin pajamas, is something else entirely.
CHAPTER 46
CALLIE
Ilie in the center of the king-size bed and rest my head on folded arms. I can’t see what’s happening around me, but I feel the weight of one of the men, I assume Max, come onto the bed beside me.
I’m wondering if this will all be too weird for Miles, but then the mattress presses down on my other side, and I’m surrounded.
My skin seems to vibrate in anticipation of their touch, every bit of me coming alive just knowing they’re right here next to me. I realize I’m holding my breath as hands grip each of my shoulders, gently squeezing, and I let out a long exhale, letting myself sink into the bed.
It’s just a massage, I tell myself.
The hands slide down my back over my pajama top in a long, smooth stroke, then reverse direction toward my neck, and I can’t tell if it’s just one of the men massaging me, or both of them moving in perfect coordination. The shifting weight on the bed tells me that it’s both of them.
I settle into the experience, and it feels amazing. Their hands are so strong—I want them to touch me all over.
When I’m drunk from their touch, and as relaxed as I can be while also wondering where this will all lead, they move on to my arms, stroking over my biceps and triceps, down to my forearms, my hands and fingers. In unison, their hands go next to my hips, and from there, slide up under my shirt to smooth over the bare skin on my back.
It’s wild to feel so mellow and so excited all at the same time. The longer they stroke across my bare skin, the more tempted I am to roll over, so I can see them, and so they can touch me in even better places.