Page 62 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

“Glad you made it, Mr. Rhodes,” Lowry says, holding his hand out for Preston to take.

Preston doesn’t take it. Instead, he keeps his hand over the front of his towel to try and hide his erection. He looks at the two tables placed in the middle of the room right next to one another. “Are we ready to begin?”

Lowry’s hand awkwardly drops to his side. “Yes. Hannah and I will step out for a minute to let the two of you get comfortable. Feel free to undress to your comfort level. We’ll knock before entering.” He flips a light off on the way out, making it dim in the room.

My eyes go wide as I realize I never returned to my locker. I look to Preston, finding him staring at me with an unreadable look on his face.

“I forgot my underwear.” I panic. I know there’s a huge debate on whether or not you’re supposed to keep underwear on during a massage, but I sit firmly on the keep-the-underwear-on side. In the heat of what was happening with Preston, I completely forgot about going back to grab mine.

“Get on the table so we can get this over with. And keep that sheet over you.”

My heart races at the roughness to his voice. He isn’t happy, and it’s terrible of me to admit, but I love it.

“Someone got grumpy really fast,” I mutter as I strip out of my robe and hang it on the hook in the room. I climb up onto the table and lie down. Preston lets out a sigh of approval when I pull the sheet up my body to cover me.

“Maybe I’m grumpy because my dick is still hard as a rock, thanks to the mind-blowing way you sucked me. Seeing your ass in the air as you climbed onto the table didn’t do me any favors.”

I smile, even though he can’t see it. I love the power I feel knowing I’m doing this to him. “Soon, you’ll be able to do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” The table beside mine creaks as I assume he lies down. I keep my face pressed down into the pillow, not needing to look at him. He has the same effect on me that I have on him. If I saw the beautiful ripple of his muscles or the chiseled line of his jaw, I might concede and cancel the massage, even though I was looking forward to it.

Patience. It’s not something I’ve ever had, but I’m all about bettering myself this summer. Doing some self-care before having what will no doubt be the best sex of my life counts as making better life decisions…right?

As if on cue, there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I call, my voice muffled thanks to being face down against the pillow.

All Preston does is grunt, not bothering to hide his opinion on the current situation.

“All set?” Lowry asks, stepping up to my table.

I swallow. I’d assumed Hannah would be my massage therapist and Lowry would be Preston’s, but apparently, I was wrong. Lowry adjusts the sheet on my body, tucking it against my side.

Lowry’s fingers wrap around my wrist, and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he’s placing my hand in Preston’s.

“Couples massages are all about connecting at a deeper level,” Hannah says in a slow, whimsical tone. “Think about your linked hands, about the connection thrumming through both of you.”

My hand feels so small in Preston’s. We only touch at our hands, but the small press of our skin has my body ablaze all over again. I try not to jump when his thumb begins to rub the inside of my palm in little circles.

“Tell me if it gets too hard,” Lowry whispers.

Preston coughs next to me, his thumb stalling for a moment.

“You okay?” Hannah asks Preston.

“Great,” he clips.

Lowry’s hands find my shoulders. They’re wet with oil as he carefully moves my hair from my neck. He begins to rub my back gently, but every now and then, his thumb applies more pressure that hurts in the best way possible.

I try not to moan, but his fingers work a knot that feels incredible. Preston’s thumb continues to trace circles against my skin. I don’t know why, but the small circles almost feel as intimate as having his tongue against me. Maybe it’s because I’m still turned on from the sauna, but the small scratch of his calloused thumb against my palm might be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever felt.

Lowry’s fingers continue to work at the knots of my back, but that isn’t what I’m focusing on at all. It’s Preston and the way he continues to trace my skin as if he doesn’t want me to forget he’s here. His touch is so light it almost tickles, and every minute that goes by, my body feels tighter.

Eventually, a moan falls from my lips as the tender press of Preston’s skin against mine becomes too much.

My hand falls to the side of the table in an instant.

“We’re done here,” Preston clips, the sound of his body shifting on the table.

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